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Jason waited to ensure that Xolotl was handled by the retreating back to his seat warily. That had been.... Interesting. He could only imagine what the Broker had planned for the villain. Nothing pleasant, he was sure.

Several good points were brought up before the bidding for the final vial sprung up, bringing another bout of unease. Given the predicament the Rockers had just landed themselves in....

Clearing his throat he interrupted them. [Color=00aeef]"To interject.... While the arrests of the current Rocker leadership is.... Unsavory, to say the least given the circumstances all around....I feel it oddly fitting to pass along the remaining vial to their new leader. Given that no other member is present, I believe that falls to you."[/color] These last words were directed at Creep, a hint of amusement carried in them. [Color=00aeef]"I am willing to pay in cash from my personal funds to supplement the deal, Broker, for irony is the sweetest development. For years the Rockers have been a joke....I would like to see if that changes Ceramix removed and fresh blood added to the pool."[/color]

He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, as he shrugged easily. [Color=00aeef]"Though, of course, that's merely my opinion."[/color]
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Lillian growled lightly at Ceramix before a rumble and a bang made her instinctively transform back, falling to her knees beside Messiah and clamping her hands over her ears.

[Color=pink]"Uhnnnnnnnng....."[/color] she groaned, feeling like a spike had been impaled into her ears. She felt like she might throw up as her vision swam before her eyes. [I][color=pink]What the hell was that....?[/color] [/I] she thought to herself.

A ringing settled into her ears as she thought she heard talking faintly. Looking up she saw another glob of Confoam and the unconscious goons safe as she stumbled at her first attempt at standing. They'd...won? But how?

She noticed Inkscape... Was he basically rubbing his hands? That's what it looked like, anyways. And Mastar had popped up on a makeshift chair?

She looked up at Messiah in confusion, still feeling uneasy.

[Color=pink]"Better,"[/color] she said, louder than she had intended before she cleared her throat embarrassment. [Color=pink]"Uhm, can you help me? I don't feel very steady."[/color]