The smaller scientist snapped from his brief thoughts at the sound of Elvis hopping from the desk, and he’d quietly watch as the star strolled out. So the king wasn’t joining them? Before Wilson could utter his curiosity, Elvis peeked right back in, wondering if they were tagging along.“Just one moment, Mr. Presley~!” He’d turn to the others, then --

Sudden clapping and praise over Elvis’ little show, soon followed by the much taller scientist’s swig of that special concoction. Laughter, belching, obliteration of personal space! Higgsbury just stared with his lips pursed into a thin line once that arm draped around him. One would think he’s broken if he hadn’t cracked a slight grin while dishing out a pat to Rick’s arm. And at that moment, the lens of his goggles would somehow gleam brightly. “I, sir, am Wilson Percival Higgsbury~! Gentleman scientist at your services~!” His head then tilted, with an eyebrow raised. “And your names?” Unseen eyes flicked between the trio.

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"Oh y-y-yeah yo-your that s-*belch*-scientist," he said pulling the scientist closer "Wil-Wilson your a-your a good guy you know, we're scientists w-we gotta stick-gotta stick...Together" Rick was clearly shitfaced at this point.

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Wilson stared for a good minute, with an awkward faint pink spreading throughout his pale cheeks over this… Whatever’s going on… Though this fellow was clearly under the influence of whatever he’d just drank, Higgsbury still gladly accepted this ‘good guy’ compliment and agreed with him. Yes, scientists must stick together! Of course, of course, but…

“Sir, please make sure that concoction will be your last alcoholic beverage for today…”

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"B-*belch*-b-but only for today, o-okay Wilson," he let go of the other scientist for a moment and stared blanky into the air "Oh y-y-yeah I'm Rick Sanchez" he introduced himself to the two Wilson's he was hallucinating.

Though he missed the odd tip Jesse gave to Elvis, Wilson’s attention had been drawn once the group’s possible leader followed their star. There came a moment of blank staring before the scientist scampered after them. Were they headed in another direction leading up to this building’s roof? He’d pause, truly unsure. And that showed when he glanced back at the other two, then towards the elevator Presley had left behind.

If they planned on heading up, wouldn’t the elevator be much quicker? Then again, what if the power went out? Ugh. He’ll definitely have to keep an eye out for stairs.

@Dark Cloud@Kenshi@MajorGremlin@ZAVAZggg

As the men continued through the building, they heard stomping behind them. Jesse turned around immediately to see well armed men with body armor and SMG's modded with laser pointers.

"Freeze!" The yelled, guns trained on Jesse, Rick, Wilson and Elvis.

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Zyx snapped his fingers, encasing the men in a sphere of frozen time.

"That will hold them till we find what we're looking for," he said nonchalantly. "Now lets go."

Stepping through the sphere, Zyx moved to the other side and continued on his way.

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Zyx snapped his fingers, encasing the men in a sphere of frozen time.

"That will hold them till we find what we're looking for," he said nonchalantly. "Now lets go."

Stepping through the sphere, Zyx moved to the other side and continued on his way.

@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Letmehaveone2

The samurai stared puzzingly at the meatball that was speaking, scratching his head, he wondered if he had been drugged.
"I don't feel well, I'm seeing a talking meatball. "
Izo leaped from Solo shoulder and triple flipped to the ground , right in front of meatball.
The squirrel drew his small katana, "Jip"

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@MajorGremlin

Elvis punched and kicked his way thru the crowd of suits, "Does anyone have a plan ? Or where we are going?"

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"This way," Zyx said, moving swiftly along. "I had Duma scout ahead and she told me she found a rune somewhere nearby."

Meanwhile, in the city square...

The funny faced man in the crisp white suit strolled along in a jolly fashion, oblivious to the crimson gloves now coating his hands. Snapping, he did a little jig as he went, pedestrians screaming as they fled from him. For though he refused to acknowledge it, he'd let his darker side out, and thus crimson vitae had been spilt.