[center][h2][b][u][color=0054a6]The PRT Building[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center][center][@Banana][/center]

Jackson laughed, [b]"Alright alright, looks like a few measly tricks aren't gonna work on you. Maybe a little something else then?"[/b] He pulled out a red cloth and held it in one hand, making a curtain of sorts. Jackson had a mischievous grin on. [b]"Now watch closely..."[/b] He said, holding the makeshift curtain about three inches from Ruben's face. Without warning the cloth made the slightest movement and Jackson's fist raced out of it at an alarming speed towards Ruben's head. Of course it would only barely make contact with the top of Ruben's ear assuming he didn't move, even a reflexive flinch to the right side would dodge it. Jackson mentally shouted that he was going to do this in case Ruben's ability had anything to do with that. Whether Jackson had do something like this before or was making it up as he went along was honestly a little questionable at this point.

[u][center][h1][color=purple]Rocker Warehouse[/color][/h1][/center][/u][center][sub][@PlatinumSkink][/sub][/center]

Shatterpoint waited patiently for the full, extensive terms, to be written out. Shatterpoint's voice rumbled to himself, [color=red]"Better bad terms than no deal."[/color] Then louder, [color=red]"Ok. How we found you? Luck. Rumors had stuff vanishing mysteriously from stores, and a glowing light that went by 'Wisp' helping people, but not with the PRT. So we decided to focus our efforts in the general area. If they found either of them we recruit, if not; we still making money."[/color] A hint of a smirk appeared on his face. It seemed her that hero-ing or stealing, they would've looked for her either way. In fact they seemed not to know that Wisp was also the invisible-snatcher and were likely still looking for said person. Though they might give up now that they had their miner's mitts on Wisp. [color=red]"So kid-, I mean Creep. How do we get you to show up and talk?"[/color] He still remained immobile, his face mostly bland as he spoke. Things seemed to be going his way but he hadn't relaxed a bit. Perhaps he was used to this sort of thing.