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@definitelyhumanpassenger

(unreality cw, bus rp blog) doint even worry about it all that much (anon asks are currently off until i get around to turning them on again)

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(out of character) well either way. hi. sorry for the long hiatus. basically what happened is i got scareded

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definitelyhumanpassenger

Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.

And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.

And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.

Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.

There's one thing you can't help but notice.

The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.

The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.

ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?

[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]

monarch-squadron

"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."

definitelyhumanpassenger

um... i think the rain is nice....

[she follows, still very suspicious]

monarch-squadron

Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.

"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."

definitelyhumanpassenger

sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]

...cause? what do you mean?

[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]

monarch-squadron

"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."

"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."

definitelyhumanpassenger

y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...

[she seems taken completely off-guard]

can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?

monarch-squadron

"Do not fear- we would rather be raised at the gallows than have their blood-drenched hands as our puppeteer. We can offer safety and security from them, a place where none can find you save those you choose to trust, if that is what you seek."

definitelyhumanpassenger

thats a bit. uh. intense. but um. i, uh... w. uhm. i guess i could try... helping i mean. like with the plan. helping you with the... [she realizes that she's starting to ramble a bit and trails off] what do you need me to do?

monarch-squadron

"My apologies if I come off a bit strong. Past experiences with them may still shift my perspective- I'm sure you understand. If you wish to help, now is not yet the time. Wait, and you will be called when you are needed."

definitelyhumanpassenger

oh. uh ... alright. um... i uh.. i guess ill see you then?

[unusually long pause]

so um. i uh,,, um. s. so do i just like... go now?

[she isn't very good at ending conversations]

monarch-squadron

He thinks to himself for a moment, before extending a hand from his cloak.

"You still desired shelter from GBI, correct? Our offer is on the table whether you choose to assist us or not. Perhaps you could ponder the contract there? Do not worry- whether or not you choose to assist, to offer shelter is the least we could do."

definitelyhumanpassenger

oh... um. thank you. i uhh. i would like that. thank you...

definitelyhumanpassenger

The Bluestreak cleaner wrasse can recognize itself in a mirror, and is therefore self-aware

- @spaceisonabus

wow... what a smart fish! it's uh... very interesting what creatures who aren't humans are capable of. maybe humans aren't alone in their intelligence and um. should try to be kinder to beings that aren't like them instead of like. experimenting on them, or something. n-not that i, a human, would know anything about that... b. because i am a normal human with no knowledge of any um. happenings that would involve that. or whatever. that was just hypothetical. i- i'm sure nothing like that is going on right now... [she trails off nervously and sort of glances around like she is trying to see if anyone overheard]

definitelyhumanpassenger

(out of character) guess which dumbass forgt which blog she got this ask on and answered it off-character and didn't realize until 2 months later. and then reblogged this post with that message from her main accidentally

#i am failgirl supreme

The Bluestreak cleaner wrasse can recognize itself in a mirror, and is therefore self-aware

- @spaceisonabus

wow... what a smart fish! it's uh... very interesting what creatures who aren't humans are capable of. maybe humans aren't alone in their intelligence and um. should try to be kinder to beings that aren't like them instead of like. experimenting on them, or something. n-not that i, a human, would know anything about that... b. because i am a normal human with no knowledge of any um. happenings that would involve that. or whatever. that was just hypothetical. i- i'm sure nothing like that is going on right now... [she trails off nervously and sort of glances around like she is trying to see if anyone overheard]

definitelyhumanpassenger

Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.

And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.

And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.

Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.

There's one thing you can't help but notice.

The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.

The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.

ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?

[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]

monarch-squadron

"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."

definitelyhumanpassenger

um... i think the rain is nice....

[she follows, still very suspicious]

monarch-squadron

Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.

"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."

definitelyhumanpassenger

sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]

...cause? what do you mean?

[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]

monarch-squadron

"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."

"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."

definitelyhumanpassenger

y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...

[she seems taken completely off-guard]

can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?

monarch-squadron

"Do not fear- we would rather be raised at the gallows than have their blood-drenched hands as our puppeteer. We can offer safety and security from them, a place where none can find you save those you choose to trust, if that is what you seek."

definitelyhumanpassenger

thats a bit. uh. intense. but um. i, uh... w. uhm. i guess i could try... helping i mean. like with the plan. helping you with the... [she realizes that she's starting to ramble a bit and trails off] what do you need me to do?

monarch-squadron

"My apologies if I come off a bit strong. Past experiences with them may still shift my perspective- I'm sure you understand. If you wish to help, now is not yet the time. Wait, and you will be called when you are needed."

definitelyhumanpassenger

oh. uh ... alright. um... i uh.. i guess ill see you then?

[unusually long pause]

so um. i uh,,, um. s. so do i just like... go now?

[she isn't very good at ending conversations]

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definitelyhumanpassenger

Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.

And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.

And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.

Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.

There's one thing you can't help but notice.

The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.

The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.

ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?

[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]

monarch-squadron

"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."

definitelyhumanpassenger

um... i think the rain is nice....

[she follows, still very suspicious]

monarch-squadron

Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.

"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."

definitelyhumanpassenger

sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]

...cause? what do you mean?

[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]

monarch-squadron

"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."

"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."

definitelyhumanpassenger

y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...

[she seems taken completely off-guard]

can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?

monarch-squadron

"Do not fear- we would rather be raised at the gallows than have their blood-drenched hands as our puppeteer. We can offer safety and security from them, a place where none can find you save those you choose to trust, if that is what you seek."

definitelyhumanpassenger

thats a bit. uh. intense. but um. i, uh... w. uhm. i guess i could try... helping i mean. like with the plan. helping you with the... [she realizes that she's starting to ramble a bit and trails off] what do you need me to do?

definitelyhumanpassenger

Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.

And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.

And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.

Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.

There's one thing you can't help but notice.

The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.

The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.

ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?

[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]

monarch-squadron

"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."

definitelyhumanpassenger

um... i think the rain is nice....

[she follows, still very suspicious]

monarch-squadron

Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.

"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."

definitelyhumanpassenger

sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]

...cause? what do you mean?

[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]

monarch-squadron

"I will not mince words- we have not the time. You have heard of GoodBus Incorporated, correct? I am sure you are familiar with their works, they permeate every acre of this world- and they would seek to weed out all those who could oppose them, and dissect anything that could be useful to them. My employer has deemed it time to do something about their tyranny. For that reason, she has chosen to assemble a task force of selected individuals to carry out the plan, a list both you and your mask-peddling compatriot were high on."

"Oh, and there's no need to be sorry. In fact, my employer is glad you appeared- your presence may prove invaluable. Ah, but I have rambled on too long- your thoughts on this most crucial of matters would very much be appreciated."

definitelyhumanpassenger

y- what? so youre... youre not with them? good bus, i mean...

[she seems taken completely off-guard]

can... sorry for asking. but, um, if i go along with this... do you. do you have somewhere i could maybe... uh... stay? somewhere safe? ...where they won't know im there?

definitelyhumanpassenger

Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.

And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.

And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.

Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.

There's one thing you can't help but notice.

The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.

The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.

ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?

[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]

monarch-squadron

"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."

definitelyhumanpassenger

um... i think the rain is nice....

[she follows, still very suspicious]

monarch-squadron

Seeing the suspicion in the passenger's eyes, he stops under a nearby awning, making sure his back is against the wall.

"Ah, that's better. Now, onto business. To put it simply, after your intrusion upon confidential matters involving one of my colleagues, you have stumbled into the gaze of my employer, who believed you may be of use to our cause."

definitelyhumanpassenger

sorry.. i didnt mean to, i was just.. i.. um... [she catches herself]

...cause? what do you mean?

[she loosens up a small bit, but not very much]

definitelyhumanpassenger

Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.

And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.

And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.

Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.

There's one thing you can't help but notice.

The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.

The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.

ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?

[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]

monarch-squadron

"You may call me Count. It is a pleasure to meet you, but I must request we find more stable shelter from the rain before we continue, I cannot focus with that incessant pitter patter rattling around my ears."

definitelyhumanpassenger

um... i think the rain is nice....

[she follows, still very suspicious]

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Your day is going along as usual. The bus pulls into your stop, and you get up to exit the bus.

And then something odd happens, as rain never forecasted quickly starts to pour down. An umbrella provides ample shelter, yet the sky is now dark, and the rain pounds down around you, puddles in the brick pavement reflecting the neon glow of the city.

And as the rain shades all under what shelter they can find, a figure walks up to you, seemingly impervious to the rain but still seeking solace.

Apologies, madam, but may I share your umbrella? We have something we must speak about.

There's one thing you can't help but notice.

The pin on his lapel bears the same emblem as one of the patches on the jacket of that flame-haired girl you saw with Masky earlier.

The emblem of a crown, of a Monarch.

ohh um... hi.. uh yeah... sorry... um... also what. who are you? what is it you want to speak about...?

[she seems wary and a bit stand-off-ish, but in a more cautious than agressive way]

hellobestfriend can yew turn on anon so i can buslot at you . if that would be acceptable yes thabkyew

(ooc) omg im so sorry hold on let me figure out how to do that

mask-sellingpassenger

[The bus you're on stops. Odd, there is no stop here. As you look out the window, you can see that a red bus has pulled over next to it, and someone from it has stepped onto the bus. Her flight jacket bears a phoenix wing on its shoulder. After a moment of talking with the driver, she walks over to you.]

Hello there, Masky. Mind if I take a seat? We have some things to discuss.

》 Uh... hi ta' you too.

[With an air of suspicion, she fwips her usual mask onta' her face, before facing you, and continuing,]

》 Sure, I suppose. ...Who, exactly, am I talking to..?

monarch-squadron

Call me Blaze. [She sits down next to Masky, and the bus gets going again.]

You're quite talented, y'know that? Some have taken notice, including the Adder's Head themself. They have seen fit to request your assistance in critical matters.

mask-sellingpassenger

》 Blaze, huh... I beg your pardon, I'm hardly the type folks ask help of. I'm merely a merchant, after all.

》 Not that I'm unwilling entirely, however. I don't know who you or that 'Adder's Head' may be, but if I'm really the one you're after, what kind of critical matters...?

monarch-squadron

Believe me, I wasn't entirely sure myself at first. Still, the Viper believes you could be of great assistance. As for the matter of what we are requesting your help in, I'd say we should discuss that somewhere slightly more private. The rumors have more than enough fuel already. [They pull an odd looking object out of their pocket, slim and rectangular. Its surface is a magenta-purple, covered in precise engravings.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》... Sure. Whatdd'ya have..?

monarch-squadron

Ah, don't worry about it. Frankly, I forgot what Viper called it, yamato breacher or somethin' pretentious like that. [She flips it around, revealing a blade within that swings out, before making two quick incisions in the air. You can see what looks like air warping from heat, before it splits the air itself and a dark void appears, bordered with the same pink-purple as the knife. They hold out a hand, and any conversation in the bus that had continued after the mention of the Adder's Head fell silent.] Shall we?

mask-sellingpassenger

》... A rift, eh... (can't just go around the side of the bus, like any normal person..?)

[With a hesitant nod, she follows her in, however. Can't say this is too out of the ordinary.]

》So. What exactly did you need my help for, of all things? -and don't even think about pulling anythin'.

monarch-squadron

To put it quite simply, you are going to assist in a plan to tear down GBI itself, a direct strike at their main fortress: the Colossbus.

mask-sellingpassenger

》... GBI. that's the... less than reputable, 'bus company' around, right..? I'd hardly want to get involved in that bunch. (... but I don't truly have much better to do, do I now.)

》...Tell you what, I'll consider it. What exactly are we talking here, and how would I be of any use to you..?

monarch-squadron

...Less than reputable is a slight understatement. Still, I understand your hesitation to involve yourself in affairs regarding them. As for the matter of what we are actually doing here, I don't know a lot on that front. All I know is, this is the big finale.

We're putting it all on the line, but if Viper thinks it's worth it, I trust that decision. For all their faults, they are not one to make rash decisions.

mask-sellingpassenger

》Hm... I understand that, yeah.

》Well, alright. ... If we're going to be working together, how about I show you some of my wares? I sell... well, masks. Sometimes, they have curious effects. Hard ta' tell which ones without firsthand confirmation, but some of them may be able to help in your siege. (-and I don't run em' for very much.)

monarch-squadron

Sure! What's in stock?

mask-sellingpassenger

[She pulls her hefty back over her shoulder, and onto the ground. After scrounging around, she pulls a armfull of assorted masks out to display. One carved like a curious leaf, one a meld of many shards of metal, one a simple masquerade mask embellished by stark white feathers, and... so on.]

》... Anything strike your fancy...?

monarch-squadron

[She inspects all of the masks, before picking one out, twirling it between her fingers, the masquerade mask. Large, angelic wings span out from either side, curving inwards.]

This one seems neat, could probably paint it to match my livery. Any 'curious effects' I should know about, or?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Sorry, I don't know. I don't make 'em. Though, often, you can get a vague idea from the looks, take that how you will. Who knows, probably does nothin' at all.

》...so, what'dya say..?

monarch-squadron

[She takes a moment to inspect it once more, before replying.]

From the looks, this thing'll just give me wings. Not like I need 'em, considering I'm a pilot, but it does look nice. Sure, what'll it cost?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Gotcha. Well, I run em for five bucks each, so.. if ye will?

[They make the exchange, simple enough. The mask feels... well, not quite unusual.]

monarch-squadron

Pleasure doin' business with ya'. That being said, we should probably get back to the matter at hand.

[She pulls a handheld radio out of her pocket, tossing it to Masky.]

Dial into 95.3 and wait, we'll call with instructions on how to reach us when the time comes. For now, just head on back and, if you would be so kind, keep your mouth shut about this whole deal. We don't need more rumors spreading.

definitelyhumanpassenger

["ginny" speaks up from behind, where she was just kinda awkward following masky without saying anything. she looks concerned and confused and kind of guilty realizing maybe she wasnt supposed to be following]

wait. was i not supposed to be watching this. uhmhnh uhhhhh sorry... also whats going on

monarch-squadron

...Hello there. May I ask your name?

[Despite her seemingly friendly demeanor, Blaze slowly reaches down for the concealed cosmic blade at her hip.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Oh, right, uh... this is.. what was it, Ginny, right...? We're travelling together, for the time being. Is.. there a problem...?

definitelyhumanpassenger

[ginny breathes an audible sigh of relief, as though she did not have an answer prepared to the question of her name.]

ahahug gbgh yeah were travelling together. were bestys. [thumbs up] best friends yeah woo also were you saying something about gbi? as in like. good bus incorporation? that one?

[she sounds quite nervous]

monarch-squadron

[She sighs, before taking in a deep breath.]

All actions here are strictly confidential, and of no relevance to those not involved. Rest assured, you would bear no interest in the proceedings here, it is a simple business deal and nothing more. Return to where you were at once, and do not attempt further intrusion on confidential operations.

You should go with her, Masky. Our deal is done, and I must be heading away as well. May we meet again soon.

mask-sellingpassenger

》'gotcha. I'll be waiting.

》- Well, Ginny, lets go?

definitelyhumanpassenger

aihgh ok! sorry. um. see you later. haha. ha.

[ginny and masky head back through the rift. the moment it closes, ginny turns towards masky]

ok sorry i know this isnt my business. but like. are you. going TO gbi? like youre going towards it? to where they are? like gbi as in good bus inc?

[she sounds very, incredibly concerned]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Right now...? Nope. I've merely been recruited for a job involving 'em. Until I hear back from that party, we're simply cruising wherever the wind, or... bus, takes us.

[Masky walks back down the aisle through the bus. This one's relatively tame, ain't that new. In some empty row, she takes a seat, her face still hidden behind her strange mask.]

》But, well, either way. That company, you know somethin' about it, dontcha, kid.

definitelyhumanpassenger

uhh. i mean i guess i know a bit...

[ginny turns so that her back is facing directly away from masky, and she holds her legs unusually and seemingly uncomfortably close together, to close any gap between them. she casts a few cautious looks behind her, trying to make it not obvious (she does a bad job of this) and starts to slowly sidle towards the front of the bus, not taking a seat.]

umm. what kind of involvement are you talking about? are you... did they... um... [she begins to panic, though she tries her best to hide it] is... is there. someone. in particular youre... looking- wanting to... uh... talk to? um. not that i like. uh. know anything about. anyone. haha. but like. uhhh. i um.... [she trails off]

mask-sellingpassenger

》 I see what's going on here. Don't... get ahead of yourself.

Thing is, I don't quite know much about those guys, but what I do know, is that they're after people like me. -and, I'll wager, people like you.

》I've, actually, been recruited in a job against those guys, some bunch is trying to take 'em down, and.. for some reason, wanted me. Though it doesn't quite involve you, I~f you'd be willing, any knowledge could prove useful.

definitelyhumanpassenger

so... youre... youre not working for them? oh.. sorry [she loosens up a bit] um. i uhh. i mean i guess there is a bit that i do know but...

[she sits down and just closes her eyes a bit, trying to collect herself again.]

ssorry. um. i. i dont really know how much is safe to share. i. i dont know. im just lost right now... [she pauses, as if about to say something, but decides against it.] is... there anything in particular you want? i might know... something. maybe.

mask-sellingpassenger

》... I dunno, kid... maybe a quick rundown..? that would be fine by me, simply knowing what we're up against.

[》... and, are you, uh... alright?]

definitelyhumanpassenger

well... um... i... i guess i know how to get around inside... kinda... and i might know a way in unless they fixed it since i es- used it last. [she pauses] i... it would be bad if they found out where i was. we'll... be like. secret. right? [she conveniently seems not to hear the question about how she is]

mask-sellingpassenger

[The bus you're on stops. Odd, there is no stop here. As you look out the window, you can see that a red bus has pulled over next to it, and someone from it has stepped onto the bus. Her flight jacket bears a phoenix wing on its shoulder. After a moment of talking with the driver, she walks over to you.]

Hello there, Masky. Mind if I take a seat? We have some things to discuss.

》 Uh... hi ta' you too.

[With an air of suspicion, she fwips her usual mask onta' her face, before facing you, and continuing,]

》 Sure, I suppose. ...Who, exactly, am I talking to..?

monarch-squadron

Call me Blaze. [She sits down next to Masky, and the bus gets going again.]

You're quite talented, y'know that? Some have taken notice, including the Adder's Head themself. They have seen fit to request your assistance in critical matters.

mask-sellingpassenger

》 Blaze, huh... I beg your pardon, I'm hardly the type folks ask help of. I'm merely a merchant, after all.

》 Not that I'm unwilling entirely, however. I don't know who you or that 'Adder's Head' may be, but if I'm really the one you're after, what kind of critical matters...?

monarch-squadron

Believe me, I wasn't entirely sure myself at first. Still, the Viper believes you could be of great assistance. As for the matter of what we are requesting your help in, I'd say we should discuss that somewhere slightly more private. The rumors have more than enough fuel already. [They pull an odd looking object out of their pocket, slim and rectangular. Its surface is a magenta-purple, covered in precise engravings.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》... Sure. Whatdd'ya have..?

monarch-squadron

Ah, don't worry about it. Frankly, I forgot what Viper called it, yamato breacher or somethin' pretentious like that. [She flips it around, revealing a blade within that swings out, before making two quick incisions in the air. You can see what looks like air warping from heat, before it splits the air itself and a dark void appears, bordered with the same pink-purple as the knife. They hold out a hand, and any conversation in the bus that had continued after the mention of the Adder's Head fell silent.] Shall we?

mask-sellingpassenger

》... A rift, eh... (can't just go around the side of the bus, like any normal person..?)

[With a hesitant nod, she follows her in, however. Can't say this is too out of the ordinary.]

》So. What exactly did you need my help for, of all things? -and don't even think about pulling anythin'.

monarch-squadron

To put it quite simply, you are going to assist in a plan to tear down GBI itself, a direct strike at their main fortress: the Colossbus.

mask-sellingpassenger

》... GBI. that's the... less than reputable, 'bus company' around, right..? I'd hardly want to get involved in that bunch. (... but I don't truly have much better to do, do I now.)

》...Tell you what, I'll consider it. What exactly are we talking here, and how would I be of any use to you..?

monarch-squadron

...Less than reputable is a slight understatement. Still, I understand your hesitation to involve yourself in affairs regarding them. As for the matter of what we are actually doing here, I don't know a lot on that front. All I know is, this is the big finale.

We're putting it all on the line, but if Viper thinks it's worth it, I trust that decision. For all their faults, they are not one to make rash decisions.

mask-sellingpassenger

》Hm... I understand that, yeah.

》Well, alright. ... If we're going to be working together, how about I show you some of my wares? I sell... well, masks. Sometimes, they have curious effects. Hard ta' tell which ones without firsthand confirmation, but some of them may be able to help in your siege. (-and I don't run em' for very much.)

monarch-squadron

Sure! What's in stock?

mask-sellingpassenger

[She pulls her hefty back over her shoulder, and onto the ground. After scrounging around, she pulls a armfull of assorted masks out to display. One carved like a curious leaf, one a meld of many shards of metal, one a simple masquerade mask embellished by stark white feathers, and... so on.]

》... Anything strike your fancy...?

monarch-squadron

[She inspects all of the masks, before picking one out, twirling it between her fingers, the masquerade mask. Large, angelic wings span out from either side, curving inwards.]

This one seems neat, could probably paint it to match my livery. Any 'curious effects' I should know about, or?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Sorry, I don't know. I don't make 'em. Though, often, you can get a vague idea from the looks, take that how you will. Who knows, probably does nothin' at all.

》...so, what'dya say..?

monarch-squadron

[She takes a moment to inspect it once more, before replying.]

From the looks, this thing'll just give me wings. Not like I need 'em, considering I'm a pilot, but it does look nice. Sure, what'll it cost?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Gotcha. Well, I run em for five bucks each, so.. if ye will?

[They make the exchange, simple enough. The mask feels... well, not quite unusual.]

monarch-squadron

Pleasure doin' business with ya'. That being said, we should probably get back to the matter at hand.

[She pulls a handheld radio out of her pocket, tossing it to Masky.]

Dial into 95.3 and wait, we'll call with instructions on how to reach us when the time comes. For now, just head on back and, if you would be so kind, keep your mouth shut about this whole deal. We don't need more rumors spreading.

definitelyhumanpassenger

["ginny" speaks up from behind, where she was just kinda awkward following masky without saying anything. she looks concerned and confused and kind of guilty realizing maybe she wasnt supposed to be following]

wait. was i not supposed to be watching this. uhmhnh uhhhhh sorry... also whats going on

monarch-squadron

...Hello there. May I ask your name?

[Despite her seemingly friendly demeanor, Blaze slowly reaches down for the concealed cosmic blade at her hip.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Oh, right, uh... this is.. what was it, Ginny, right...? We're travelling together, for the time being. Is.. there a problem...?

definitelyhumanpassenger

[ginny breathes an audible sigh of relief, as though she did not have an answer prepared to the question of her name.]

ahahug gbgh yeah were travelling together. were bestys. [thumbs up] best friends yeah woo also were you saying something about gbi? as in like. good bus incorporation? that one?

[she sounds quite nervous]

monarch-squadron

[She sighs, before taking in a deep breath.]

All actions here are strictly confidential, and of no relevance to those not involved. Rest assured, you would bear no interest in the proceedings here, it is a simple business deal and nothing more. Return to where you were at once, and do not attempt further intrusion on confidential operations.

You should go with her, Masky. Our deal is done, and I must be heading away as well. May we meet again soon.

mask-sellingpassenger

》'gotcha. I'll be waiting.

》- Well, Ginny, lets go?

definitelyhumanpassenger

aihgh ok! sorry. um. see you later. haha. ha.

[ginny and masky head back through the rift. the moment it closes, ginny turns towards masky]

ok sorry i know this isnt my business. but like. are you. going TO gbi? like youre going towards it? to where they are? like gbi as in good bus inc?

[she sounds very, incredibly concerned]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Right now...? Nope. I've merely been recruited for a job involving 'em. Until I hear back from that party, we're simply cruising wherever the wind, or... bus, takes us.

[Masky walks back down the aisle through the bus. This one's relatively tame, ain't that new. In some empty row, she takes a seat, her face still hidden behind her strange mask.]

》But, well, either way. That company, you know somethin' about it, dontcha, kid.

definitelyhumanpassenger

uhh. i mean i guess i know a bit...

[ginny turns so that her back is facing directly away from masky, and she holds her legs unusually and seemingly uncomfortably close together, to close any gap between them. she casts a few cautious looks behind her, trying to make it not obvious (she does a bad job of this) and starts to slowly sidle towards the front of the bus, not taking a seat.]

umm. what kind of involvement are you talking about? are you... did they... um... [she begins to panic, though she tries her best to hide it] is... is there. someone. in particular youre... looking- wanting to... uh... talk to? um. not that i like. uh. know anything about. anyone. haha. but like. uhhh. i um.... [she trails off]

mask-sellingpassenger

》 I see what's going on here. Don't... get ahead of yourself.

Thing is, I don't quite know much about those guys, but what I do know, is that they're after people like me. -and, I'll wager, people like you.

》I've, actually, been recruited in a job against those guys, some bunch is trying to take 'em down, and.. for some reason, wanted me. Though it doesn't quite involve you, I~f you'd be willing, any knowledge could prove useful.

definitelyhumanpassenger

so... youre... youre not working for them? oh.. sorry [she loosens up a bit] um. i uhh. i mean i guess there is a bit that i do know but...

[she sits down and just closes her eyes a bit, trying to collect herself again.]

ssorry. um. i. i dont really know how much is safe to share. i. i dont know. im just lost right now... [she pauses, as if about to say something, but decides against it.] is... there anything in particular you want? i might know... something. maybe.

#hehehe. she has secrets. yippee...

mask-sellingpassenger

[The bus you're on stops. Odd, there is no stop here. As you look out the window, you can see that a red bus has pulled over next to it, and someone from it has stepped onto the bus. Her flight jacket bears a phoenix wing on its shoulder. After a moment of talking with the driver, she walks over to you.]

Hello there, Masky. Mind if I take a seat? We have some things to discuss.

》 Uh... hi ta' you too.

[With an air of suspicion, she fwips her usual mask onta' her face, before facing you, and continuing,]

》 Sure, I suppose. ...Who, exactly, am I talking to..?

monarch-squadron

Call me Blaze. [She sits down next to Masky, and the bus gets going again.]

You're quite talented, y'know that? Some have taken notice, including the Adder's Head themself. They have seen fit to request your assistance in critical matters.

mask-sellingpassenger

》 Blaze, huh... I beg your pardon, I'm hardly the type folks ask help of. I'm merely a merchant, after all.

》 Not that I'm unwilling entirely, however. I don't know who you or that 'Adder's Head' may be, but if I'm really the one you're after, what kind of critical matters...?

monarch-squadron

Believe me, I wasn't entirely sure myself at first. Still, the Viper believes you could be of great assistance. As for the matter of what we are requesting your help in, I'd say we should discuss that somewhere slightly more private. The rumors have more than enough fuel already. [They pull an odd looking object out of their pocket, slim and rectangular. Its surface is a magenta-purple, covered in precise engravings.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》... Sure. Whatdd'ya have..?

monarch-squadron

Ah, don't worry about it. Frankly, I forgot what Viper called it, yamato breacher or somethin' pretentious like that. [She flips it around, revealing a blade within that swings out, before making two quick incisions in the air. You can see what looks like air warping from heat, before it splits the air itself and a dark void appears, bordered with the same pink-purple as the knife. They hold out a hand, and any conversation in the bus that had continued after the mention of the Adder's Head fell silent.] Shall we?

mask-sellingpassenger

》... A rift, eh... (can't just go around the side of the bus, like any normal person..?)

[With a hesitant nod, she follows her in, however. Can't say this is too out of the ordinary.]

》So. What exactly did you need my help for, of all things? -and don't even think about pulling anythin'.

monarch-squadron

To put it quite simply, you are going to assist in a plan to tear down GBI itself, a direct strike at their main fortress: the Colossbus.

mask-sellingpassenger

》... GBI. that's the... less than reputable, 'bus company' around, right..? I'd hardly want to get involved in that bunch. (... but I don't truly have much better to do, do I now.)

》...Tell you what, I'll consider it. What exactly are we talking here, and how would I be of any use to you..?

monarch-squadron

...Less than reputable is a slight understatement. Still, I understand your hesitation to involve yourself in affairs regarding them. As for the matter of what we are actually doing here, I don't know a lot on that front. All I know is, this is the big finale.

We're putting it all on the line, but if Viper thinks it's worth it, I trust that decision. For all their faults, they are not one to make rash decisions.

mask-sellingpassenger

》Hm... I understand that, yeah.

》Well, alright. ... If we're going to be working together, how about I show you some of my wares? I sell... well, masks. Sometimes, they have curious effects. Hard ta' tell which ones without firsthand confirmation, but some of them may be able to help in your siege. (-and I don't run em' for very much.)

monarch-squadron

Sure! What's in stock?

mask-sellingpassenger

[She pulls her hefty back over her shoulder, and onto the ground. After scrounging around, she pulls a armfull of assorted masks out to display. One carved like a curious leaf, one a meld of many shards of metal, one a simple masquerade mask embellished by stark white feathers, and... so on.]

》... Anything strike your fancy...?

monarch-squadron

[She inspects all of the masks, before picking one out, twirling it between her fingers, the masquerade mask. Large, angelic wings span out from either side, curving inwards.]

This one seems neat, could probably paint it to match my livery. Any 'curious effects' I should know about, or?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Sorry, I don't know. I don't make 'em. Though, often, you can get a vague idea from the looks, take that how you will. Who knows, probably does nothin' at all.

》...so, what'dya say..?

monarch-squadron

[She takes a moment to inspect it once more, before replying.]

From the looks, this thing'll just give me wings. Not like I need 'em, considering I'm a pilot, but it does look nice. Sure, what'll it cost?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Gotcha. Well, I run em for five bucks each, so.. if ye will?

[They make the exchange, simple enough. The mask feels... well, not quite unusual.]

monarch-squadron

Pleasure doin' business with ya'. That being said, we should probably get back to the matter at hand.

[She pulls a handheld radio out of her pocket, tossing it to Masky.]

Dial into 95.3 and wait, we'll call with instructions on how to reach us when the time comes. For now, just head on back and, if you would be so kind, keep your mouth shut about this whole deal. We don't need more rumors spreading.

definitelyhumanpassenger

["ginny" speaks up from behind, where she was just kinda awkward following masky without saying anything. she looks concerned and confused and kind of guilty realizing maybe she wasnt supposed to be following]

wait. was i not supposed to be watching this. uhmhnh uhhhhh sorry... also whats going on

monarch-squadron

...Hello there. May I ask your name?

[Despite her seemingly friendly demeanor, Blaze slowly reaches down for the concealed cosmic blade at her hip.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Oh, right, uh... this is.. what was it, Ginny, right...? We're travelling together, for the time being. Is.. there a problem...?

definitelyhumanpassenger

[ginny breathes an audible sigh of relief, as though she did not have an answer prepared to the question of her name.]

ahahug gbgh yeah were travelling together. were bestys. [thumbs up] best friends yeah woo also were you saying something about gbi? as in like. good bus incorporation? that one?

[she sounds quite nervous]

monarch-squadron

[She sighs, before taking in a deep breath.]

All actions here are strictly confidential, and of no relevance to those not involved. Rest assured, you would bear no interest in the proceedings here, it is a simple business deal and nothing more. Return to where you were at once, and do not attempt further intrusion on confidential operations.

You should go with her, Masky. Our deal is done, and I must be heading away as well. May we meet again soon.

mask-sellingpassenger

》'gotcha. I'll be waiting.

》- Well, Ginny, lets go?

definitelyhumanpassenger

aihgh ok! sorry. um. see you later. haha. ha.

[ginny and masky head back through the rift. the moment it closes, ginny turns towards masky]

ok sorry i know this isnt my business. but like. are you. going TO gbi? like youre going towards it? to where they are? like gbi as in good bus inc?

[she sounds very, incredibly concerned]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Right now...? Nope. I've merely been recruited for a job involving 'em. Until I hear back from that party, we're simply cruising wherever the wind, or... bus, takes us.

[Masky walks back down the aisle through the bus. This one's relatively tame, ain't that new. In some empty row, she takes a seat, her face still hidden behind her strange mask.]

》But, well, either way. That company, you know somethin' about it, dontcha, kid.

definitelyhumanpassenger

uhh. i mean i guess i know a bit...

[ginny turns so that her back is facing directly away from masky, and she holds her legs unusually and seemingly uncomfortably close together, to close any gap between them. she casts a few cautious looks behind her, trying to make it not obvious (she does a bad job of this) and starts to slowly sidle towards the front of the bus, not taking a seat.]

umm. what kind of involvement are you talking about? are you... did they... um... [she begins to panic, though she tries her best to hide it] is... is there. someone. in particular youre... looking- wanting to... uh... talk to? um. not that i like. uh. know anything about. anyone. haha. but like. uhhh. i um.... [she trails off]

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mask-sellingpassenger

[The bus you're on stops. Odd, there is no stop here. As you look out the window, you can see that a red bus has pulled over next to it, and someone from it has stepped onto the bus. Her flight jacket bears a phoenix wing on its shoulder. After a moment of talking with the driver, she walks over to you.]

Hello there, Masky. Mind if I take a seat? We have some things to discuss.

》 Uh... hi ta' you too.

[With an air of suspicion, she fwips her usual mask onta' her face, before facing you, and continuing,]

》 Sure, I suppose. ...Who, exactly, am I talking to..?

monarch-squadron

Call me Blaze. [She sits down next to Masky, and the bus gets going again.]

You're quite talented, y'know that? Some have taken notice, including the Adder's Head themself. They have seen fit to request your assistance in critical matters.

mask-sellingpassenger

》 Blaze, huh... I beg your pardon, I'm hardly the type folks ask help of. I'm merely a merchant, after all.

》 Not that I'm unwilling entirely, however. I don't know who you or that 'Adder's Head' may be, but if I'm really the one you're after, what kind of critical matters...?

monarch-squadron

Believe me, I wasn't entirely sure myself at first. Still, the Viper believes you could be of great assistance. As for the matter of what we are requesting your help in, I'd say we should discuss that somewhere slightly more private. The rumors have more than enough fuel already. [They pull an odd looking object out of their pocket, slim and rectangular. Its surface is a magenta-purple, covered in precise engravings.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》... Sure. Whatdd'ya have..?

monarch-squadron

Ah, don't worry about it. Frankly, I forgot what Viper called it, yamato breacher or somethin' pretentious like that. [She flips it around, revealing a blade within that swings out, before making two quick incisions in the air. You can see what looks like air warping from heat, before it splits the air itself and a dark void appears, bordered with the same pink-purple as the knife. They hold out a hand, and any conversation in the bus that had continued after the mention of the Adder's Head fell silent.] Shall we?

mask-sellingpassenger

》... A rift, eh... (can't just go around the side of the bus, like any normal person..?)

[With a hesitant nod, she follows her in, however. Can't say this is too out of the ordinary.]

》So. What exactly did you need my help for, of all things? -and don't even think about pulling anythin'.

monarch-squadron

To put it quite simply, you are going to assist in a plan to tear down GBI itself, a direct strike at their main fortress: the Colossbus.

mask-sellingpassenger

》... GBI. that's the... less than reputable, 'bus company' around, right..? I'd hardly want to get involved in that bunch. (... but I don't truly have much better to do, do I now.)

》...Tell you what, I'll consider it. What exactly are we talking here, and how would I be of any use to you..?

monarch-squadron

...Less than reputable is a slight understatement. Still, I understand your hesitation to involve yourself in affairs regarding them. As for the matter of what we are actually doing here, I don't know a lot on that front. All I know is, this is the big finale.

We're putting it all on the line, but if Viper thinks it's worth it, I trust that decision. For all their faults, they are not one to make rash decisions.

mask-sellingpassenger

》Hm... I understand that, yeah.

》Well, alright. ... If we're going to be working together, how about I show you some of my wares? I sell... well, masks. Sometimes, they have curious effects. Hard ta' tell which ones without firsthand confirmation, but some of them may be able to help in your siege. (-and I don't run em' for very much.)

monarch-squadron

Sure! What's in stock?

mask-sellingpassenger

[She pulls her hefty back over her shoulder, and onto the ground. After scrounging around, she pulls a armfull of assorted masks out to display. One carved like a curious leaf, one a meld of many shards of metal, one a simple masquerade mask embellished by stark white feathers, and... so on.]

》... Anything strike your fancy...?

monarch-squadron

[She inspects all of the masks, before picking one out, twirling it between her fingers, the masquerade mask. Large, angelic wings span out from either side, curving inwards.]

This one seems neat, could probably paint it to match my livery. Any 'curious effects' I should know about, or?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Sorry, I don't know. I don't make 'em. Though, often, you can get a vague idea from the looks, take that how you will. Who knows, probably does nothin' at all.

》...so, what'dya say..?

monarch-squadron

[She takes a moment to inspect it once more, before replying.]

From the looks, this thing'll just give me wings. Not like I need 'em, considering I'm a pilot, but it does look nice. Sure, what'll it cost?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Gotcha. Well, I run em for five bucks each, so.. if ye will?

[They make the exchange, simple enough. The mask feels... well, not quite unusual.]

monarch-squadron

Pleasure doin' business with ya'. That being said, we should probably get back to the matter at hand.

[She pulls a handheld radio out of her pocket, tossing it to Masky.]

Dial into 95.3 and wait, we'll call with instructions on how to reach us when the time comes. For now, just head on back and, if you would be so kind, keep your mouth shut about this whole deal. We don't need more rumors spreading.

definitelyhumanpassenger

["ginny" speaks up from behind, where she was just kinda awkward following masky without saying anything. she looks concerned and confused and kind of guilty realizing maybe she wasnt supposed to be following]

wait. was i not supposed to be watching this. uhmhnh uhhhhh sorry... also whats going on

monarch-squadron

...Hello there. May I ask your name?

[Despite her seemingly friendly demeanor, Blaze slowly reaches down for the concealed cosmic blade at her hip.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Oh, right, uh... this is.. what was it, Ginny, right...? We're travelling together, for the time being. Is.. there a problem...?

definitelyhumanpassenger

[ginny breathes an audible sigh of relief, as though she did not have an answer prepared to the question of her name.]

ahahug gbgh yeah were travelling together. were bestys. [thumbs up] best friends yeah woo also were you saying something about gbi? as in like. good bus incorporation? that one?

[she sounds quite nervous]

monarch-squadron

[She sighs, before taking in a deep breath.]

All actions here are strictly confidential, and of no relevance to those not involved. Rest assured, you would bear no interest in the proceedings here, it is a simple business deal and nothing more. Return to where you were at once, and do not attempt further intrusion on confidential operations.

You should go with her, Masky. Our deal is done, and I must be heading away as well. May we meet again soon.

mask-sellingpassenger

》'gotcha. I'll be waiting.

》- Well, Ginny, lets go?

definitelyhumanpassenger

aihgh ok! sorry. um. see you later. haha. ha.

[ginny and masky head back through the rift. the moment it closes, ginny turns towards masky]

ok sorry i know this isnt my business. but like. are you. going TO gbi? like youre going towards it? to where they are? like gbi as in good bus inc?

[she sounds very, incredibly concerned]

#if im doing this wrong tell me im kinda no tt the smartet

mask-sellingpassenger

[The bus you're on stops. Odd, there is no stop here. As you look out the window, you can see that a red bus has pulled over next to it, and someone from it has stepped onto the bus. Her flight jacket bears a phoenix wing on its shoulder. After a moment of talking with the driver, she walks over to you.]

Hello there, Masky. Mind if I take a seat? We have some things to discuss.

》 Uh... hi ta' you too.

[With an air of suspicion, she fwips her usual mask onta' her face, before facing you, and continuing,]

》 Sure, I suppose. ...Who, exactly, am I talking to..?

monarch-squadron

Call me Blaze. [She sits down next to Masky, and the bus gets going again.]

You're quite talented, y'know that? Some have taken notice, including the Adder's Head themself. They have seen fit to request your assistance in critical matters.

mask-sellingpassenger

》 Blaze, huh... I beg your pardon, I'm hardly the type folks ask help of. I'm merely a merchant, after all.

》 Not that I'm unwilling entirely, however. I don't know who you or that 'Adder's Head' may be, but if I'm really the one you're after, what kind of critical matters...?

monarch-squadron

Believe me, I wasn't entirely sure myself at first. Still, the Viper believes you could be of great assistance. As for the matter of what we are requesting your help in, I'd say we should discuss that somewhere slightly more private. The rumors have more than enough fuel already. [They pull an odd looking object out of their pocket, slim and rectangular. Its surface is a magenta-purple, covered in precise engravings.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》... Sure. Whatdd'ya have..?

monarch-squadron

Ah, don't worry about it. Frankly, I forgot what Viper called it, yamato breacher or somethin' pretentious like that. [She flips it around, revealing a blade within that swings out, before making two quick incisions in the air. You can see what looks like air warping from heat, before it splits the air itself and a dark void appears, bordered with the same pink-purple as the knife. They hold out a hand, and any conversation in the bus that had continued after the mention of the Adder's Head fell silent.] Shall we?

mask-sellingpassenger

》... A rift, eh... (can't just go around the side of the bus, like any normal person..?)

[With a hesitant nod, she follows her in, however. Can't say this is too out of the ordinary.]

》So. What exactly did you need my help for, of all things? -and don't even think about pulling anythin'.

monarch-squadron

To put it quite simply, you are going to assist in a plan to tear down GBI itself, a direct strike at their main fortress: the Colossbus.

mask-sellingpassenger

》... GBI. that's the... less than reputable, 'bus company' around, right..? I'd hardly want to get involved in that bunch. (... but I don't truly have much better to do, do I now.)

》...Tell you what, I'll consider it. What exactly are we talking here, and how would I be of any use to you..?

monarch-squadron

...Less than reputable is a slight understatement. Still, I understand your hesitation to involve yourself in affairs regarding them. As for the matter of what we are actually doing here, I don't know a lot on that front. All I know is, this is the big finale.

We're putting it all on the line, but if Viper thinks it's worth it, I trust that decision. For all their faults, they are not one to make rash decisions.

mask-sellingpassenger

》Hm... I understand that, yeah.

》Well, alright. ... If we're going to be working together, how about I show you some of my wares? I sell... well, masks. Sometimes, they have curious effects. Hard ta' tell which ones without firsthand confirmation, but some of them may be able to help in your siege. (-and I don't run em' for very much.)

monarch-squadron

Sure! What's in stock?

mask-sellingpassenger

[She pulls her hefty back over her shoulder, and onto the ground. After scrounging around, she pulls a armfull of assorted masks out to display. One carved like a curious leaf, one a meld of many shards of metal, one a simple masquerade mask embellished by stark white feathers, and... so on.]

》... Anything strike your fancy...?

monarch-squadron

[She inspects all of the masks, before picking one out, twirling it between her fingers, the masquerade mask. Large, angelic wings span out from either side, curving inwards.]

This one seems neat, could probably paint it to match my livery. Any 'curious effects' I should know about, or?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Sorry, I don't know. I don't make 'em. Though, often, you can get a vague idea from the looks, take that how you will. Who knows, probably does nothin' at all.

》...so, what'dya say..?

monarch-squadron

[She takes a moment to inspect it once more, before replying.]

From the looks, this thing'll just give me wings. Not like I need 'em, considering I'm a pilot, but it does look nice. Sure, what'll it cost?

mask-sellingpassenger

》Gotcha. Well, I run em for five bucks each, so.. if ye will?

[They make the exchange, simple enough. The mask feels... well, not quite unusual.]

monarch-squadron

Pleasure doin' business with ya'. That being said, we should probably get back to the matter at hand.

[She pulls a handheld radio out of her pocket, tossing it to Masky.]

Dial into 95.3 and wait, we'll call with instructions on how to reach us when the time comes. For now, just head on back and, if you would be so kind, keep your mouth shut about this whole deal. We don't need more rumors spreading.

definitelyhumanpassenger

["ginny" speaks up from behind, where she was just kinda awkward following masky without saying anything. she looks concerned and confused and kind of guilty realizing maybe she wasnt supposed to be following]

wait. was i not supposed to be watching this. uhmhnh uhhhhh sorry... also whats going on

monarch-squadron

...Hello there. May I ask your name?

[Despite her seemingly friendly demeanor, Blaze slowly reaches down for the concealed cosmic blade at her hip.]

mask-sellingpassenger

》Oh, right, uh... this is.. what was it, Ginny, right...? We're travelling together, for the time being. Is.. there a problem...?

definitelyhumanpassenger

[ginny breathes an audible sigh of relief, as though she did not have an answer prepared to the question of her name.]

ahahug gbgh yeah were travelling together. were bestys. [thumbs up] best friends yeah woo also were you saying something about gbi? as in like. good bus incorporation? that one?

[she sounds quite nervous]

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