Mission: I would like to speak.

As he sat alone in the transport, Irvine pondered what the others were thinking, as they presumably went off to join the races. Did they know what he was up to?
...who was he kidding...they probably had a pretty good idea where he was off to right now.

Well...better him than anyone else be subjected to this.
The others didn't deserve to end up in this.

As he stepped out, Irvine shaded himself as best he could in the light, covering up some of the more visually distinct features of his attire with a sheet of dark. With the colours he usually wore, it shouldn't stand out...too, badly. His left arm took on a black sheen as he pushed to cover up as best as possible, little envelopes of normal skin forming tribal patterns as the black continued to crawl over his skin. On the ground, his shadow seemed to rub its hands independently of him before returning to normal.
As he enters the garage, he allows the shadows to recede, uncovering the features he'd hidden and causing the blackness of his arm to retreat back once more to its prior state.

Irvine nods to Momo at the greeting, in a little more solemn a mood than he'd normally be willing to stand. "Yeah, sorry about that. Any seat looks like refuge when you can barely stand."


He sighs, wiping his arm across his face. "Don't worry about it. I woulda brought some folks, but Seekers, Racers, people with Personas...Shadows...whatever you call them, they're in short supply." He lets his arm fall, and his teeth grit. "Not that I'm sure many of them would be up for the task at hand anyway..."
He just had to look at Damsel for proof of that.

Yellow eyes fix onto Momo as Irvine's hands dig in his pockets, the shadowling forcing his usual grin on his face. "Wouldn't have come if I wasn't prepared to hear this out. Hit me, Momo. We got this."

There they were...all four of them, unknowing of where they were headed.
Hmm.

Irvine returns his focus to their hideout. "Wouldn't take the brute force approach, that's for sure." His eyes run over the building, trying to get a good measure of how well lit it'd be. "I remember them on the track. We tried that without being at least as strong, they'd mow through us."
He hums, and starts letting his finger trail in the air as he looks over the location, letting darkness follow behind it. "Damn, that's a lot of windows...got a plan once we're there? I'd hope we could get them separately from each other rather than facing them together. I've already been roasted by Forget once just when he was screwing with us, after..." He looks to his shadow, which waves back with red eyes. "...he forced whatever this is out of me with my 'Accelerator'. I'm not eager to see what that's like when he's got help."

"Wish the place was darker, too...I could make pretty damn sure they probably wouldn't see us then."

"Agreed, frankly I am surprised you survived your initial encounter even not considering the effects of Rider Sickness. In each of their races Back Rider has decommissioned at lest one enemy rider with their ferocity... Normally such displays of obscene violence are frowned upon in officially sanctioned races. While the Ego Grand Prix has always been a contact gladiatorial sport, it has always been within reason. Black Rider however... Its like they have the citizens transfixed." Momo's voice trailed off as a contemplative look took her features. However she quickly shook it off and returned to her neutral expression, looking to Irvine with a blank yet intense gaze.

"I have a few ideas as far as how we may go about this. We could simply wait for nightfall and attempt to sneak in, catching them hopefully off guard or asleep and simply slit their throats while they rest. Or we could attempt to draw them out with some sort of diversion. Or perhaps we could simply procure some sort of heavy armaments and bombard the area from a distance.  I leave the specifics to you, how would you like to proceed?"

Irvine blinks and lets his hand drop, before his eyes narrow. "So that isn't actually normal. It was surprising that something so blatantly brutal got basically no reaction...you know, apart from cheers and applause." Irvine's lets out a low growl. "Guess there's a reason for that, huh?"

He grins, and settles his hands in his pockets. "Less chance they have to react, the better. They're probably going to take measures if we don't get them in one." He traces a moon in the air. "If we have to, we can wait till nightfall. As long as the place is dark, I can make sure they won't be able to see us...though complete coverage will mean I'm the only one that can see."
"If I really gotta pick something though...I figure we get some toys to play with." He smirks, drawing bombs and guns in the air. "Firearms, ordinance, whatever it is, we make it strong, and we make sure it will kill if it hits home. If we can't take them out by catching them out with heavy ordinance, then there probably isn't much brute force can do."

He pauses. "Wasn't able to find them before, but if we want to go on a raid for heavy firepower, I think there's someone who might be able to help. You'll probably find them annoying as hell, and I wouldn't be certain how well they do with the subtle stuff, but it's more manpower, and more force at our disposal."

"...Very well. We shall use our time to acquire more powerful weapons in order to avoid direct confrontation. I suppose I knew that this was by far the best option with the highest chance of success, however I simply did not wish to use it... How odd," Momo switched the screen off and looked towards the portrait hanging on the back wall of the garage. A small, crooked framed picture of Momo with Weelo, Ride and a third man. Each wearing a wide smile as confetti fluttered down around them. In Momo's arms a golden trophy declaring her the winner of the First Annual Weelo Sitee Race For Charity. A somber smile grew on Momo's lips as she eyed the photo."Recently I've find myself thinking oddly more often then not."

Momo shook herself from her thoughts and turned her attention back to Irvine as she unfurled a map of what looked to be the city. "This is a map of NeoBrickyard CIty. Here..." Without removing her eyes from the map, Momo pulled a pink scented marker from a drawer in her desk and circled a large building near the center of the city. "Is the ammunition depot for the local branch of the the military. After Kylo, Weelo and I defeated Ride last year we were declared honorary generals, as such I have access to the building. However once we obtain our armaments... We should anticipate strong resistance. Please contact your ally to meet us at the base of your tower, we shall make for the depot."

Irvine simply raises an eyebrow, no more indicator given than that as Momo grabs the map and starts filling him in. "Honorary generals, huh? I'm guessing whatever was going on that you had to beat Ride like that is where Weelo gets his crazy ideas from. Must have been a big deal."

He stops, thinking back to what she had said before. "Not all that strange to care about what the people close to you would think, you know." He glances to the photo, noting how happy she seemed to be with them all. "Raiding a military depot? It's a pretty brazen thing to do. Something they'd probably hear about. If you wanted to avoid that, I wouldn't blame you for it."
He pauses. "Though...that's just me thinking aloud."
Irvine looks back to Momo, grabbing his terminal. "Guess it's time to do this, then." He lifts up his terminal. "Hey, CWIS. You read me out here? Need to get in contact with an individual named Lunairllie."

"People are dying Irvine. When only a select few are willing to do what needs to be done there is no time to worry about how others will react." the icy chill in Momo's voice rang hollow, filled with something not entirely determinable. "Unless you know of a source of heavy artillery on Junction we could perhaps steal this is our only option. I am prepared to face the consequences of my actions." Momo would nod as she rolled her map and gathered her belongings. "Let's go, we need to get this over with as quickly as possible," Without another word, Momo left the garage, summoned her accelerator and sped off into the distance.

"...all I can ask of you, Momo." Though, how well she'd handle it would be another matter...he certainly knew that well enough.

"Thanks, CWIS." He waited a moment, until..."Hey, Luna? Needed a hand with something, and I figured if we couldn't do this with a dragon to help, we couldn't at all." He hums. "...of course, if you don't actually think you can handle it, don't bother. If you're up to it, I'll see you at the base of Junction for a trip into Determination. See ya then!"

Ending the message, Irvine steps forth, letting his shadow leap over him. God, it hurt so bad...but he knew it was coming this time.
Casting out a hand and calling forth his shadowless black accelerator, he follows after Momo, making for the meeting point.

Irvine's shadow recedes from his body once more as he removes himself from his Accelerator, standing by Momo and the black bike. Luna had hardly seen him like that, after all.
He looks between the girl and the tower, and can't help but smirk a little. "VC for your thoughts?" In short order, he's already mocked up the scene, a miniature of the grand rising tower next to a little speck for scale, too small for any detail to be seen yet obviously looking up to the heights of the pillar jutting from the earth. "Always a crazy thing to see Junction show up outta nowhere, and it always means something different to people. An act of god - or, well, A god - a sign of the end, a precursor to war or a chance for peace never found." He turns his own eye to the tower. "I just found it a convenient getaway when I needed one to somewhere less rotten, but I couldn't say what's going on in your head."

With a huff, Luna had been making her way to the bottom of Junction, she hated leaving the aquatic bio dome. The water was so free and she felt much more powerful and safe there. The rest of stupid junction was so cluttered and disorganized and claustrophobic. Bleh. At least she didn't have to be there long as whatever the hell it was that Irvine wanted wasn't on Junction at all.

Spotting the pair she was after, or at least Irvine and whoever the broad was, the great dragon would approach with a menacing tone to her gait, puffs of steam escaping her nostrils as she came closer. "So, whoz that?" She'd question annoyed, giving a disinterested look towards Momo. "Whatz you even doingz that so importantz you needz a greatz dragonz help? I swearz if thiz is a trickz or wastez of time orz you get me trappedz off of Junctionz. I'll buryz you myselfz Tidez Riderz." She'd spit, a glop of boiling hot water landing on the ground and quickly evaporating into steam.

Momo would look to Irvine with a confused look but gradually, as he explained how most react to Junction's appearance, she would look more at ease and return to her general neutral expression. "Yes, it is quite mind boggling. When it first arrived I had assumed another of Ride's race had attempted to contact our world, for the first time in quite some time I felt true fear. However it seems much more benign then that. Though I must say that a city capable of inter-dimensional travel is quite-what the hell is that thing....."

Momo's flat voice would remain so as she pointed a finger at the tiny dragon that had entered their presence. She woudl look from it to Irvine a few times and listen to what the small creature had to say before comeing to what ws the only logical and obviously correct conclusion."...Is this... Your pet? I like it. It is ascetically pleasing. May I pet them?"

Hmm. That didn't translate? It was interesting seeing what would and wouldn't sometimes. "Like, a coin or something. Had no reference for currency in Determination, so I went with what I knew. Ah, well...only so much the Babel Field can do."

Irvine was about to comment on the fact that the appearance of another of their teammate's kind would provoke intense fear, when he broke out snickering at Momo's reaction to Luna. He looked over the pink (no matter what she claimed, it was pink) 'dragon', grinning wide. "Luna! This is Momo! We're raiding an arms depot together!"
His grin froze when Momo called Luna his pet.
He wanted to laugh.
He so, so desperately wanted to laugh. In his mind, he was already cackling up a storm from the situation at hand.
But, well, the whole thing might just be unsalvageable if he did that.
He looked to Momo, trying to convey with the look of his eye that continuing this line of though was a terrible idea. "...no. She's not my pet. That is an actual citizen of Junction you're asking to pet, and I wouldn't put it past her to electrocute you for saying that. Even if you did say she looked good."
"Love to tell you I was kidding and that you aren't facing 'dragon' induced harm, but I can't. So...pet at your own risk."