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"Y'all wanna meet my friends that bad, huh?" Facilier asked, all while that same confident smirk remained on his face for you all to see. He would only laugh as multiple people continued to threaten him and beg for him to get on with whatever it was he was planning. Smiling still, he closed his eyes and rose his hands in a calming manner. "Alright, alright, well, since you're insistin' so bad..." With that, his head shot up and his eyes peered behind all of you. Before any of you could have a chance to see what he was looking at, a gunshot rang out, and Sage had been shot right in the shoulder! The wound itself rapidly began to fill with sand for whatever reason, as if it was being sealed up and treated in a weird way. From the shadows of the direction of the gunshot itself, emerged a man who sort of looked like Arthur and Micah.
"This here's my friend Erron Black. Don't mind the cold stare and the guns, though. He's just gonna keep y'all in check in case y'all try anything rash." He said, before tilting his head upwards to look at the man in question. "Ain't that right, Erron?" He'd ask. The man only grunted in response. Facilier laughed, not seeming to mind the man's lack of a response, before leaning back in his chair a bit. "My other friends are gettin' your other friends and bringin' 'em over here, so they may be a bit..." He'd explain.
There was this creature, this pink fray like creature who reminded him of a few...select creatures that he allied himself with back at gravity falls. Besides calling himself a theaf of some sort, there is not much he can say about him besides some far off assumptions.CRB, Phantom Thief Extraordinaire, emerges out of the shadows with the others on Doctor Facilier and Roman Torchwick's Signal, a grin on his face. The shiny Celebi waves his hand in a greeting. "Well hello everybody!" He hovers a head height with the others, keeping an eye on the others, his gaze drifting among them, as if he is waiting for something. Eventually he hovers near Bardock and sits down on his shoulder.
His eyes snap to CN-Tan, begging on their knees. "Well, Maybe. It may take some polish, but you have potential to be cool. Want to make a deal?"
There was also this muscular figure, one who he could have sworn looked like someone from their group. Besides a visible annoyance over the lack of conflict occurring and obvious prior relations. there is not much to say one him either.
Bardock looked over at the others, and then CRB came out of the shadows, landing on the Saiyan's shoulder "Well, glad you showed up just in time."
The Saiyan crossed his arms, trying to take in important details while staring down the others. He's busy just observing the folks in the front. Lealan is watching the Saiyan in particular.
The Saiyan would of preferred the fight, but there was more to what was going on.
Then there was this old man, someone who he said is an object of worship amongst Vikings. wasn't Gretar something along the lines of a Viking? It may as well be with the way Gretar stood, almost intrigued by this foe's presence and his...drinking horn."..."
Gungnir in hand, Odin stood as he drank from a decorative horn.
"I thought I would see that accursed son of Merlin among you bunch. But alas, nothing but sons and daughters of man, beasts and the like aiming to protect the world," the Allfather says as he looks at the crowd with his unpatched eye.
"Woah, are you a viking?" the Agent asks Odin.
"Vikings worship my brethren."
"A Viking king! Just like the old days."
"S'alright." Swiftglove piped up. "I mean...It's not like he threatened to kill us six different ways before we hit the floor, right? What do you guys think?" He turned his head to his fellow Shareholders, but got an uncomfortable squirmy feeling in his stomach.
As Megumin fell, her cape wiped Lucky's smile clean off, unearthing a deadly glare holding a smoking Paw o' Death. "Damn right, I'm smart." He snapped. "Even if I was a fuckin' idiot, I'd remember someone who used me as a damn pawn."
Stepping away from where she was, she started to get pissed off herself. Grabbing Lucky's ears, her grip tightened as she stared at him. "Oh really? You don't hate him? Then why exactly did you shoot Megumin, huh? Please tell me, because I would love to know!" Putting her sword away, her other hand grabbed his guns and threw them to the ground and looked at him, essentially death staring him. "I'm going to be very blunt here, Lucky: you're making all of this extremely worse just by opening your mouth and making threats. Maybe, just maybe, learn to shut your mouth for once before I do it for you. I don't care how much you clearly hate and despise this man, you do not shoot one of your own allies because she tried to help you."
"We want to form an agreement with you all because having to deal with Ganondorf is bad enough," Torchwick would explain as he lit a cigar. "On the one hand, we've got you all breathing down our necks at every turn. On the other, there's a power hungry warlord who wants complete dominance over the Multiverse. And, a good portion of the Multiverse is made up of shares and investments our organization holds." Then, Agent 3 asked if anyone knew about their involvement in previously recorded events, which caused Torchwick to shake his head as he blew out a puff of smoke from his lips. "You know everything we want you to know."
Agent 3 listened to the explanation that was being given out - so between Ganondorf and the group themselves, there's too much to deal with, the former of which wants to take over the whole Multiverse as his own - which these two - among others, have 'invested' in via their organization... That makes sense, and they know everything that 'they want them' to know - so no more than that is what they're intended to find out. Agent 3 merely nodded in response upon hearing these answers, seeming to understand what they are saying. She did not say a word for a while, until...
"We want to form an agreement with you all because having to deal with Ganondorf is bad enough," Torchwick would explain as he lit a cigar. "On the one hand, we've got you all breathing down our necks at every turn. On the other, there's a power hungry warlord who wants complete dominance over the Multiverse. And, a good portion of the Multiverse is made up of shares and investments our organization holds." Then, Agent 3 asked if anyone knew about their involvement in previously recorded events, which caused Torchwick to shake his head as he blew out a puff of smoke from his lips. "You know everything we want you to know."
"But in order to do that, the only way that's going to work is if we know what your investments are in, correct?" She asked bluntly. "If we know those, perhaps that could be arranged - but I'm not too sure everyone will agree with it - for some reason." Agent 3 proceeded to shrug and sweep one of her boots off of the ground; as useful as this information is, they don't know 'what' to avoid if this deal is going to work!"We have no reason to wage a war against the Multiverse's greatest heroes, unless you force us to. All we ask is that you leave our investments alone, and we, in turn, will leave you alone."
Seems as if the young man with the watch is...sort of downplaying the need for trust at this point. Again, the boss of this band of Shareholders Is certainly holding the missing member's hostage...witch only really proves his point over the negotiator's inability to be trusted. Yet for this to even work, They would need to know. Are they to assume that anything considered morally off-putting is considered out of bounds for this agreement? Realy is a promise of any sort, even for something as short term as an alliance just too much to consider when working with people like them?"If we don't cooperate, there won't be an us to breathe down your neck by the end of this, and I highly doubt there'll be a you to keep an eye on either," Ben crosses his arms, "trust is a bit low on the priority list right now."
Interrupting his thoughts however would be Orbeck, telling him to read conflict before he should act. “I was trying to help everyone, how was I supposed to know when he would stop. It’s not my fault my timing was off this time..”
"I see..." She nodded in understanding - a full list of the investments can't be provided, but if they find any, they 'should' be able to know, somehow? Agent 3 is not terribly sure what he means down to every last detail, but hopefully, they 'will' be able to tell when they find them - if they find them, and with that in mind, they just need to leave them alone, uninvolved, so both sides can mutually pin Ganondorf down as they don't get in each other's way! Stepping back away, the Inkling resigned from her questions and now glanced around aimlessly. She sees no need to press any more questions in, she got the answers she wanted... now, she just hopes this deal is both accepted, and that it will go well..."Our investments lie across the entire Multiverse," Torchwick explained to Agent 3. "We're constantly making new deals by the hour so we can secure a foothold..." He stood more upright and twirled his cane a bit, before planting it back down onto the ground. "Basically, what I'm saying is that I can't give you a full list of our investments... but just trust me when I say that you'll know when you run across them." The thief explained in a rather blunt tone of voice.