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[Well, here's an odd sight on the phone network today. It's one of the Lab's scientists, looking pretty nervous about something. You've probably seen this guy before, but maybe not, he's one of several scientists who handle anemoi and related matters--Dr. Patrick Nichols, if you're particularly good at remembering names and faces.]

Ahhh, ahahaha, um, hello! Very sorry to bother you all so suddenly like this, I know we don't usually do that, but we've got ourselves a bit of a problem up here, and, well. You lot are rather proficient at problem-solving, right? Because, ahaha, it's kind of a big one! Here, take a look for yourselves.

[He inputs a few things into the phone and a nearby computer quickly, and the feed input soon changes to one of the Lab's security cameras. Specifically, one overlooking the Lab's entrance, where a large, green, serpentine creature is curled up. After a moment, the feed switches back to the phone's camera and Dr. Nichols.]

It's right in front of the door, which means none of us can get out, and, of course, aheh, none of you can get in, so it would be to our mutual benefit if you could get rid of it. Somehow. Before we all starve to death, if you would.

((That's right, there's now a Rayquaza parked right in front of the Lab, and it's up to you guys to get rid of it. How, you ask? Good question!

INCIDENTALLY, a couple of weird, new machines have appeared in the lobby area of the Ermis Suites. But I'm sure that's just a coincidence.))

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[He growls thoughtfully, scratching his head and messing up his hair even more.]

...I'll talk to you guys in a few hours.

[Action]

[He knows this is a bad idea. He KNOWS it. But he still knows that no one else in the city will actually take a moment to get a good look at the situation before throwing powers and shit around. Still, he's got his crowbar hooked into a belt loop and a handgun in his coat pocket... for whatever good it'll do against a damn DRAGON.]

[Before he even opens up discourse he'll watch the huge green creature from down the street for a moment. He's no animal expert but he's hoping for SOME clue in it's actions as to what the thing's doing there.]

[Rayquaza sure isn't giving any strong indicators. It's just hanging out curled up in front of the door, chillin'. It looks to be awake, though (assuming it doesn't sleep with its eyes open?), so that's one theory down?]

Alright, alright... alright... here goes absolutely nothing.

[It's a very long walk towards that thing. Plenty of time for his adrenals to dump their pulse-quickening load into his bloodstream. He makes a point to not get too close; showing himself to be just a curious human for the moment... because he IS. After a moment's studying (and somewhat shaky) gaze:]

So. Can you understand me? Or am I a complete idiot for trying to talk to something that can't?

[Rayquaza looks down at Gordon curiously. It doesn't really give any indication one way or another as to whether it understands what Gordon says, but it looks like it's waiting for him to do something.]

[His nervousness starts to abate when he realizes he's not going to immediately be crushed; or rather, it's traded in bulk for curiosity. Amazing. This thing looks like it's expecting something from him... but what? He continues to stare, circling the dragon in a slow, wide radius, talking almost to himself as much as he is to it.]

Okay... what is it that you want? WE want you to move. Hell, just a little to the left would be enough... Now what can we do for you to do that?

[Rayquaza's gaze follows Gordon, though the main body of the god doesn't shift from in front of the door. Unsurprisingly, it completely fails to answer Gordon's questions, or, indeed, make any noise at all, save that rumbling Dr. Nichols alluded to.]

[Have you ever had that one problem you had to solve that took forever, only to find the solution was easy and you just screwed yourself with assumptions in the first place?

[Yeah, so has he. Now that he's close enough he's able to tell:]

Wait... that's not a growl. That's your STOMACH. You really ARE just hungry! But then why aren't you off grabbing a cow or a combo platter of maidens or something?

[Beat.] Hnnngh, of course... why would you want to do that, when you could have creatures with opposable thumbs get you something better?

[It makes a vaguely pleased noise. Was that confirmation?]

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