Mission Probable! [active]

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Character(s): Ashe, Dias Flac, Isaac, Phoenix Wright, Toshiro Hojo, Yaten Kou, Miles Edgeworth
Content: The severely mismatched group rescuing Cloud, Maya, and Zack
Setting: Fortress of Darkness (2L)
Time: Friday late night
Warnings: none so far.


The ride on the buggy had been much too bumpy for her comfort, but she manages to utter no word of complaint through the journey; which they all should applaud her for. Rubbing her bottom while trying to make sure no one notices, Ashe looks around at her current companions. There is only one word that can truly describe the group: mismatched. Chuckling to herself, she tries to remember all their names once again.

There is the tall blue-haired man named Dias Flac and the tiny silver-haired woman standing beside Dias is Yaten Kou. The two seemingly-sophisticated men are Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright; Mr. Wright's hair is able to defy gravity while Mr. Edgeworth's is not able to. And then, in the middle of them there is the kidnapper. They had to explain a lot to her when they first met; about why Cid is not coming and why the kidnapper is with them, but she figures that asking too many questions would annoy them. And then she had to explain about Isaac. She ended up telling them that Isaac was lonely and she figured that it would be nice to take him along as he seems powerful anyway, skipping the violence altogether.

A realization snaps her out of her reverie, and she clears her throat before speaking, "So, I suppose we should go into the Fortress now? I recall reading Zack's entry where he ranted about how hungry he was," she skipped the part about having a tail, hoping that they would not be expecting her to fix that.

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Ashe wasn't the only person thoroughly bemused by the eclectic gathering. When Dias had first realized that most of the crowd inside of Cid's shop was actually coming with him to this fortress where the people he'd been hired to rescue were reportedly being held, he'd had a hard time deciding whether to be offended or simply stunned. Entirely aside from the implication that he wasn't fully capable of handling the situation on his own - a group of this size just didn't make sense. If it were a matter of stealth, then no more than two or three people would have been appropriate; for a more storm-the-ramparts approach, they'd need a small army. But this group was too large for any sort of stealth and ridiculously small for storming anything much larger than a lemonade stand.

Not that he'd necessarily expected superior strategy from his current employer. Whatever Miles Edgeworth had been on his own world, or was now, Dias knew the look of a scholar. If the man had any experience at all in combat or strategy, which the mercenary doubted, then it was through reading about it in a book. This wasn't necessarily a character flaw - Dias himself had once been untested in the ways of battle - but it meant that the person calling the shots was doing so without any practical experience.

Dias mentally shrugged(an impressive feat). He'd worked for this type before, nobles mostly. Provided the man had the sense to hang back and let him work, it wouldn't be too much of a problem. Any obviously suicidal or ridiculous plans Edgeworth came up with, he'd simply ignore - after all, Edgeworth would be paying him for his results, not how he achieved them.

Still...he ought to bring up his concerns, as much for the other mercenaries' sakes as in an attempt to educate Edgeworth on how this sort of thing was generally done. Just because Dias had the sense not to go marching to his death on the order of someone who had no idea what he was doing didn't mean everyone did.

"If the plan is for this whole group to go marching in the front door to make sure everyone and anything inside knows that we're here, fine," he said, not making any attempt to hide his skepticism. "But it seems as if we'd hit opposition pretty quickly that way, and we'll be more likely to hit each other than anything else if we're all bunched up together. Not to mention the fact that a place this big will take hours to explore unless we split up."

Dias studied the group, trying not to look quite as...incredulous as he felt. These were mercenaries? "If we really need him - " He jerked his head slightly in Hojo's direction, " - then he shouldn't even be brought in until those of us who can fight have cleared a path. He, and anyone else who can't fight, ought to stay here with the...buggy until then." Dias almost prided himself on having learned the name of the strange machine so quickly - it was just as well he didn't reveal his ignorance to these people. "Someone ought to be guarding it anyway."

The mercenary considered for a moment, then shrugged. This was more than he'd said all at once in a very long time. "It's up to you, of course," he said, referring to Edgeworth. "Personally, I think I could handle this alone, and that the rest of these people are just going to get in my way while I'm trying to do my job. But if you don't want to listen to my advice, then at least send me in first. It's hard to swing a sword when you're in the middle of a group." Of course, even if Edgeworth denied him that request, Dias could always split off from the rest once they were inside the fortress.

(OOC: Wow, that was long. XD )