[Mari]

" . . . They're just standing around." White remarked, observing a gathered crowd of about twenty fully uniformed members of Team Plasma, clad in the white medieval esque outfits she remembered from before she set off on her quest to find N. "Didn't you say they spit up and started wearing new outfits?" White questioned, glancing over at Black. "Yyyeah... The other ones are called Neo Team Plasma and they look kinda like ninjas!" Black explained. "It looks like they're ... protesting!" White went on to remark. These Team Plasma members had shown up on the news, alerting White to their presence. And boy, was this a surprise for everyone involved. Observing these Team Plasma Grunts were both girls responsible for defeating their leaders and in White's case hunting their sages down and throwing them all in prison. You could see the way they settled down a bit when they became aware of the two heroines of truth and ideals, standing side by side no less! There was a palpable aura of fear. The signs some of them were carrying read things like "Pokeballs are torture!" and "Free Your Pokemon!" "I guess they really haven't changed..." White observed, none too pleased with those signs.

Team Plasma Grunts x22
220 HP

[TartoonHand94]

High in the skies above Rainbow Square, a familiar Bug/Flying type Pokémon squinted down at the protesting group. Confirming that the crowd was indeed Team Plasma, the Ninjask scanned the surrounding area for her true targets. She found them Just as easily.

Nintenda descended, zipping down to Black and White and buzzed around their heads. Without giving much more time than a pet, she zipped off in the direction she came.
Just as they thought they were alone again, the two heroines were ambushed from behind! Two large flipper-like hands wrapped around them and pulled them into a big fuzzy embrace.
“Ludicolo! Lololo!” Kappineapple cheered as he hugged them, apparently very happy to see the two again.

“Kappin! Quit it! Down boy!” a familiar trainers voice came rushing up to call his Ludicolo off. “That’s- ung-no way to treat-Oof!” He tried to scold as he attempted to pull him off of them, only for Kappineapple to turn around and accidentally knock him down, still happily holding his heroines.
“S-sorry about that. It’s just that I’m-I mean He’s-” Purple sheepishly tried to apologize on behalf of his affectionate Ludicolo as he stood back up. “No-I mean We’re just really happy to see you again.” He planned to put a lot of effort into not embarrassing himself in front of them again this time. He didn’t account for his Pokémon to do it for him.
“Blaziken!” Down out of nowhere came a Blaziken who landed dramatically beside the boy, stood straight and added to the salute. Noticing he wasn’t saluting too, he gave his trainer a nudge.
“Huh? Oh right!” Purple quickly picked up on Clucky’s cue despite having rehearsed this before he came.
“Team Purple, reporting for duty, ma’ams!” He and Nintenda saluted in unison with Clucky. “Ninjask!”
“Ludicolo!” Kappineapple saluted as well, finally letting Black and White go.

Purple	Clucky	Kappineapple	Nintenda
Damage 0%	Damage 0%	Damage 0%	Damage 0%
Status: Embarassed Already	Status: Sentai Salute	Status: Happily Hugging	Status: Buzzing About

[Mr. Game & Watch]

Unbeknownst to the duo of girls, there was a dark horse trotting along in the distance. Shade was never one to doubt his enemies, and when the enemies in question were the ones who defeated his master, their hunches were invaluable to his pursuits. They seemed to have mistaken the defectors for the true Team Plasma, which put into question whether they were the heroines from his timeline, but either way, they lead him exactly where he wanted them to.

That said, the grunts were operating out in the open, without any subtly or tact. Perhaps he should be questioning his own skills since they avoided his detection for quite sometime. Then again, he was focused on other jobs for quite sometime, they might have forgotten or assumed him to be detained or dead. Or maybe it was a trap. A lot of possibilities, but as far as he was concerned, it was worth the risk if he got his hands back on his master’s prized possession.

Very discreetly, Shade tossed out a pokeball, the flash of light being muted by a dugout on the roof he resided on. His Bisharp arose over the edge of building, spying down on the enemies below. It wasn’t like the metal coated beast needed further instruction, but a radio slid along the roof tiles, clinking against his armour. “Grab one” the device relayed as Bisharp picked it up. With a nod of acknowledgement, the creature waited for an opportune moment, that came when the protestors took notice of the two girls.

With the group distracted, Bisharp leapt down onto the streets, racing directly toward the group and grabbing one of the stragglers on the outer rim of the rally. He hopped backwards a fair bit to get a good distance from the protestors and strengthened his grip in the process, the blade on his gauntlet pressed directly against his hostage’s neck. If that wasn’t enough, the bladed edges all over Bisharp’s torso made him one of the least huggable Pokemon around. He held the transceiver out to the group, using his other hand. “Take me to your base” the radio responded.

The Bisharp slightly turned his head so that he could watch the group of protagonists gathering on the other end of the battlefield through the corner of his eye. The Dark-Type repositioned the device so that it was facing the other group as well. “I need one, you can take the rest” the voice relayed.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

What the group or Team Plasma didn't know about was the sudden appearance of the Demi-Fiend as he made his approach, he did not need telling of anything that involved the merciless Trophification of victims, though with his pink hoodie on he wasn't exactly intimidating now was he. On the contrary, appearances can indeed be deceiving on all counts because the hoodie was hiding what could be described as a whole class of being a cut above the rest; just not in the way most would suspect.

After he reached the group and the Plasma Grunts, he would stare down the grunts and the other three trainers that were visible, then to the Bisharp, then gave a nod and removed the hoodie to reveal the glyph tattoos that were imprinted on him because of the magatama inserted into him by Lucifer. "So this is the so-called Team Plasma... I guess I may end up having to eventually get my hands dirty... So unless you grunts want to make this a glorified rant about Pokemon rights, then you better look deeper within your sorry faces as you are no different. And if I end up taking your leader down directly, you would most likely join him. So I give you a choice: Surrender peacefully, or become Martyrs to the Messiah and his fellow like-minded allies." The Demi-Fiend said to the plasma grunts, his supernatural gold eyes giving all of the grunts the most intimidating of Death glares in a bid to make them consider their choices carefully and ensure they don't pull a fast one, especially since one of them was used as a potential hostage to possibly enforce the situation to a tee.

[Mari]

"Well aren't you just a breath of fresh air?" White replied, smiling brightly at Purple. She reached out and grasped his shoulder, grabbing his attention and directing him to the Team Plasma grunts. Hey soldier, the enemy's like, right behind you. Better focus. While they were distracted, however, one of the Team Plasma grunts had simply vanished. Who would miss the twenty second grunt? Oh--well, yeah. Maybe all those other grunts would. The captured grunt cried out in alarm. "The--The Soft Drink Parlor!! Two block down next to the Laundrymat! It's run by Bubble T. ---We meet up there on Mondaaays!!" the plasma grunt blurted out. ...Well, it really didn't take much. The fellow grunts just kinda stopped what they were doing and sent judging stares in their general direction. It wasn't clear whether they were judging the team plasma grunt for blabbing or the bisharp attacking her. "...Do I know you??" Black asked of the radio. His voice sounded... a bit familiar, even compressed through the radio waves.

And then, Demifiend started threatening the crowd. They just sort of stared at him, with their cardboard signs and their ever so cool knightly outfits. Look at how threatening they are! "...But this is a peaceful protest!" one of the grunts replied. Black glanced to White, giving her a questioning look. "...Yyyeah. They weren't actually wanted by the police or anything, which is weird. But I'm sure they can't be up to any good!" White added somewhat awkwardly. How could an organization so fundamentally opposed to the basic principles of the pokemon world not be up to something?

From overhead, an eagle's cry rang out like shrill thunder. A giant red white and blue bird dropped from the sky and landed on the ground with a crack. Black flashed a smile over her shoulder as it stepped forward to stand behind her, hovering over the rather short trainer and staring into the crowd of Team Plasma Grunts. Its talons made railroad spikes look like toothpicks and its beak was large and sharp enough to make humans accutely aware that they were on the menu. A bird that big and powerful could rip a heavily armored tank apart, let alone a bunch of plasma grunts. Say hello to Braviary. Black would reach up and pet the giant bird's crest for a moment before shifting to strut her way up to the nearest plasma grunt. The one with the 'pokeballs are murder' sign. She then leveled a finger at him and--! "Stop that!" Black scolded.

"...Ok." the plasma grunt awkwardly replied. He then lowered his sign and the others followed. A few began dispersing. "...Hey, can we have Michelle back? A bunch of us were heading back to 'base' anyway." one of the grunts asked in the radio's general direction, making a point not to actually approach the bisharp. Bewildered, White made a face at the group. "...You guys are starting to make defeating you seem like less of an accomplishment. You're not even going to battle?" she remarked in disappointment. "No! We don't even like battling, and you're just going to hurt our pokemon anyway..! A-And we're thirsty! We've been out here for hours!" a plasma grunt replied. Geez. White had to stop and ponder if they'd always been this lame.

Team Plasma Grunts x21
210 HP

[TartoonHand94]

“Y-yeah that’s us… The freshest.” Purple grinned sheepishly as White grasped his shoulder. From behind White’s back Kappineapple flashed his trainer a signal to play it cool. Seeing this, Purple swallowed his smile and put his stoic face back on. Following White’s direction, he observed the Team Plasma grunts with equally stoic focus. “So. What’s the plan?”

Before he could do anything about it, a Bisharp grabbed one of the grunts and held them hostage for the location of their base. Clucky, immediately noticing the threat, nudged his trainer as if to ask if he should step in and save the grunt from Bisharp.
“I-is this the plan?” Purple asked perturbed, his stoic face and voice cracking immediately. Sure, he Did get the location out of her, but wasn’t that a little…extreme? He wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with this course of action at all. “Y-you got all that?” He asked Nintenda, who was his personal GPS when it came to these things. She had memorized the directions and was now ready to guide everyone there as soon as they were ready.

Okay they got the base location. Bisharp was going to let her go right? Right? No Purple, things were about to get much edgier. Right out of left field came the tattooed son of Houndoom himself. And then he spoke. Sure, he was just trying to scare the Team Plasma grunts, but Purple looked visibly scared for them too. If White’s hand was still on his shoulder she could feel it.
And when Team Plasma grunts gave their answer, Purple looked at White too with a face that said ‘Then why…all of This?’ Threatening the lives of people who haven’t even done anything wrong yet, isn’t that just like threatening the lives of the innocent? Clucky gave Purple another nudge asking if he should tell Demifiend to back off instead.

And as if we weren’t two for two, a shrill cry in sky heralded three. To Purple’s amazement and Clucky’s confusion, a big, (red, white and) blue Braviary touched down behind Black. Where did he come from?
Oh no. What was she going to have him do? Have him Sky Drop one of the grunts? Slice them into grunt-chops? Crunch the grunt chops into grunt dust with his beak? …Or just tell them to stop? Oh. Phew.

Purple looke visibly relieved, then even more so, with a hint of bewilderment, that it worked.
“Zik.” Clucky scoffed, disappointed that the grunts gave up without a fight. What was so great about an overgrown Rufflet that made everybody suddenly want to bow to his whim like he’s the head Honchcrow or something?
“Uh. Great job, Black! A-and you too, Braviary!” Purple praised with a thumb up. “Ke?”
“See? Was That so hard?” He asked Demifiend from a distance. A distance he preferred to keep. I mean those tatoos were Awesome and stuff, but he wanted to keep his head.
“We stopped the peaceful protest before it became a violent riot, and nobody had to get hurt! Sounds like Mission Accomplished to me.” Purple smiled at White in satisfaction… all too soon. Nintenda had to remind him that they still had a stop to make.
“…Oh yeah. The Soft Drink Parlour.” He sheepishly remembered. “Alright girl, lead the way.”
“Ninjask.” Nintenda nodded, slowly ascending into the air as a guiding beacon everyone’s eyes could follow her.

[Mr. Game & Watch]

Something was off. While Shade could write off the Team Plasma defectors as merely being cowards, far be it from him to assume that so quickly. The fact that he had one of their members grabbed by the throat and it was treated as a minor inconvenience made him suspicious. The possibility of this whole staging being a trap was still on the table and while it would be easy for him to retreat and call it a day, he was still curious to see where this potential trap could lead him. After all, he had two Unova champions to rely on if it all went south, if he could keep them on his side. A temporary alliance may be necessary to continue this operation.

Bisharp kept a close grip on his hostage, though his attention was directed to Black as she questioned the identity of his master. Picking up on the voice of the heroine, Shade decided that it might be more favourable if he kept his real identity a secret considering that he would require the services of this team for the time being and who knows how the duo would react if thy knew who he was. “Bisharp, who’s talking to me?” the radio relayed back. The Pokemon muttered back into the device. “Touko? From Unova, what is she doing here!? I don’t know if you remember me, I was one of Looker’s agents, I helped you guys detain the sages” he spoke in a bit more of a casual tone. “I would greet you personally, but uh… I had a bit of an accident that’s left me incapable of moving. I sent my Pokemon out once I heard of Team Plasma’s resurgence.”

Shade planted the seeds, but he needed a bit more to earn their trust. Keeping the hostage would prove problematic as some of the team members looked visibly uncomfortable with his actions. While under normal circumstances holding onto the hostage until the situation was more stable was his preferred option, but he would have to let her go, for now anyway. “Bisharp, let the grunt go” the device commanded.

Bisharp was a bit fixated on the Braviary. Not wanting to be out done by a bird, the metal creature held his hostage a bit closer, wanting to show that it was a force to be reckoned with since the reaction it got was clearly not enough to entail that. With a moment of consideration though, he ultimately released his grip on the grunt, though it did not do so happily.

Joining the rest of the pack, Bisharp broke from his position between the two parties, showcasing where his allegiances lied. Although, once he did he immediately sized up one of the trainers’ Blaziken. Glaring at the Fire-Type through the corner of his eye, he began to sharpen one of his arm blades with the other. Despite this though, he would follow the group, more importantly the Ninjask since it seemed to know where it was going.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

The Demi-Fiend simply blinked before he picked up his hoodie, looking at purple. "I can see why, and even if you kept your distance from me, you would know sooner or later that I don't kill human beings unless I am forced to as an act of mercy. Either way..." he stated before turning his gaze to the plasma grunts, his gaze still making them look like they were being X-rayed.

He then pointed to the grunt that was released from the Bisharp. "You, kindly come here and tell me which leader you work for." The Demi-Fiend said calmly, his gaze focused on the Ninjask.

[Mari]

"Heh. That's right. It's back to hunting Team Plasma for me. I'm glad to hear a familiar name. We'll try and keep you updated as we go along, alright?" White replied, unfazed by having been mistaken for Black. Those sorts of things happened when you couldn't actually see who you were talking to. Black pondered where she remembered that voice from for a moment longer, but decidedly couldn't put her finger on it. She'd met a great many people, after all, and she certainly didn't recognize this person describing themselves to her. So what were the chances of it that being important? She passed the thought from her mind.

Black and White just sort of did a double take at the world around them. Middle of the life sphere? Check. Bunch of dorks in costume protesting? Check. Yeah this was definitely not killing season. "Iiii don't think that'll be necessary. Not with these guys anyway. Team Plasma may be a bunch of crooks, but they'd never take a life to make their point--pokemon or otherwise. Their leader on the other hand..." White explained for Demifiend before glancing to Black. "Ghetsis came back and reformed them into 'Neo' Team Plasma, right? Didn't you say he tried to kill you?" White asked. Judging by Black's facial expression, this was a rather somber topic for her. "Yeah..." she replied, watching the Team Plasma grunts as they lead the way back. White wasn't used to Black not being her cheery self, but she supposed attempted murder was enough to taint even the cheeriest smile with the bad taste it left in their mouth. "Well, let's get going. I'd like to have a battle with Ghetsis about that." White enthusiastically replied, moving to catch up with the plasma grunts.

"Wait!!" Black called out, reaching out to grasp White's arm and give it a little tug. Bewildered, White stopped and listened in to hear what Black had to say.

"...Couldn't we just... talk to them and see what they have to say instead? They didn't seem so unreasonable, really~" Black anxiously asked.

"...Ghetsis is a dangerous man, Black. He ruins lives and he uses words to do it. I don't know if he got a little less subtle, since I left to find N, but listening to what he and his followers have to say is a really bad idea. Words can only betray us." White replied. "...I guess it's a little frightening, heading off to face him again after everything you've been through. But this time you'll have me! I won't let him lay a finger on you or your pokemon." White went on to offer, smiling brightly at the other.

"...Right..." Black half-heartedly relented. She didn't seem all too reassured. ...Troubled, but not dissuaded, White moved to join the others in pursuing Team Plasma. Maybe after this was all done with, Black could go back to normal.

---

At the soft drink parlor, several team plasma grunts could be seen slipping past an employee's only door past the counter people were being served at. A woman who wasn't wearing Team Plasma Regalia stood behind the counter, casually greeting people as they came in. She didn't seem to mind the group's presence, and other than the fact that the door seemed to suggest it had other purposes than a secret base little doubt could be had that they were in the right place.

[TartoonHand94]

Purple flinched at being addressed by Demi-Fiend, but this soon wore off upon hearing what he had to say. “That’s…Good.” He held a nervous thumb up. He didn’t kill humans, that was a relief. Maybe that meant after this was over he’d get to take a closer look at his wicked sweet tattoos.
“Get well soon!” Purple chirped out to whom he thought was the renowned detective Looker. His intimidated demeanour was further relaxed by Bisharp letting the Team Plasma grunt go.

Clucky, on the other hand, still saw fit to place himself as a buffer between Demi-Fiend and Bisharp from Purple.
Bisharp, in particular, had the Blaziken’s attention. Clucky saw Bisharp sharpening his blades and raised him a clench of his fist, cracking his knuckles in the process. He then began to grind his claws against each other, almost in a snapping motion. Subtle ignition sparks were generated from this action.
If Bisharp were to look him in his eyes, he’d notice a squinting glare that almost said ‘If you Dare try anything like that to My trainer, I will not hesitate.’ Despite his eyes and his fist, Clucky would follow along with the group as if nothing were the matter.

Listening to the champion trainers, however, something was definitely the matter.
“He tried to What?” Purple choked on his own gasp. He would’ve done a spit-take if he were drinking anything, so Kappineapple did one for him. The trainer ducked in time, but his Blaziken wasn’t so lucky.
“Zik.” Clucky grunted as he steamed himself dry.
“B-but who would ever dare hurt a single hair the head of someone so swee-Someone so pre-Someone so beau-” A flustered Purple stopped himself short of each embarrassing new word that could describe Black with. “…Someone so swell prepared for a beauttle?” He sheepishly settled.
Kappineapple would spray him with water again but clearly someone else needed a pick-me-up more than he did.

“Th-this time you’ll have us too!” Purple interjected at the end of White’s offer, repeating the salute from earlier. “Right guys?”
“Ludicolo!” “Blaziken.” His Pokémon agreed, even Nintenda who was leading in front. “Ninjask!”
They had seen a lot since they got here, but Black’s precious smile fading was by far the worst. It was as if something was very wrong with the world. Purple couldn’t stand to see her like this. He had to do something to cheer her up. But what?

Arriving at the soft drink parlour, Nintenda descended on Purple’s head, anticipating a treat for a job well done.
“Atta girl, Nintenda.” Purple praised, flicking a Pokébean up at her which she promptly caught and nibbled. “You earned it.” This gave Kappineapple an idea. Grabbing his trainer’s attention, he pointed at one of the colourful drinks on the menu. “Good idea, Kappin.” The trainer whispered as his Ludicolo winked and nudged him.
“Uh, H-hey Black.” With little more than a deep breath, Purple went right for it without rehearsing in his head or anything. “You look thirsty-I mean that is to say you’re hot-No that’s not what I-” And he instantly regretted it. A slap on the back of the head from his Ninjask rebooted him. “How’s about a drink? Anything you want on the menu, it’s on me.” A sincere smile found its way past the nervous one and took its place on his face. “Th-that goes for you too, White. Long as we’re here we might as well wet our whistles.”

[Mr. Game & Watch]

“Roger that. My Pokemon will be sure to fill me in whenever necessary” Shade relayed back. Just being around the two heroes of Unova was giving him flashbacks. It seemed like a life time ago considering how long he had been stationed on Li. However, he could still vividly remember the events that White spoke of. Those were dark times for him and his brothers, Ghetsis was so close to a victory that would have restored their honour, but it was all taken away from not one, but two preteens. It was quite the joke that destiny had in store for them. So much so that it shattered any future aspirations that his leader once had in store for them. Hearing them disrespect him further riled Shade up, but it must pass if he wished to complete his mission.

Unless Ghetsis was deliberately having the traitors of his clan bumble around the Life Sphere, Shade had severe doubts that he had anything to do with them. More over, there was no possible way that Ghetsis could trust such traitors with his operations again.

In the meantime, Bisharp followed the gang to the soft drink parlor. Seeing that his intimidation tactics had riled up the trainer’s Blaziken, the metallic creature let off a lowly chuckle and responded to Clucky’s counter measures with a grinding of his head pike against his arm blade, as though he was preparing the blade for a special occasion. He allowed his feathered friend to use his imagination.

The red clad Pokemon continued to watch its allies as they arrived at the soda shop. It seemed innocent enough, but Bisharp had invaded enough of Team Plasma’s bases to know that they were meant to be unassuming. Even though it seemed like their investigation was coming to a head, the younger trainer deemed it necessary to make a rest stop. The Pokemon’s cold eyes watched as he rewarded his Pokemon with treats and soda. A strange feeling arose within Bisharp, but it was quickly cast away with spite. Such a foolish relationship between trainer and their Pokemon, Bisharp found more strength in resenting his trainer than those creatures could ever through compassion. So dependant on their trainer, they could never survive outside of his care.

Frustrated that their mission was being delayed by his allies taking a rest stop, Bisharp stepped forth, barging at the door that was clearly the entrance to Team Plasma’s secret base.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

The Demi-Fiend simply shrugged, not caring about being the one who followed the group, but wanting to take down a tyrant of sorts would be cathartic to him and the legions of Chaos under Lucifer as a mild stepping stone to better the world and quite possibly shattering this planet's Status Quo for more 'suitable' leaders.

As the group entered the building, the Demi-Fiend would turn down having something to snack on, and instead kept his eyes on the Bisharp and Shade. His eyes showing a modicum of respect towards the person in question. "Hopefully we get to the bottom of this quickly" he said to himself as he kept his eyes peeled, not wanting to have any fighting done in the process if necessary, but if worst came to worst, he had his almighty elemental attacks on hand should the need arise for pounding some evil heads in.

[Coolshaymin]

"Hold on! Wait up!" A voice called from outside the parlor as a blonde girl that would be fairly familiar to one of the trainers, and even more to another as a blonde girl in green came into the Soda Joint... before tripping and nearly falling over before a Mienshao dashed to her side and caught her. She has grown a tad accustomed to her trainer's antics. "Thanks, Mienshao~! I saw Team Plasma heading this way and wanted to see them too... Touko?! You're here too?" Bianca introduced as she recogonized White but... did not seem to identify Black for some reason. Though she did seem a bit younger. "Glad to see a familiar face~! I can help you stop Plasma this time~," the girl stated rather cheerfully with a bit of a twirl...

That was when she noticed the party was a bit odd. Did... these two red Pokemon belong to anyone? She did not see a trainer for them unless they were that guy's in purple. "Is that soda? Me and my friends have not had anything to drink since we got here," Bianca was apparently as easily sidetracked as Purple... Still, at least Bisharp was making some ground for them.

[Mari]

The shop keeper smiled at the group. "Big demonstration today~ Can I get you and Braviary something to drink?" she asked, unfazed by the pokemon's presence. "Nnnoo~ This isn't that kinda visit." Black replied somewhat light-heartedly, only to second-guess herself at Purple's offer. "--Actually yeah~! Let's have a drink." she replied, beaming at Purple and hopping up onto a stool next to the counter. White, however, seemed a bit perturbed by their actions. "Mmmh... It might not be a good idea to let Team Plasma do whatever they want while we relax. There's no telling what they're plotting." White unenthusiastically replied, only for a familiar voice to stop her dead in her tracks before she could pursue the boys to the back.

White turned her head and her eyes widened in shock. Of all the turns of good fortune, this was perhaps the best since well--Since she'd met Black! Bianca looked straight out of her memories, and seeing an old friend brought a giddy smile to her face and a skip to her step as she rushed over to greet Bianca with a big clingy hug. "...I missed you." White softly remarked. She then released the other. "Yeah--Let's get you something to drink. My treat~!" White relented, moving to join Black and Purple at the counter, where she promptly moved to make good on her offer.

---

Meanwhile, while the others were enjoying a reunion and a drink, Shade's Bisharp and Demifiend are allowed to proceed into the back. Oddly enough, they only got odd glances as they proceeded inward. It was a very modest looking back room, with boxes of stuff (TM) laying around, likely the shop's storage. However, because of how of how small the building actually was it wouldn't take them very long to find something out of place. Namely, a break room with a few plasma grunts hanging out in it. It had been converted, however, into something of a meeting room. It all looked very humble, except for one detail.

A golden throne, straight out of N's castle, had been salvaged and placed in the room. sitting upon the throne was a man in a team plasma uniform, with his hood pulled back and a rather ornate crown on his head. A couple of grunts stood around him. It looked like they'd been talking idly before the boys entered, turning to stop and look up at them. His scruffy brown hair The man on the throne, looking ever so comfy, addressed them first. "What are you doing here?" he asked somewhat accusingly. "Did we just let them in here??" he went on to ask one of the nearby grunts, who helplessly shrugged in response. The man on the throne shook his head in bewilderment, eyeing the Bisharp and Demifiend warily. "They don't look like one of us. I don't recognize their faces. Which means..." the man began, hesitating for a moment before smirking at a hidden idea. "Are you here to join us?" he asked, meeting Demifiend's gaze in particular. He didn't expect the bisharp to respond.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Following the Bisharp into the back, the champion of Chaos was not suprised to see it as he usually did from the well trained eye. It was but a simple storage room, boxes on either side of the walls with a table in the middle of the room to make it look like a bit of a break room of sorts. Furthermore, there were a few people in the vicinity, just a few grunts and someone sitting on a golden throne.

The Demi-Fiend was able to respond in a simple matter by staring the one on the throne down with his own eyes. "Why would you ask someone a question without first giving your name so they may commit it to memory, especially since the one you ask is a person brought about by the rebel king of hell..." was his susinct answer to the question, his gaze focused on the person who asked. He would simply continue "Either way, I am looking for a certain someone, we found a small group outside of a building and thought it best to investigate for the good of the Life Sphere. And while I tend to go by the name of Demi-Fiend, that alias is nothing more than a station and title bestowed upon me by Lucifer himself, my real name is Naoki Kashima... May I ask for your name?" he finished all without making any form of fist, though he did pull down the good of his hoodie to actually reveal his face, giving the man on the throne and the few plasma grunts in the room the facial profile they would be able to commit to memory.