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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He's dreaming. He has to be.

But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.

Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.

And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]

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[allaroundusstrex]

[A man walks by and stops, watching the destruction caused by this one man with a mixed expression. It was hard to gauge the look in his eyes, since he didnt have any, only dark holes.]

Well! That's quite the ability you have there, friend!

[He seemed chipper, at least. A little TOO chipper.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ His first instinct is to blast the hell out of this stranger, just for the sheer joy of blasting the hell out of someone. But his brain, though high on power, does register that the man has paid him a compliment, so he reluctantly lowers his blasting hand. ]

I'm glad someone appreciates - good lord, man! [ He tries to take a step back, having temporarily forgotten that he's still in midair. ] What happened to your eyes?

[ Given that his are still crackling with electricity, he may not exactly be one to talk. ]

[allaroundusstrex]

[Kevin lets out a goodnatured chuckle, wiping down his office shirt, which might have just spread the bloodstains on it out more. Have to make yourself presentable when meeting new people! Strexcorp rule number 124.]

My eyes? Well, isn't that a silly question to ask. I should be asking what's happening to your eyes. They're so... bright.

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[unkinder]

[Valmont isn't the only one experiencing a sudden return of power, though he's not going around making an absolute show of it. The relief and familiarity of having his powers back at all is really the only thing Nagi can focus on for the most part, and he would just stay in his room using his Gear without his hands just because he can if it weren't for the rampant teleporting going on. It's gotten to the point where he has both his Abra and his Gardevoir out and with him, ready to help teleport him back to where he was in the event that he's moved again.

This is another one of those instances in which Nagi finds himself out in the street after having been in the base a moment ago. Neba is on his shoulders and Uchi has her hand on his arm, ready to teleport him away when he suddenly stops them with a lifted hand.

He isn't moving, but his gaze is tracking Valmont's progress as he makes his way down the street. If nothing else, this just confirms that he isn't the only one with his abilities back. Instead of engaging the man he just stands there watching because really. Apparently he's not leaving until he sees where this is going.]

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Sweet destruction. Oh, he'd missed this. He's just finished blasting a good-sized hole in the side of a nearby house and is determining whether there's anything worth taking inside, when something to the side catches his eye. Is that - ?

Damn and triple damn. If anything could destroy the beauty of this moment, it would be the boy with the hellbird. So of course, here he is - though the bird is nowhere in sight. Thank goodness for small favors. He's sure whatever the other creatures with him are will be just as dead-set on tormenting him, though.

He trains his gaze on Nagi. Sparks flicker at the corners of his eyes. ]

What do you want?

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[adamofdarkness]

[That destruction has attracted someone's attention that Valmont more than likely would not like to deal with. Before he can even notice, a certain tall, dark, and handsome man dressed in armor is levitating next to him, looking rather amused.]

That's cute. But you're cheating~

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

I beg your pardon?

[ How did this man get here so suddenly? And - cute? Is he making fun of him? Valmont bristles. ]

I'm sorry - cheating how, exactly?

[scizor_sister]

Well, YOU'VE certainly gotten more interesting.

[Nui's interjection is only surprising in that it's being delivered from the top of the very tall electrical lines she's perched on. A bit cliche, really, but whatever works.]

You've still insulted Lady Ragyo, though. So bye!

[And that's it before she cracks a -yes, that is indeed a seamstress' measuring tape, and flicks it at Valmont's face. It whistles through the air with a lot more force than any sewing instrument has a right to, and it'll cut flesh as well as an actual bullwhip, in her hands.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont just barely has time to register is that a measuring tape? before his brain helpfully reminds him that he should, perhaps, get out of the way. He propels himself to the side just in time to avoid getting an eyeful of pain, but the tape does cut deep into his shoulder.

He hisses - partially in pain, although the wound is already starting to knit itself up, but mostly in anger. Because while there may no longer be a gash in his skin, his healing powers don't, unfortunately, extend to the one in his clothes. ]

My suit! Do you know how much this cost? [ There's pure venom in his voice. ] You just made a very grave mistake, young lady.

[ He raises his left hand - and there's a jet of fire headed right at her. ]

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[crackpotcrocker]

[Don't mind Crocker he looks a bit jealous there aren't any fairy godparents in his clutches right now.]

Mmmm.. Impressive.

Care to explain what those little pieces of stone are?

[Don't worry Valmont there's no thought of stealing them.]

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Someone else come to admire/bow before him? This day keeps getting better. Even if the person in question does seem a bit... Well. Odd, would be a charitable way of putting it. ]

What, these old things? [ He casually blasts another hole in the ground. ] These would be the talismans. Do hold your applause.

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[francia]

[That restaurant those ridiculous powers are being used on?]

[France is running straight out of it, waving a rolling pin and looking very irate.]

Excuse me! Excuse me! I know you are likely very happy to have whatever your powers are back but would you please stop that--I'm in the middle of making puff pastry!

[Action]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Ridiculous? Excuse you, France. You meant amazing. Natural mistake. ]

Ah! [ Valmont might have carried on, but upon recognizing who exactly it is brandishing a rolling pin at him, he lowers his blasting hand. ] Mr... Francis, isn't it? I'm so glad we could finally meet. I wasn't aware you were a baker.

[ Please, don't mind the destruction all around him. It's casual chat time! ]

[grapeeater]

[There's someone coming down the street, and he's... well. Clad in armor, and heading right for Valmont. He lifts his gun and shoots right for him, purple energy ripping through the air like a bullet.]

[Think fast.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Fast, you say. Fast he can do. The rabbit talisman activates, and Valmont nopes the hell out of there before the energy beam can hit him. Once he's reached a safe enough distance, he yells at the... armored... thing: ]

What on earth was that for? You could have hurt me!

[ Hypocrisy, thy name is Valmont. ]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica was drawn towards carnage. It was sort of like a moth to a flame, if the moth could kill the flame in eleven different ways.]

Hey! [She stands in the middle of the street, yelling loud enough for Valmont to hear.] What the hell is going on?!

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Oh, you know. [ He answers casually, blasting the hell out of another building. ] Woke up to find myself in possession of the superpowered artifacts I've been seeking for months, figured I'd put that to good use. Come to marvel?

[crouching_sin]

[A man with long, white hair wearing green walks down the street and... pauses. Heh. Interesting. Those small glowing things... ah, yes. He can sense them.]

Talismans?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Long white hair and wearing green? You're a man after his own heart, friend. ]

Indeed. [ He holds up his left hand for Naoya to see, dragon talisman grasped firmly in it and glowing. ] Did you have a question?

[dreamsofahero]

*....what the heck. I mean no really. Sion's seen a lot of things here in Johto, but he can't quite recall seeing a combination like THAT before...*

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Noticing the man staring, Valmont smirks. ]

Jealous?

I lied you're getting him now

[clockworktorch]

[Well, finally something interesting. While Valmont is busy blowing up things and looting, he'll have an onlooker quietly watching the proceedings with a smirk playing on his lips. At his feet stands a very fluffy Torchick with her wings spread out in front of him, as if she thinks that will protect him from danger.

He leans heavily on a smooth, white cane, his one visible eye focused on Valmont.]

You sure know how to have fun.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Hm?

[ Valmont turns his head at the sudden voice, pausing in his rampage for a moment. He doesn't recognize this man, but he appreciates his taste in canes. ]

Ah, I'm glad you approve. I'm quite enjoying this new hobby, myself. [ He waves a hand at the destruction he's caused so far. This happens to be the hand with the dragon talisman in it, which means that he's causing even more destruction by doing so. ] I'd invite you to join me, but I'm afraid I'm not much for sharing.

[ Understatement. ]

[cawsforalarm]

[Hello, friend levitating around town! Do you know where these Murkrows came from?]

[No?]

[Well, there's a lot.]

[And you'd better not try to strike them with anything, because if you do, the other levitating kid with glowy power hands will blast you into next week.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ ...That is a lot of crows. No, he hasn't got a clue where they came from, but if he had to hazard a guess... it's something to do with that floating boy over there. Might be related to the fact that they generally seem to be flocking around him. Call it a hunch. ]

Recreating Hitchcock, are we?