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[ Undyne had said she wanted more guidance from ALASTAIR. Here she is, with more guidance, and she doesn’t know if she likes it. Looking more ragged than ever, she’s standing with Pearl, with the volcano Nalalona in the background. ]

Alright chumps, listen up, it’s time for some teamwork! ALASTAIR has some ideas about what we can do to get the volcano going again, so everyone can get their powers back. ...it’s going to involve a bomb.

[Pearl clears her throat, despite the fact her body is flickering in and out of view at some points during the video. The Gem stands tall as she gestures back to the volcano.]

This is correct. ALASTAIR has entrusted us with schematics of creating a bomb and a catapult. It’s up to us to gather the necessary supplies and assemble them.

They have observed a high level of tectonic plate activity here, near the Nalalona volcano. With enough force -- the bomb in this case -- we can possibly trigger an eruption and restore the natives’ Gifts, along with our own magical abilities. The volcano’s opening is large enough for us to hit our mark with the bomb. It’s up to us to put it all together.

We can’t afford to not try. Look around you, half our team relies on magic just to exist. This isn’t just about helping the natives use magic anymore, this about saving ourselves. If you don’t use magic, good for you, but if you have a heart, you’ll understand why this is important, and why if I catch anyone slacking off, they’ll be answering to my spear about why they don't think it's important. Got it?!

[Pearl glances to Undyne and offers her a weak smile. The situation they were all facing was quite dire. She faces the feed again.]

I know we have the ability to make this work. And we will, if we all work together on this. Every little bit helps!

[ OOC note: There will be a mod-posted mass log on the 16th for gathering/construction/etc. Pearl and Undyne will be around, and feel free to use this post to chat among each other as well! ]

[ OOC edit: The NPCs Crowley and Cherenkov speak! ]

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[ a single brow is arched at that particular display. "display", his mind is quick to say, as if she'd meant at to do that at all in the first place.

quietly, he lifts the cigarette to his lips, but he makes no move to light it just yet. as if the weight against his lip were comfort enough in the moment. ]

Y'sure you're gonna be up for all this?

I know people aren't fond of this idea, but yes, I am.

[She nods in affirmation, pale blue eyes determined.]

If they're offering assistance, it'd be silly to turn it down. Especially when it could help all of us one way or another.

[ her gaze bores right into him, and he finds himself the first to break eye contact. he never did quite know what to do in the face of such blatant and naive determination.

he starts fussing around with the pockets of his coat, the garish purple one of the alastair brand. the shirt he wears beneath it isn't of standard uniform fare, though — a plain white button up with poorly-washed remnants of blood stains along the right side. ]

Guess it is pretty nice of 'em to finally lend us a hand, [ he comments neutrally, finally finding what he was looking for — a box of matches. ]

That mean if this all goes belly up, we can lay the blame on them? Not that that'd really matter, though... They ain't the ones here.

[Pearl watches him carefully, seeing the box of matches, but she redirects her gaze back to the man, clearing her throat.

Another flicker.]

We can. I wouldn't exactly blame them. They're offering a solution to the ALASTAIR recruits in which require magic in order to survive. I don't think they'd want their valuable 'assets' withering away here. They're busy with other missions after all.

[ the matches aren't actually his, but rather a souvenir from his brief time in oska before finding himself here. while he's not big on stealing, he comforts himself with the fact he ain't exactly big on being coerced into an indefinite time of servitude either, so. he drags a single match across the carton with perhaps more satisfaction than one might in such a menial task. ]

Sounds like poor planning t'me. Ain't exactly all that great for the morale...

[ he holds the tiny flame up to the end of his cigarette, takes in a deep, comforting breath. ahh, sweet poison. ]

But anyway. What d'ya want me t'do?

[It might be poor planning, but it's all they have to work of off for now. Pearl sighs heavily as her Gem flickers, a long list of schematics being shown in hologram form. Most of it is complicated equations and the like, and it scrolls through pretty fast.]

I know some people can handle the schematic side of things, but we will need some materials in order to make the catapult and the bomb. We hope to assemble all who are interested in a few days to get these supplies together. They consist of metal, wood, rare red flowers with black stems, fish hearts, coconuts, and sea urchins.

The list seems strange, but the make up of these items react differently than what we assume them to be. A coconut here may not be the same as the ones we're familiar with from our homes.

...Let's hope not, considering I just ate one not too long ago.

[ idly, he puts a hand over his stomach. he doesn't feel like he's at risk of combustion any time soon, but how does one really know when it comes to that stuff anyway? ]

[Pearl blinks before she lights up, for once, with a small laugh. She places her hands together, just under her chin with a small shake of her head.]

I think you'll be fine! I believe it reacts more... 'violently' when the other ingredients are involved. I don't think humans can ingest metal and wood.

[She shudders at the idea of ingestion and.. man, humans were strange with their digestive systems.]

I don't believe I caught your name! I'm Pearl.

[ it's a little comforting, for sure, but he still makes a mental note to be a bit more discriminatory with what he actually ingests while on these alien planets...

at least when he introduces himself in turn, he has the courtesy to pluck the cigarette from his lips before doing so. ]

Badou. Nails.

[ which probably just sounds like a bunch of words randomly thrown at her, but it's a legitimate name, he swears. at the mention of hers, of course, his eye flickers towards the gem nestled rather blatantly on her forehead — but it's a split-second, tops. ]

Ya been with ALASTAIR a while, Pearl?

A pleasure to meet you Mr. Nails. Granted I wish it was under better better circumstances.

[When she isn't near poofing back to her original form, which is the Gem in her forehead. But she fights to keep her body stable.]

Most people would say it's been a while. [Pearl taps the side of her chin.]

Approximately six months, I've been with them.

[ his expression seems to stall for a moment, lips parting just enough that a small exhalation elicits enough smoke to cloud up his vision. ]

[ a second later he is grinning, albeit wryly. ]

Six months, huh...?

[ well. he's waited over a decade already for his answers... a couple of months shouldn't be too hard.

still. what a bummer. he heaves a heavy, over-dramatic sigh. ]

I'm definitely gonna need more cigarettes, then.

[Pearl frowns a little. Oh she knew of cigarettes. Often wrinkled her nose at them. They were so smelly and... eugh.]

Have you thought about kicking the habit? I mean, you could start weening yourself off it.

[ "eugh" is right, pearl.

still, badou just laughs. ]

Oh, sure, plenty of times. Even almost did it, once.

[ he trails off, looking down now at the spent matchstick he's taken to rolling between his fingers. ]

[And she watches that, with a hint of worry.]

What happen all those previous times?

I remember why I started in the first place.

[ swiftly, he crushes the spent matchstick and flicks it off in the distance. there's a grin on his lips, but a glint in his eye only sharpens it. ]

So! [ where were they? ] Fish hearts, huh? It matter what kinda fish?

[Her face falls slightly. A reason? But the question draws her attention away from the initial response.]

Any fish hearts will do! They never specified what kind.

[ there's always a Reason ]

I can just give ya the whole fish, right? I ain't gotta dig the hearts out myself?

[ because gross ]

[Dear god.]

You can give the whole fish, yes.

[Pearl cringes a little, because yeah, that is gross and ugh organics, but maybe she can get some help with it.]

We'll... take care of the rest.

Well shit if that ain't the easiest job I ever had!

[ not that he's much of a fisherman but how hard can it be??

speaking of which— ]

D'ya know if we're getting paid at all? Cuz papa's gotta buy himself some new threads. [ the alastair uniform is nice and all but it ain't him, and none of the nalawi stuff here is any good at getting blood out of cotton who knew ]

[Pearl blinks owlishly as she stares at him... and shakes her head with a small pout.]

Getting paid? N-No. No one is getting paid for this.

There's a possibility we could restore some magic back to ALASTAIR recruits and the Nawali.

Nah, not for this.

[ he waves a hand in the air, dispelling some of the smoke that's gathered in front of his face. relax, pearl, beneath all this ash is a heart of gol— ]

I mean the whole mission in general.

[ jk. ]

[Oh boy.]

We... get paid in gratitude and respect? And the feeling of a job well done?

[ HAHAHAHAHAHA GOOD ONE PEARL THAT'S A RIO— ]

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