[h3][color=#FFCC66]Pent Faraday[/color][/h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/ms4Ow8a.png[/img] [color=#46bddf]Shinon the Lucario[/color], [color=#A0E6FF]Aenir the Froslass[/color], [color=#CEC8EF]Jill the Skarmory[/color]

[b][Viore International Airport][/b]

[@Ophidian]
Even with all of the pauses, everything Jinx had been saying seemed like it was said lightning fast to the enfeebled professor. That said, it took a while for his brain to process everything, but he did somehow manage to do so. Finally, the important pieces of information solidified in his mind. This was something he could actually reply to. 

[color=#FFCC66]"Goldenrod..."[/color] He'd trail off, [color=#FFCC66]"...yes, I'd... like... assistant. Have you... seen... Harrison... Jones?"[/color] And no, this is totally not a bad Indiana Jones reference—[i]wait.[/i] [color=#FFCC66]"...um... archaeology..."[/color] Furrowing his brows, it was clear the dark-haired professor was getting frustrated with his inability to string together proper sentences, or piece together his thoughts. [color=#FFCC66]"D-Damn..."[/color] An unusually colorful word for him, in an unusually colorful situation. [color=#FFCC66]"How... sober? Can't... think..."[/color]