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I don't get where the threat is?
@Guccicorn you are next!
At this time, Arthur, Clark and Delia were approaching a derelict-looking wooden building a ways away from the inn or the casino. Based on the condition of this and other buildings nearby, this was clearly a rougher, poorer part of Irris. The city’s wealth or lack thereof was not on Arthur’s mind though; he was thinking back to earlier that morning, as the contrast between the friendly environment at The Homely Hearth and this bad section of Irris could not have been more apparent.
He had gotten out of bed to see Clark reading a book; apparently the cricket had been up for a while now and was waiting for him. The rest had not restored his memory at all, but Arthur had been grateful for it all the same, as he felt refreshed from the previous day’s events.
“Oh, good! You’re up. We probably have to leave for the casino soon, but you have to have breakfast here first. They make this thing called a ‘pancake’ that I’ve never seen before and it’s very good!”
Arthur was mildly amused at Clark describing of pancakes as this new and original food, but he did as he suggested. As promised, they were delicious. And like the cricket had said, they did eventually leave for their work. Both felt a little reluctant to do so, but they knew they had to.
Arthur briefly shook his head to focus himself on the present, remembering Delia’s instructions to them both before she had guided them to where they were now.
“Good, you’re here. I’ll only say this once, so pay attention. Stay by me and be alert at all times. Anything you learn at the meeting stays there. I’ll do all the talking. Do not speak unless spoken to, and then only say as much as you have to. That is all.” And that was indeed all for a while; the woman had said nothing else to them throughout the walk, even now when they were right outside of the side entrance of the building.
Delia knocked on the door in a distinct way, starting with one knock, then two, then three in rapid succession. An average-looking man wearing a chef’s apron answered the door. “Good morning. See anything great today?” he asked.
“Prosperity for all I meet,” the casino owner responded.
“Please come inside,” the man said before he led the three of them down an old wooden staircase to a cool basement, dimly lit by candles. Inside was a wooden table and three matching chairs; two were occupied by different individuals and next to each of them were two others standing next to them, presumably their bodyguards. One of the sitting men had his visor up; he was an older man wearing a uniform similar to what to the city guards the pair encountered yesterday wore, but it was much more decorated with medals than theirs had been. His two bodyguards were definitely city guardsmen; they were both wearing their standard helmets. Neither of them would have been recognizable based on their uniforms, but upon reading their minds, Clark recognized the voice of one of them as the red-haired man who had spoken to Arthur yesterday.
The other man seated at the table was much more dour; his expression bordered on anger, with the “crown jewel” of his expression being a large scar in the shape of an X on his face. He was clearly an old man, with gray hair and wrinkled skin, though his body wasn’t frail like many people his age. His bodyguards were menacing as well. One was a tall, thin man wearing thick metal shoes. Despite the slight absurdity of him having to crouch over in order to fit in the basement, his presence was quite intimidating. He also had noticeable black bags under his eyes and short, thick hair with the same color. The other was a short, pale-skinned, fat man wearing what looked like a thin silver suit covered with spikes. Unlike his associate, this man was relatively relaxed for the circumstances. Though Arthur had no way of knowing this, Clark learned with his mind reading abilities that the tall man’s name was Gordon and the short man’s name was Roland.
“Hello Chief, hello Edgar” Delia said, addressing the man in uniform and the scarred man in turn.
“Good morning Delia,” the Chief responded.
“Enough pleasantries, let’s get down to business. Any word on any of the five keys?” Edgar asked.
Arthur’s eyes popped open for a moment. What were these keys and was that what he woke up with? The amnesiac hoped someone would elaborate on them, but that would not happen right now.
Delia rolled her eyes. “No. Like I remind you every meeting, I’m a businesswoman, not some treasure hunter.”
“Don’t be smart with me, woman.” Edgar scolded.
“Is that even possible?” Delia retorted.
“Take it easy, please,” the Chief requested, “let’s not let our tempers get in the way of business.”
Delia nodded, and Edgar reluctantly did so a moment later. “Good. And speaking of business...” the Chief held his hands out, waiting a moment before the other two each put a large bag of coins in his hand. “Perfect.” The man greedily counted the coins as Edgar spoke next.
“Onto other matters then. How are my drug sales at your casino?” As Edgar and Delia discussed their respective drug and gambling trade in more detail and at length, Arthur started feeling uncomfortable and guilty. This subject matter wasn’t something he wanted to get involved in and he felt bad for dragging Clark into this as well. The cricket was uneasy as well, but for a different reason. Sure, these less-than-reputable matters weren’t ones he wanted to be a part of, but there was a bigger concern here. Edgar and the Chief were planning on attacking Delia today.
He had gotten out of bed to see Clark reading a book; apparently the cricket had been up for a while now and was waiting for him. The rest had not restored his memory at all, but Arthur had been grateful for it all the same, as he felt refreshed from the previous day’s events.
“Oh, good! You’re up. We probably have to leave for the casino soon, but you have to have breakfast here first. They make this thing called a ‘pancake’ that I’ve never seen before and it’s very good!”
Arthur was mildly amused at Clark describing of pancakes as this new and original food, but he did as he suggested. As promised, they were delicious. And like the cricket had said, they did eventually leave for their work. Both felt a little reluctant to do so, but they knew they had to.
Arthur briefly shook his head to focus himself on the present, remembering Delia’s instructions to them both before she had guided them to where they were now.
“Good, you’re here. I’ll only say this once, so pay attention. Stay by me and be alert at all times. Anything you learn at the meeting stays there. I’ll do all the talking. Do not speak unless spoken to, and then only say as much as you have to. That is all.” And that was indeed all for a while; the woman had said nothing else to them throughout the walk, even now when they were right outside of the side entrance of the building.
Delia knocked on the door in a distinct way, starting with one knock, then two, then three in rapid succession. An average-looking man wearing a chef’s apron answered the door. “Good morning. See anything great today?” he asked.
“Prosperity for all I meet,” the casino owner responded.
“Please come inside,” the man said before he led the three of them down an old wooden staircase to a cool basement, dimly lit by candles. Inside was a wooden table and three matching chairs; two were occupied by different individuals and next to each of them were two others standing next to them, presumably their bodyguards. One of the sitting men had his visor up; he was an older man wearing a uniform similar to what to the city guards the pair encountered yesterday wore, but it was much more decorated with medals than theirs had been. His two bodyguards were definitely city guardsmen; they were both wearing their standard helmets. Neither of them would have been recognizable based on their uniforms, but upon reading their minds, Clark recognized the voice of one of them as the red-haired man who had spoken to Arthur yesterday.
The other man seated at the table was much more dour; his expression bordered on anger, with the “crown jewel” of his expression being a large scar in the shape of an X on his face. He was clearly an old man, with gray hair and wrinkled skin, though his body wasn’t frail like many people his age. His bodyguards were menacing as well. One was a tall, thin man wearing thick metal shoes. Despite the slight absurdity of him having to crouch over in order to fit in the basement, his presence was quite intimidating. He also had noticeable black bags under his eyes and short, thick hair with the same color. The other was a short, pale-skinned, fat man wearing what looked like a thin silver suit covered with spikes. Unlike his associate, this man was relatively relaxed for the circumstances. Though Arthur had no way of knowing this, Clark learned with his mind reading abilities that the tall man’s name was Gordon and the short man’s name was Roland.
“Hello Chief, hello Edgar” Delia said, addressing the man in uniform and the scarred man in turn.
“Good morning Delia,” the Chief responded.
“Enough pleasantries, let’s get down to business. Any word on any of the five keys?” Edgar asked.
Arthur’s eyes popped open for a moment. What were these keys and was that what he woke up with? The amnesiac hoped someone would elaborate on them, but that would not happen right now.
Delia rolled her eyes. “No. Like I remind you every meeting, I’m a businesswoman, not some treasure hunter.”
“Don’t be smart with me, woman.” Edgar scolded.
“Is that even possible?” Delia retorted.
“Take it easy, please,” the Chief requested, “let’s not let our tempers get in the way of business.”
Delia nodded, and Edgar reluctantly did so a moment later. “Good. And speaking of business...” the Chief held his hands out, waiting a moment before the other two each put a large bag of coins in his hand. “Perfect.” The man greedily counted the coins as Edgar spoke next.
“Onto other matters then. How are my drug sales at your casino?” As Edgar and Delia discussed their respective drug and gambling trade in more detail and at length, Arthur started feeling uncomfortable and guilty. This subject matter wasn’t something he wanted to get involved in and he felt bad for dragging Clark into this as well. The cricket was uneasy as well, but for a different reason. Sure, these less-than-reputable matters weren’t ones he wanted to be a part of, but there was a bigger concern here. Edgar and the Chief were planning on attacking Delia today.
@threetoads you are next!
@fusagi you are next!
@Stuzzie you are next!
Arthur agreed with Clark. “Right. We just need to find 813 on this road and we’ll be good.”
“813?” Both man and cricket turned to the source of the noise. It was a nearby older man with a rough gray beard and even worse looking clothes. From the looks of things, the guy was probably homeless and had just finished drinking some water from the fountain. “I know where that is, but you’ll have to pay me.”
“We don’t have any gold, sorry” was Arthur’s response.
“Well damn you and your bug.” He said this last word with obvious disdain and anger. “You’ll be looking for that casino forever, then.”
Arthur put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, thinking this guy isn’t worth it. Let’s go to this casino. Clark nodded in agreeance.
It turned out that the Golden Eye Casino was actually really close to where they were, so it was easy to find. It was a massive building, oval in shape and made out of bricks that were painted gold. The entrance was an open archway with Romanesque columns on each side; on the top of the arch was the words “Golden Eye Casino.” Below those was the address “813 Charity Lane,” confirming that the two had found the right place.
The inside of it was less grand; the bricks in there weren’t even painted and the place seemed to be one big room, filled to the brim with assorted games of chance. Card games, roulette, and more were being played by people with and without gold to spare. There was an open circular window in the direct middle of the place, providing sunlight and a way for the smoke of people’s cigarettes to escape the building.
By the entrance, there was a bored-looking man in a Golden Eye Casino uniform who appeared to be some kind of guard, judging from the door behind him. Clark seemed to examine him for a second, then nudged Arthur to get him to talk to the man.
“Excuse me sir,” Arthur asked the bored man, “Would you happen to know where Delia Toujours is?”
The guardsman looked wary of them both for once, not just Clark. “What do you want from her?”
“We have a delivery for her.” Saying this, Arthur held up the jar of red powder he got from the doctor.
The guard’s face changed instantly, suddenly becoming far more friendly and polite. “Oh! Sure. Go through the door and up the stairs, then talk to the secretary. Their desk will be the first one you see.” He then opened the door so the pair could enter.
“Thank you,” Arthur replied as he and Clark did the first two parts of what the man said. At the top was a sparse waiting room with a few chairs and an older looking woman. Arthur walked up to her and asked the same question he asked the guard, this time holding up the jar to save a bit of time.
“Oh, I can give that to her. Off you go.” Her attitude appeared to be quite in line with the guard’s initial one. Before Arthur could give the jar to her, Clark held his hand in front of it.
“No thank you,” the cricket said, “we’d be glad to do it ourselves.” Clark simply stared at the clerical worker, letting time win his case for him.
After waiting what felt to Arthur like minutes, the lady assented. “Fine. Her office is in the back, last door on the right.”
Clark thanked her, then both of them walked towards the office. “Why’d you ask to do this yourself?” Arthur whispered.
“So we can maybe get some money for your food, plus that lady would’ve stolen some of it,” the cricket responded equally quietly.
Arthur nodded. As they were about to knock on Delia’s door, he heard a voice on the other side. “Come in.” The pair looked at one another, shrugged, then opened the door and walked in.
Delia’s office was significantly nicer than the lobby before it. She had a nice wooden desk with matching shelves, along with big picture windows that presented a nice view of the city. Delia herself was a slender woman in her mid-30s with long, dark red hair. She wore a formal red dress that matched her hair. In an instant, anyone looking at this woman would know she was more sophisticated than most of the people in the casino.
“Please close the door behind you,” she asked of Clark, “and hand me the jar please” she asked Arthur. Both of them complied with these requests, then sat down.
A moment later, the woman said “you’re right, it usually isn’t this full. Thank you.”
Both men were visibly surprised, so Delia took it upon herself to explain. “I have good hearing.” Arthur was still perplexed, but Clark nodded as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
“Wait a minute,” the woman just realized, being as surprised as Arthur was, “you’re the guy who fought the frog, right? Yeah, not many people travel with crickets around here.”
Seeing that the pair’s expressions were as surprised as they were a few moments ago, Delia explained again. “I was able to found this place” she waved her hand around the room to indicate the building “by being well informed, so I like to stay that way. This also includes knowing you need money for food. Would you two be interested in work?”
Arthur didn’t know what else to say, so he just asked “what kind of work?”
“I need two bodyguards for a meeting tomorrow. My usual people are on vacation, so I need trustworthy individuals for this.”
“And you trust us, even though we only met just now?”
“Well, Doctor Smith sent you, so yeah. It will only take a few hours and I’ll pay you well - 25 gold each, with 5 gold each paid up front.”
Once again, Clark seemed to be much more accepting of the logic than Arthur was. The amnesiac had to wonder just how this business leader and the doctor knew each other. He also had to wonder what kind of meeting this was that required this lady to have bodyguards. But he didn’t have to wonder whether or not he wanted to do this; in this case, the reward was worth the risk, and if things got too sketchy he could protect his friend while they left. “I’ll do it.”
The cricket wasn’t interested in this sort of work, but he also knew Arthur had no money and knew this woman wanted two bodyguards. If he refused this job, his friend could be out of work as well. “Same here.”
“Splendid! Be here at 8 AM tomorrow. Thank you so much, that will be all!”
“813?” Both man and cricket turned to the source of the noise. It was a nearby older man with a rough gray beard and even worse looking clothes. From the looks of things, the guy was probably homeless and had just finished drinking some water from the fountain. “I know where that is, but you’ll have to pay me.”
“We don’t have any gold, sorry” was Arthur’s response.
“Well damn you and your bug.” He said this last word with obvious disdain and anger. “You’ll be looking for that casino forever, then.”
Arthur put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, thinking this guy isn’t worth it. Let’s go to this casino. Clark nodded in agreeance.
It turned out that the Golden Eye Casino was actually really close to where they were, so it was easy to find. It was a massive building, oval in shape and made out of bricks that were painted gold. The entrance was an open archway with Romanesque columns on each side; on the top of the arch was the words “Golden Eye Casino.” Below those was the address “813 Charity Lane,” confirming that the two had found the right place.
The inside of it was less grand; the bricks in there weren’t even painted and the place seemed to be one big room, filled to the brim with assorted games of chance. Card games, roulette, and more were being played by people with and without gold to spare. There was an open circular window in the direct middle of the place, providing sunlight and a way for the smoke of people’s cigarettes to escape the building.
By the entrance, there was a bored-looking man in a Golden Eye Casino uniform who appeared to be some kind of guard, judging from the door behind him. Clark seemed to examine him for a second, then nudged Arthur to get him to talk to the man.
“Excuse me sir,” Arthur asked the bored man, “Would you happen to know where Delia Toujours is?”
The guardsman looked wary of them both for once, not just Clark. “What do you want from her?”
“We have a delivery for her.” Saying this, Arthur held up the jar of red powder he got from the doctor.
The guard’s face changed instantly, suddenly becoming far more friendly and polite. “Oh! Sure. Go through the door and up the stairs, then talk to the secretary. Their desk will be the first one you see.” He then opened the door so the pair could enter.
“Thank you,” Arthur replied as he and Clark did the first two parts of what the man said. At the top was a sparse waiting room with a few chairs and an older looking woman. Arthur walked up to her and asked the same question he asked the guard, this time holding up the jar to save a bit of time.
“Oh, I can give that to her. Off you go.” Her attitude appeared to be quite in line with the guard’s initial one. Before Arthur could give the jar to her, Clark held his hand in front of it.
“No thank you,” the cricket said, “we’d be glad to do it ourselves.” Clark simply stared at the clerical worker, letting time win his case for him.
After waiting what felt to Arthur like minutes, the lady assented. “Fine. Her office is in the back, last door on the right.”
Clark thanked her, then both of them walked towards the office. “Why’d you ask to do this yourself?” Arthur whispered.
“So we can maybe get some money for your food, plus that lady would’ve stolen some of it,” the cricket responded equally quietly.
Arthur nodded. As they were about to knock on Delia’s door, he heard a voice on the other side. “Come in.” The pair looked at one another, shrugged, then opened the door and walked in.
Delia’s office was significantly nicer than the lobby before it. She had a nice wooden desk with matching shelves, along with big picture windows that presented a nice view of the city. Delia herself was a slender woman in her mid-30s with long, dark red hair. She wore a formal red dress that matched her hair. In an instant, anyone looking at this woman would know she was more sophisticated than most of the people in the casino.
“Please close the door behind you,” she asked of Clark, “and hand me the jar please” she asked Arthur. Both of them complied with these requests, then sat down.
A moment later, the woman said “you’re right, it usually isn’t this full. Thank you.”
Both men were visibly surprised, so Delia took it upon herself to explain. “I have good hearing.” Arthur was still perplexed, but Clark nodded as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
“Wait a minute,” the woman just realized, being as surprised as Arthur was, “you’re the guy who fought the frog, right? Yeah, not many people travel with crickets around here.”
Seeing that the pair’s expressions were as surprised as they were a few moments ago, Delia explained again. “I was able to found this place” she waved her hand around the room to indicate the building “by being well informed, so I like to stay that way. This also includes knowing you need money for food. Would you two be interested in work?”
Arthur didn’t know what else to say, so he just asked “what kind of work?”
“I need two bodyguards for a meeting tomorrow. My usual people are on vacation, so I need trustworthy individuals for this.”
“And you trust us, even though we only met just now?”
“Well, Doctor Smith sent you, so yeah. It will only take a few hours and I’ll pay you well - 25 gold each, with 5 gold each paid up front.”
Once again, Clark seemed to be much more accepting of the logic than Arthur was. The amnesiac had to wonder just how this business leader and the doctor knew each other. He also had to wonder what kind of meeting this was that required this lady to have bodyguards. But he didn’t have to wonder whether or not he wanted to do this; in this case, the reward was worth the risk, and if things got too sketchy he could protect his friend while they left. “I’ll do it.”
The cricket wasn’t interested in this sort of work, but he also knew Arthur had no money and knew this woman wanted two bodyguards. If he refused this job, his friend could be out of work as well. “Same here.”
“Splendid! Be here at 8 AM tomorrow. Thank you so much, that will be all!”
Thundercloud
Unbelievable. Not only did the rainbow fag dodge his most recent hit, some leftover weaboo shields had protected the other girl. At least they were gone now.
“'Thundercloud. "Maybe it should be 'Skittles'... cuz you're about to taste the rainbow."
Wow, just when Hot Topic couldn’t get any lamer, he went ahead and said that. Not only that, but nothing happened! Some Skittles sounded good right now though. Did the vending machine have any of those?
Oh, right. Gotta focus. The guy with homo rainbow powers was trying to do something, though Thundercloud wasn’t sure what. His glowy powerup showed a little promise, but apparently all this fruit could do is talk. Not that he minded, of course. This shit got old an hour ago. While the dead man’s girlfriend talked to the woman on the ground, Thundercloud started charging another attack. He’d kill the queer first, then focus on-
"...the brigHTER THE RAINBOWWW!"
Wait, what was-
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” the villain yelled, letting his electricity loose at random targets out of figurative shock. Thundercloud put his hands on his eyes, rubbing them desperately in an attempt to reduce the pain.
“I’LL KILL ALL YOU SUPERS! FUCK!”
In his rage and blindness, the fat man was unable to see what any of the heroes were doing, but he did decide to power up yet another attack for when things returned to normal. He also didn’t see that one of his random strikes was heading straight for Kestrel.
Downtown Lafayette City
Meanwhile, outside near the Lafayette Financial Building, the police were having a difficult time with things. Though a few of the Storm Troopers had uncharacteristically surrendered, more than enough had arrived to take their place. It was a bloody battle; many cops had fallen and more likely would as time passed. But the weather-themed soldiers were going down as well.
And then, suddenly, the remaining ones stopped fighting. The cops could hear their conversation briefly:
“Why are we out here?”
“Weren’t we supposed to be inside?”
“What’s going on?”
And other questions of that nature.
The police weren’t really interested in the nature of their enemy’s orders though; whether it was the execution of a proper strategy or the desire to see their fallen avenged, they took advantage of the momentary lull to strike, shooting the storm troopers with a surge of bullets. Now, with only three members left, the electric-themed adversaries decided enough was enough.
“We surrender,” one said as they all put their hands in the air and dropped their weapons.
<Snipped quote by Dark Cloud>
Hullo lazy, its nice to meet u, i'm guccicorn ^-^
@Zapdos ... look what youve turned me into QwQ
Congratulations, this is the first step to maturity haha
@fusagi we are still open, yes! I'd say PM me once you've read all of the story's posts and I'll get you a link to the Discord.
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