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Who: Jaune Arc and Edward Nygma
What: Express Delivery Bounty
When: 01/02
Where: Genessia, at an abandoned store.
Warnings: Puns and explosives

[After so selflessly saving his missing sock that one night, Jaune knew exactly who to ask to help him with this bounty. Bombs really weren't his specialty, and while he could have done research, he didn't know where to start. He had always been better at strategies when he could see all the variables. On the other hand, Ed seemed to have the broader knowledge base and ability to pick up on facts that would just look like pointless details otherwise.

He seemed like a good guy, and Jaune couldn't just sit around and wait. He was grateful Ed was willing to help yet again. He hoped he was right about Ed, but he had been the one to approach him, not the other way around.

So he got him a coffee. Does Ed like coffee? Would he drink it? Jaune has no fucking clue. But he desperately sips on his own, hands trembling and jittery as he tries to will the past week into being a blur. It was part of why he had chosen to do a bounty. He's holding a briefcase that he hasn't explained to his teammate yet. Rather than wear his normal outfit, he has a nondescript hoodie on and the same jeans, but he's hoping the lack of armor and symbol will help not give his identity away.]

All right Team...Edjauncation, let's go over our story one more time before we enter the creepy bomber's lair and regret all of our life choices up to this point. I'm John Stark, forger and expert arsonist, here to try and promote my new, innovative chemical that can provide thirty times the power of the bombs this person's been making, and you-- You're, uh...

[He squints, looking pensive before he finally shrugs.] Ed Eddison, assassin and bodyguard. [Sipping his coffee, he stares at the decrepit, creepy store. Most of the windows have been boarded up, but he can catch glimpses of mannequins in the windows and he glances at Ed in doubt.]

Are you sure this is it?

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[ When Jaune Arc, guy who drunkenly calls with a strange puzzle of 'Where is my sock?', contacted him again during sober hours he figured he might as well. Anyone recognizing his usefulness in situations is hard to resist and so are mysteries.

The guy actually got him coffee. Interesting. But the trembling jittery hands make the contents seem questionable, even if he doubts it's from the coffee. He'll just hold it.

Hoodie and jeans. Nondescript. Good choice for investigating when you want to blend in. Ed went for a plain windbreaker jacket over everything himself. Waterproof. In case of blood. Because last bounty ended up involving blood. ...And an explosive. This hopefully isn't a pattern.

Ed's looking at him with both eyebrows knit slightly at the brief rundown of the cover stories. Ed Eddison? ]

I'm sure. All evidence goes here. [ He gestures between them ] Perhaps we should switch positions. [ "You don't look like you know anything about chemicals"- ] I don't making a convincing assassin.

Right. The evidence with that analysis-thing that I had you do. You know, I never got how science people could find things from stuff so small... [He shrugs, beginning to sip his coffee until he frowns and lowers it, increasingly concerned.]

Look, I don't believe in stereotypes and putting yourself in a box is wrong. You can be whatever you want. That, and it might catch them off guard if we're not too predictable.

Okay, E.E., I kind of hope you're right about the evidence but part of me also doesn't because a murderer who surrounds themselves with mannequins can't be anything good. Let's go. [Rotating his shoulders, he inhales deeply, trying to quell his nerves, and heads for the entrance. The door resists a little when he tries to open it; but not as much if someone hadn't used it recently.

Well. No going back now. How to act like an annoying criminal... Neptune's kind of annoying. Jaune thinks for a moment and then yells into the store.]

Uhm. HEY, SUP, I GOT SOME GOOD ST-- SHIT HERE!

Even a grain of sand can be a clue. [ Science is amazing but he's not about to go into a lesson on it during a moment where Jaune may or may not be leading them into a perilous situation. ]

It might catch us off guard if nobody is convinced by our story. [ It's said in a slightly lower tone with a strained look on his face while Jaune momentarily struggled with the door. ] This isn't going to bode well for us. We should plan this out a little more before we go barging in with-

You're barging in. [ He deadpans the second Jaune starts yelling. Eyelids low and lips pursing in displeasure. Okay. He straightens himself out and moves to stand next to him, folding his hands behind his back - eyes scanning the room quickly before looking side-long at Jaune. Was he planning on doing all the talking?

There's a guy in there at a table, at least four others standing that are visibly armed and at least two barrels of explosive material. The first reaction was obviously to aim a gun at them and ask "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY SHOULD I CARE?" ]

You're going to want to hear us out after that disgraceful excuse for an bomb you've created. The residue you left behind was frankly embarrassing. We have something better. Cleaner.

[ ehem. JAUNE, WE COULD HAVE PLANNED THIS LONGER. What now? ]