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[Mettaton looks, for lack of a better word, hideous. His hair is frayed and patches of his beautiful chrome finish have been blackened from the flames. Parts of the pink paint on his chest have been eroded from acid. The various nicks and scuffs across his body don't do him any favors either, and neither does the occasional sparks shooting from his shoulder where a neat little pauldron used to be.

Still, he's smiling. It's not very bright, but what isn't there to smile about. They're leaving, aren't they?

In frame, he begins to waggle a bright, red bottle. Whether it's small because of its size or because a large robot is holding it is another story.]


If anyone requires healing before we shuttle ourselves out of here, I found a few potions I'm not going to need. All I ask for is the bottle back when you're finished.

If anyone else can provide service, I'd suggest letting others know here. Goodness knows 6 potions aren't going to help everyone.

((Feel free to threadhop and have characters mingle for help/items!))
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[After a long morning of repairs, Jin's feeling chatty: he's taken shelter under the spontaneously sprouting tree in the Oska gardens and sitting with his legs folded. With an eyebrow raised quizzically, he peers into the magitek's "camera".]

So. How many ALASTAIR agents does it take to steal a diamond?

[you're not funny jin.]

Seriously. Seeing as we've all rested up and done our homework-- assuming that you've all gone through the dossier already [with all the intonation of the high school teacher who is definitely expecting you to stay on top of the readings, or so help him]-- we've got some work to do. We've only got a couple weeks to meet up with our analyst on Leramzen, get in, and get out with the diamond. I don't doubt we can manage, but I also know we're a pretty eclectic bunch.

That's a nice way of saying 'crazy mismatched', by the way.

I'm curious, though. How many people have experience with-- let's call 'em requisitions? A mission like this is familiar enough that I'm almost getting nostalgic here, and I feel like some of us might be in the same boat. [He huffs, in what might be the beginnings of a sardonic-sounding laugh.]

It might help us get our plans in order, but if you're sworn to secrecy or don't feel like fessing up for whatever reason... [he shrugs a bare shoulder, head tilting a little,] I get it. It's not the lightest of topics for everyone.