AwesomeZero5

Tri-Mon Crossover (Shin Megami Tensei, Digimon, and Pokemon in a Shared Universe).

REDACTED.
RP OFFICIALLY DEAD.

Pokémon Kalos Chronicles: Superstars of Friendship Edition

Siloh only grew more cheerful at Gabriel as they got flustered by the 'ghost adventuring streams'. It had been a rather fund time a couple years back, especially with Gabriel visiting and being a co-host on said streams. Truthfully Gabriel was probably an unfortunate video star of the whole mess. As Siloh would dig up some of the spookier and ghostly aspects of wherever they ended up going. Along with all manner of possibly terrifying phenomena that could possibly happen while the two wandered through haunted halls!
Rather maintaining the big smile across the typically more reserved Siloh's face.

His attention shifted back toward Kaylan and the sudden tone shift. There had been a bunch of reasons at the time of why he didn't really want to return to Kalos, or having taken off right then and there on his own to be a bit more independent. He could mention the underlying matters of why he didn't join in the league the first time. He wanted to help family, and a fear that he wouldn't achieve anything beyond his own scopes.
But there was other answers as to why now, all of a sudden.

He'd go with along with the honest option.
As it was truly what got the ball going of all things.

"I ran into a family of undead and they advised me to leave, presumably the region. Didn't think I could... really manage to encounter or capture anything that interesting, ever. Hardly thought I could really do much, definitely didn't think I could make much of... well me. But that, was a start of a turn around."
"Kinda hard to say, no, to that. And been struggling with what to do with myself for a while. Seems like a good chance to find out. Things kind of mixed together, and with all of this together on this one. Feels like we could... actually find stuff out that way. Or at least, see how far we can challenge it all."

"Once I left for Hoeen, just kinda stuck there. Since didn't want to be too far for family reasons. Didn't really have to but- but didn't think I'd do much..."
Siloh trailed off a bit.
Pausing to think things over but increasingly feeling cornered, mostly by his own thoughts.

"Well, you're here. So even if you don't want to challenge the league, you at least want to try this adventuring thing again. Probably got enough experience to keep us from getting flattened by a stray Pangoro at the least."
Siloh would take in a deep breath. He was struggling to put up the ferocity over his typical air of fading into the background.

"I'd end up haunting you all in the afterlife if that happened."
His eyes darted around, as he was getting a bit more rash and erratic. "Could hardly hold up Andre's sign. Only one who could probably tussle a Pangoro, is maybe Beau."

"Plus! Plus! if you're brave enough to challenge it once on your own and clear multiple gyms. You're likely to wipe out their entire region with everybody with ya"
"Unless of course, you'd rather see the next league Champion be someone possessed by the Great La Heire become the next Champion without getting a shot at 'em first~."
Siloh puffed up, with a fire in his eyes. Hoping to push Kaylan to a challenge.
Although, he was clearly getting out of breath as he was huffing. He would likely end up tiring out his voice and his lungs long before they even made it to a hotel. He also referenced a deceased old war general who lasted in a near century war who haunted the battlegrounds.

Neon Noir - Cyberpunk Crime Thriller (CLOSED)

Kit Cochrin

Kit was elated that they the front chaser had given up. It would have been awkward having to deal with part of the windshield obscured or outright broken with a body that had gone through it! Seemed the classic bet on the weight and momentum of the vehicle was a good one.

Although he did confuse the harpoon to be the old fashioned fine, rather than a scrambler. An underestimating bit on his part. But, can't be careful about every little detail when in a middle of a dangerous chase. Especially with one's own life on the line.

"Hmm, trying to hook deep into me to scramble my systems, or giving me a good p-"
Kit would let out a small scoff followed by a snicker. "You know you make these too easy sometimes~."

"Better to repair a couple dents in a car, than a couple of dents and holes in you. Still going to grumble and moan about it later though. Maybe when we're completely sure there's no more gunshots to be had."

Kit was glad that Rizzo had made sure to scan the area once they landed. In truth, he'd just performed the drop-off and dart the hell out of dodge without securing things first. Kit wouldn't be relaxed either, but didn't have the same level of apprehension & awareness to take the cautions. Instead maintaining an active alertness to jump, gun, or run at any given moment instead. Riding the rush, rather than preparing it as often as he should.

"Mmm, really depends on what you ended up taking, hun. Considering it was just biker detail. Can't say it feels too off yet. But you'd know about getting the h-" Kit cleared his throat.
"The jump on things, better than I."

The waiting was the unsettling moments of the job.
Waiting always felt like it could mean any number of troubles, or perhaps simple background anxieties.
It also slowly killed the 'buzz' of it all, making one feel less alert or trustworthy over time depending.

That was when, Virginia arrived. An old family member, perhaps ward or employer even at times.
The surprise did register and 'buzz' through Kit's eyes upon seeing her. Not expecting her to arrive in person at least.

"Yeah, uh... a while. Maybe a few months now."
"Some annoyed bikers. Seemed pretty standard security, but didn't really eye them beyond a few blurred masses to say."

Kit would slip the chip out of the hidden port along his hip.
Before stepping over to slip it into Virginia's hand, concealing it under his other palm all the while.

"Might be a bit stupid to ask. But, have you been managing your sleep well between your cases lately? Shouldn't be going without eight hours of sleep, ya know."
A bit more of a nostalgic, and protective attitude surfaced from Kit.

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Action: Trade Off | FP: 0 | Stress: 0 | Consequences: 0
Scene: Somewhere in the Depths of the Lower City SCENE | Tag:@MrSkimobile

Tri-Mon Crossover (Shin Megami Tensei, Digimon, and Pokemon in a Shared Universe!)

What would be the ideal post rate per person?

Neon Noir - Cyberpunk Crime Thriller (CLOSED)

Kit Cochrin

Kit would laugh at a mixture of Rizzo being slammed back in the seat as well as the 'reminder' of traffic regulations.
Gripping the wheel tight all the while, as he had no intention of slowing down at all! Now was the time to climb up to crazy speeds, they were already in danger, what was some speeding violations? Probably wouldn't even get a ticket with armed Mooks to be worried about!

"Ah, the boys didn't cut out the traffic awareness lines! On the one had, glad they're trying to save safely, but just hopes it doesn't keep barking at us!"
"Did warn you about the seat belt!"

"Mmm, less about Flexibility at the moment. More about that, intense, hard, ramming!"
He laughed. Kit didn't want to slow down and let the other cyclists to catch up, nor did he want to risk a full on turn to avoid the hook.
Doubted they could actually have enough control to perform at the high speeds.

But it was one hover bike, versus a whole car!
He'd drift so that the hook would scrape by the passenger side, as the rest of the car would be speeding to slam the Mook into next Sunday!
Probably would cause a bit of damage, but what was that in exchange for not getting boxed in, and perhaps causing a pile up behind the get away?

In the meantime Rizzo would follow up with a couple of pot shots at the Mook up front, and the Mooks behind.
Before pulling himself back in the hover car! Hoping to at least slow them down with cover at the worse, or get lucky and take a biker mook down at the best.

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Action: Shoot & Run | FP: 0 | Stress: 0 | Consequences: 0
Scene:The Conga Exchange Nightclub SCENE | Tag:@MrSkimobile

Challenges

Quick Defend Against Blackstar Chasers Attack, Defend Against 3, Result (Good)(+3)

Rizzo Pot Shots against Lead Blackstar Chaser, Difficulty 0, Result (Fair)(+2)

Rizzo Pot Shots Against Back Cycles, Difficulty 2, Result (Epic)(+7)

Neon Noir - Cyberpunk Crime Thriller (CLOSED)

“You know I rarely ask, and almost never tell Rizz. But seems like you may have really banked a lot of concern on this one. Guess you’ve picked me out for more than just gathering some blackmail material this time. Would exciting if it was encrypted bank bits. If I was a younger model may have spent that if I was greedy.”
He joked toward Mr. Rizzo. Wanting to shift their attitude or their heightened concern just a bit. As a playful grin spread across Kit’s face. His engines racing with excitement as to what exactly Mr.Rizzo had brought themselves into this time. At least the mobster offered Kit jobs to enjoy, unlike plenty of others who considered the android in ‘retirement’.

“Try not to get your blood pressure to high, and buckle in. Better to be safer than sorry should we crash. Especially with the joy ride I’m going to take this thing on. It’ll probably be rough and bumpy. But those ones tend to give the more, satisfying payouts in the end.”
Kit joked.

He knew all too well if they let the car auto-pilot on this get away, they’d be caught. Maybe if they were trying to blend in with other vehicles they’d have a better chance. But-, with sudden large congestion around to slow them down. He doubt they’d get the chance. Which was only reaffirmed by the hover-bikes starting to pursue. They already had someone’s attention.

“Grab your gun, or whatever thick thing is in your pants and get ready to unload when they try to ride our side, right next to the windows!”
Kit would try to jump up front and into the driver’s seat. Engaging the manual controls to shoot right toward a higher sky lane. Aiming to weave upward, and through. Wanting pump more speed into the sky car, before the hover-bikes got the chance to match the acceleration. He was going to warm up with acceleration and some swaying weaves to draw in their pursuers.
If he was lucky, maybe he’d manage to lose them through that alone. No one he knew, was that lucky.

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Action: Speed & Weave Baby | FP: 0 | Stress: 0 | Consequences: 0
Scene:The Conga Exchange Nightclub SCENE | Tag:@MrSkimobile

Pokémon Kalos Chronicles: Superstars of Friendship Edition

Siloh would feel a mixture of both relief & slight frustration at the situation. He was relieved that Kaylan & Beau were able to assist with getting André's attention. It seemed Kaylan was going for the direct charge to pull their mutual friend out from the crowd. While he was grateful that Beau helped with the sign. Unfortunately from his height, and more of his awkwardness he hadn't been quite as effective. At least he was rather prepared, and did setup a fairly well placed idea to aid in the escape.

"Thanks."
Siloh would practically whisper to Beau. His eyes glancing downward.

His brief moment of self-pity had been distracted and snatched away at Gabriel's reaction all the more. It left more of a grin back on his face to here them shout about the ghostly routine. Which, sometimes became accidental habit when he first started to wake up. Mober seemed comfortable floating or resting on top of Siloh's head for some reason.

"Can't stop with the fake head trick. It's a lovable classic."
He would chuckled back at Gabriel. "Practically became a staple in its own way. Especially when you were on stream. May need to use it for a new audience here too."

"Unless of course, you have other spooky routines you've been holding out on me, Gabby~."

Mober would seem to match with the Klefki. Although it never strayed far away from Siloh's side. Its eyes would blink at the floating Klefki and glide alongside it. Seemingly just to get comfy around it and practically reintroduce itself, with a light brush at the klefki's side.
Before slowly drifting to meet the other nearby pokemon, such as Beau's Espurr.

Once Beau & Kaylan dragged André from the crowd.
Siloh had turned around to get ready to get out of the airport before the crowd had a chance to follow.
Only to have to swing right back around as André did greetings!
Siloh had forgotten about such. He had been used to walking and talking, or recording and talking anyways.

He did briefly roll his eyes, but had a wide grin on his face as André started to greet him as well.
There was definitely felt... childish? Perhaps nostalgic was the right word. It did feel like a call back to early school days.
Siloh of course would return the greeting back with only the slight hesitation of a giggle. Kissing Andre's left cheek, while his right was kissed and vice versa. Giving a familiar hug

"Coucou, I've changed a little, I've gotten taller."
"je ne suis pas être haut comme trois pommes~."
He slipped in an old saying of being not just as tall as three apples. Basically trying to claim that he wasn't short anymore. His face did light up and blush a tad. It was like visiting and being teased by distant family!
The flower was new, and kept in a pocket rather quickly.

"Oh! Shouldn't we get Nikola's and everyone's bags together. I did ask a cart driver to help transport us off airport grounds if they could. Didn't think everyone wanted to walk the distance after long flights..."

Neon Noir - Cyberpunk Crime Thriller (CLOSED)

Kit Cochrin

Kit Cochrin

Name: Kit Cochrin
Gender: Male
Refresh: 3
Description:

Appearance: Kit is an android that takes the appearance of a feminine male of hazelnut brown complexion standing around 5’6”. His synthetic hair are dense fiber blue pipes mimicking dreads. The dreads can take a “lava lamp” like appearance with darker blues moving about through the hair. His “skin” is a foam polymer like padding that comes close to mimicking skin texture, but not quite. There are various circular plates, and line-like gaps around the joints that can be seen in close inspection.

Personality: Kit is a flirtatious adrenaline chaser. He desires to constantly be achieving “something” with a fear of becoming stagnant and left behind. He struggles with becoming clingy to others around him, and constantly will try to nudge them over health habits, or positive routines. In contrast when those he’s clinging too him are slighted, he is quick to violent rage. His vendetta’s are never fully forgotten, but they can be forgiven from grand apologetic gestures.

History: Kit’s primary function was to protect through violent means. Kit’s secondary function to aid escape. There are various parts of his body equipped with weapons and escape tools. His name quite literally reflects this as an“escape” or “weapon kit” as necessary. Examples include limbs popping out a slicing blade, grappling hook, a taser tongue, smoke machines in the legs, and storage for firearms.
Kit was gifted too and became an honorary member of the Cochrin family. The Lauvea mafia had the Cochrin family on their payroll as crooked lawyers, and wanted extra insurance. Virginia was a young daughter of the family, and needed some “extra protection”. This is where Kit stepped in, as a partial bodyguard & spy for the mafia. It’s been decades now, Virginia has increased trust of the mafia and less need for an outdated bodyguard. Once in a while Kit visits for maintenance or to “catch up” as it were, but Virginia is often overly occupied in the family business.
A lot of the older mob fellows practically consider Kit retired! Occasionally he still manages to squeeze in an odd job of delivery, drop off, or giving sensitive messages but is mostly relegated to doing nothing. Leading to him chasing after some dangerous private jobs, some have been calling it his “Middle Code Criss”. Still, chasing after some action or doing shady deliveries to get a jump out of life provides something. It’s rare, but exciting when he gets to help on a “message job.” The sudden spring, before an outright fight or take down can make the circuits buzz~.

Approaches:

• Careful: 0
• Clever: 1
• Flashy: 2
• Forceful: 2
• Quick: 3
• Sneaky: 1

Aspects:

• High Concept: An adrenaline seeking “ride or die” bot, eager to find excitement and punish those who slight his allies.
• Trouble: Immediate explosive anger toward those who even disrespect their allies.
• Want: Being emotionally close to someone without the underlying fear of being abandoned.
• Relationship: Virginia Cochrin, the current rising star defense attorney of the family & occasional “handler” of Kit’s less fortunate actions.
• Extra: A living storage kit for weapons & escape tools.

Stunts:

• Development Kit. Once per conflict/contest/challenge, you can create a tool that's perfect for the job (Especially weapons or Escape Tools), giving you a 'perfect for the job' situational aspect with 2 free invokes.
• Black Box. Stored small items and date are protected from external extranet hacking or probing. Any attempts to hack or break into the stored systems requires a roll of at least 6, failed rolls apply stress back equal to the roll.
  Distracting Design. Using a mixture of words & visual appeal, gain an additional +2 clever bonus to distract others through flirtation.

Writing Sample:

“Oh, well aren’t you cute~.”
Kit would gently press himself against a bouncer of the Conga Exchange Nightclub. A hand playfully brushing against the bartender’s chest. The android would form a very sly grin, toying with the guy in more ways than one.While the bouncer was working their job watching the place, Kit was running a job watching the bouncer~. A little pleasure could be more fun that inflicting a little pain in comparison. While distracting the guard, a small sideport on Kit’s hip was left ajar, hidden behind his other hand.

“I’m currently working. Please back away. No one is supposed to be using the back entrance-”
The bouncer began, only to see Kit’s smile grow wider. Both the bouncer’s and Kit’s face seemed to be growing red. The bouncer is increasingly more flustered, at least Kit didn’t reek of alcohol or bring violence that was common to the back alleys. It didn’t seem the bouncer wanted to start trouble unless necessary.

“Please just go around to the front lik-”
The bouncer began, before the backdoor slammed open.

“Come on toots, the joint is too busy for me tonight.”
A shorter fellow in a nice pinstripe suit stepped out. Slipping their hand onto Kit’s hip and sliding in a microchip into the sideport. Sealing it in the same motion to hide whatever info was brought out along with them.

“Who are-”
The bouncer turned to the door.
Not getting a full view of the leaving mob member before a weird sensation hit their skin. A tongue hitting their neck, followed by a painful stinging shock, leading to complete darkness. The bouncer would live, maybe with a small surprise of a burner phone number left on their hand.

Neon Noir (Cyberpunk Crime Thriller) - CLOSED to new players for now

Kit Cochrin

Kit Cochrin

Name: Kit Cochrin
Gender: Male
Refresh: 3
Description:

Appearance: Kit is an android that takes the appearance of a feminine male of hazelnut brown complexion standing around 5’6”. His synthetic hair are dense fiber blue pipes mimicking dreads. The dreads can take a “lava lamp” like appearance with darker blues moving about through the hair. His “skin” is a foam polymer like padding that comes close to mimicking skin texture, but not quite. There are various circular plates, and line-like gaps around the joints that can be seen in close inspection.

Personality: Kit is a flirtatious adrenaline chaser. He desires to constantly be achieving “something” with a fear of becoming stagnant and left behind. He struggles with becoming clingy to others around him, and constantly will try to nudge them over health habits, or positive routines. In contrast when those he’s clinging too him are slighted, he is quick to violent rage. His vendetta’s are never fully forgotten, but they can be forgiven from grand apologetic gestures.

History: Kit’s primary function was to protect through violent means. Kit’s secondary function to aid escape. There are various parts of his body equipped with weapons and escape tools. His name quite literally reflects this as an“escape” or “weapon kit” as necessary. Examples include limbs popping out a slicing blade, grappling hook, a taser tongue, smoke machines in the legs, and storage for firearms.
Kit was gifted too and became an honorary member of the Cochrin family. The Lauvea mafia had the Cochrin family on their payroll as crooked lawyers, and wanted extra insurance. Virginia was a young daughter of the family, and needed some “extra protection”. This is where Kit stepped in, as a partial bodyguard & spy for the mafia. It’s been decades now, Virginia has increased trust of the mafia and less need for an outdated bodyguard. Once in a while Kit visits for maintenance or to “catch up” as it were, but Virginia is often overly occupied in the family business.
A lot of the older mob fellows practically consider Kit retired! Occasionally he still manages to squeeze in an odd job of delivery, drop off, or giving sensitive messages but is mostly relegated to doing nothing. Leading to him chasing after some dangerous private jobs, some have been calling it his “Middle Code Criss”. Still, chasing after some action or doing shady deliveries to get a jump out of life provides something. It’s rare, but exciting when he gets to help on a “message job.” The sudden spring, before an outright fight or take down can make the circuits buzz~.

Approaches:

• Careful: 0
• Clever: 1
• Flashy: 2
• Forceful: 2
• Quick: 3
• Sneaky: 1

Aspects:

• High Concept: An adrenaline seeking “ride or die” bot, eager to find excitement and punish those who slight his allies.
• Trouble: Immediate explosive anger toward those who even disrespect their allies.
• Want: Being emotionally close to someone without the underlying fear of being abandoned.
• Relationship: Virginia Cochrin, the current rising star defense attorney of the family & occasional “handler” of Kit’s less fortunate actions.
• Extra: A living storage kit for weapons & escape tools.

Stunts:

• Development Kit. Once per conflict/contest/challenge, you can create a tool that's perfect for the job (Especially weapons or Escape Tools), giving you a 'perfect for the job' situational aspect with 2 free invokes.
• Black Box. Stored small items and date are protected from external extranet hacking or probing. Any attempts to hack or break into the stored systems requires a roll of at least 6, failed rolls apply stress back equal to the roll.
  Distracting Design. Using a mixture of words & visual appeal, gain an additional +2 clever bonus to distract others through flirtation.

Writing Sample:

“Oh, well aren’t you cute~.”
Kit would gently press himself against a bouncer of the Conga Exchange Nightclub. A hand playfully brushing against the bartender’s chest. The android would form a very sly grin, toying with the guy in more ways than one.While the bouncer was working their job watching the place, Kit was running a job watching the bouncer~. A little pleasure could be more fun that inflicting a little pain in comparison. While distracting the guard, a small sideport on Kit’s hip was left ajar, hidden behind his other hand.

“I’m currently working. Please back away. No one is supposed to be using the back entrance-”
The bouncer began, only to see Kit’s smile grow wider. Both the bouncer’s and Kit’s face seemed to be growing red. The bouncer is increasingly more flustered, at least Kit didn’t reek of alcohol or bring violence that was common to the back alleys. It didn’t seem the bouncer wanted to start trouble unless necessary.

“Please just go around to the front lik-”
The bouncer began, before the backdoor slammed open.

“Come on toots, the joint is too busy for me tonight.”
A shorter fellow in a nice pinstripe suit stepped out. Slipping their hand onto Kit’s hip and sliding in a microchip into the sideport. Sealing it in the same motion to hide whatever info was brought out along with them.

“Who are-”
The bouncer turned to the door.
Not getting a full view of the leaving mob member before a weird sensation hit their skin. A tongue hitting their neck, followed by a painful stinging shock, leading to complete darkness. The bouncer would live, maybe with a small surprise of a burner phone number left on their hand.

Forgot to post this up here.
But it was improved in PM's a couple days ago, glad for the assistance. Going to be pretty new to.. everything to be fair.

Pokémon Kalos Chronicles: Superstars of Friendship Edition

Siloh had been sleeping a while at the airport. He had arrived prior in the night on a cheaper economic flight. The original private jet to fly him made him feel nervous for the possibility of getting caught up in a crowd should they be near Andre's landing hangar. He didn't want to get directly caught up in that when first landing. Besides, the cost of first class tickets were valuable! And, given the nature of the ticket through a third party, exchangeable. He made quite a pretty penny exchanging the ticket in. Half it was in airline miles, but the other half was cash into the checking account~.
Even airline miles could be useful, he was able to pay for some food at the airport for it, and could make several small flights with it! And stays at certain selected hotels, among a few other quirks.
The last bit was advice from home before he left. Since his dad, and soon to be step-mom did a lot of short range flights and travels themselves.

Siloh & Tazen, had also discussed a bit of an idea the night before. Seeing as they've dealt or at least seen a crowd or two around the Bellamy family before. They ended up writing a sign in large sharpie to help, guide Andre & hopefully stave off the crowd a bit. It likely wouldn't scare them off, but in hopes let the crowd part a bit for André to get moving.

Seemed between Tazen, was right. A crowd of paparazzi and fans passing through the airport earlier had awoken Siloh from his previous sleep! It was time to put the plan into action. Most of which was Tazen's and probably Rummel's foresight.
He'd try to slip a tip to one of the airport luggage cart driver's to follow after, and pick up the group of arriving friends!

Well-...
Having to mess with Gabriel, Nikola.. and maybe whomever else was in view along the way as he'd attempted to free André!

"This way. Part of the cast, part of the crew."
Siloh's voice would speak quietly toward Gabriel & Nikola but in a disturbing, off-key manner.

Siloh did have such a fiendish grin on his face that it spread nearly around his whole head! Rather, where Siloh's eyes always yellow & purple, under the cartoonish hoodie he was wearing?
A pair of large blue eye's with yellow pupil's began moving about every which direction in place of where Siloh's face should be!
A ghostly shuppet would pop free from around Siloh's head to stick its tongue out playfully at Nikola, but especially Gabriel!
Wanting to tease Gabriel especially, as it may, or may not have done in the past~.
As Siloh would walk past in a plain black, and baggy hoodie, and a camcorder wrapped around his left wrist.

But most importantly the key to the mission.
The sign, the sign! Which Siloh, would vaguely gesture at and try to bring Gabriel & Nikola into the fold of the operation as the sign was hefted high in the air! Siloh was only 5'6" so couldn't be that high, he was in need of assistance there.
Slowly trying to approach the crowd of fans and honing on André's attention. Holding up and waving the sign from an closing distance to try and get And

The Sign Read:

Calling Cast & Crew for André's Private Shoot at Château de Bien-aimée

It was an old trick Tazen used.
It wouldn't disperse a crowd, but would help part the 'seas' as it were, so that fans could follow... or check the location later. Lending a credible excuse to get away, and at least a majority of fans would rather join a shoot than get in the way of it. Even more so when it was said to be 'private'. Might help since Siloh did have a camera, but not by much.
He just hoped the cart driver, or any cart driver really would help with the get away.

"This way.... Uh... This way, please."
Siloh's voice was practically a hush. But he bobbed the sign about as if it spoke louder than his words.
He couldn't really push himself to shout over or talk through the crowd however-.
Might make things faster if someone else who was louder, spoke up.
But even among a crowd, it was pretty easy to see André's pink!