I know that! How are we going about it, though?
Isn't it obvious? We're going to make him forget we were here, once we climb into the trailer.
Not yet. "Everyone, get in the trailer!"
OOC: Ooh, I've got it! We'll save Kathrine for the very end of the RP, and our final boss of the Project era will instead be Felicia... Or rather, F-I, F-II, and F-III. Shall I explain?
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OOC: But... The Merge we know to be Felicia is no more than those three, using upgraded DNA Splicers, explaining why the Project had DNA Splicers in the first place. The real Felicia is still human, wot.
OOC: I'm making each of them have a third of Felicia's personality more extreme than the other 2/3. The Tornadus shall be the shy, scared one, Thundurus fussy and snobbish, while the Landorus Merge will have a superiority complex. Uh, I think. Still working on it.
OOC: Speaking of which... We have egg science to be done
on the people who are still alive.
OOC: We're merging eggs now?
"Seriously? You want us to just, like... get into that trailer? That seems... dangerous."
Max quietly followed Kris' example and got into the trailer, hoping he wouldn't weigh it down or something.
Rina and Gracie climbed into the back, the former erasing the man's memory of the Merges' conversation.
Maxwell helped the man to his feet. "Sorry... They're new. I'll take it from here."
The man hesitated, then withdrew his Magnezone. "Okay, then."
OOC: An idea is forming, so I'm leaving Mia behind. And no. You'll see what we mean soon enough.
OOC: Um, 'kay
Scorpion, seeing that everyone else was doing so, followed them and got into the trailer.
OOC: Indeed you will. It will be so much fun. Haha... Hahaha... Hahahaha! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Actually... Why do we have to leave right now?
Kris frowned. Rina? Was that supposed to happen?
Emily Jones walked in through the front door of Genesis Industries, . "Emily Jones," she held up a forged ID card to a security guard, "Junior adviser for Health and Safety." And so she continued.
John Williams frowned as he inspected the back door of Genesis Industries. Warning: Alarmed, it read. "Not for long," he scoffed, opening a box of electronics above the door and blasting it with Thunderbolt. And with that, he walked in. A security guard stopped him momentarily, but he simply held up a blank ID card. "John Williams, junior adviser for Health and Safety." And so he continued.