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silph_co2020-02-20 01:35 pm
conniemaheswaran) wrote in silph_co2020-02-20 01:35 pm
Pewter Heist Discussion - video (2/24)
[Connie had scheduled a video conference with the rest of the heist team a few hours ago, to "go over details" and "double-check something." As vague as all of that was. She's the last to come online just a minute after everybody else has arrived, and-]
[When the video feed clicks on, Connie's unconscious, bloody, and bruised body is slumped against her chair, while some thing casually reclines on it inspecting her painted black nails. She has cyan skin and some kind of custom Rocket uniform with golden highlights, long, billowy sleeves, and bell-bottom pants. Her hair is straight and white with a golden skunk streak, hanging down almost to her waist while the bangs completely obscure her eyes. Two thick gold lines arranged in a geometrical lightning bolt shape run up from her chin to where her eyes would be, and her smirk is downright devilish.]
Oh, hello dears♡ Sorry if you were expecting little Con-Con down there, I'm afraid that she's a tad... late.
[The stranger's voice is deep and velvety with a hint of an inhuman growl in the bass, and- wait, is Connie's chest not moving? It's definitely not moving. She laughs at her own pun, raising the back of her hand to her cheek and releasing a perfect]
OHOHOHOHOHOHO!
[Her bangs fly back, revealing eyes with pure black sclera and irises the color as her skin.]
[Abruptly, the dignity laugh fades and transitions into a genuine and familiar giggle, full of snorts and wheezes. "Connie's" body on the floor gets up, joining in with inhuman yips as the real Connie's posture makes the almost-imperceptible switch from "arrogant, almost hubristic" to "regular confident."]
Oh my stars, you should've seen the look on you guys's faces! They were priceless.
[Connie clears her throat as the illusion fades, revealing that her "unconscious body" was in fact a Zorua projecting an illusion.]
So, two things. One: I got my disguise on lock. As you can already tell. Thanks for the tips, Carly! Two: meet the first member of my Rocket Infiltration Team, Arsène. [Connie raises her hand, and the Zorua slaps it with his tail.] His illusions still need work, [DO THEY?!] but with a little practice Arsène should be a huge help in missions.
I just wanted to give you guys a demonstration before we moved on with the heist planning so you wouldn't be surprised.
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[Steve looks pallid behind the black marks smeared on his face. Does he think this is like a football game? Who knows. Either way, he looks traumatised. The Swampert hulking behind him, meanwhile, is rolling his eyes.]
Why would you do that? We're robbing a museum. Not... not whatever you think we'd need a body for.
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He could be a bigger, scarier Pokémon. Or a weapon.
[Or, you know, alive Connie, but he's fixated on scary things for now.]
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[somebody please get this child away from dirk strider,]
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[As if Steve hasn't done worse for a laugh. Or isn't part of a crime organization. There's absolutely no self-awareness with this one, folks.]