Tom
A blaring, heavy sun beats down on the scorching sand, an unrelenting blistery onslaught that would not relent. Touching the sand itself **Seared** The skin, so here's hoping you're wearing shoes of some kind. 

Caviar was not, but he didn't need it. He was immune to heat thanks to his ability, so he was able to wear his heavy wool cloak and gem-embedded crown, he even carried a black whip with him. His short stature contrasted his decorated person, but he stood tall and proud all the same. Before him were the four unfortunately commissioned for his job. They stood on a small patch of earth that was unusually not covered in sand. Well, there was still sand on it, but not as much as usual. It stood out very much.

Caviar struck the sand with his whip to gather the four's attention before he began his speech. He spoke pompous and dramatic, almost like he was *Trying* To sound evil. "Welcome, fearless warriors! I am very pleased to see you gathered here. It seems that all others were much too cowardly to brave such a deadly mission, but so be it! We have a mission to accomplish, an army to rescue! My powerful army may be unstoppable... But! Those cowards! Synth! They used underhanded tactics to gain the upper hand..."

"Nevertheless! I'm sure my army will assist us in our escape once we rendezvous with them... Where you stand right now? This is one of the hidden entrances to the Synth tunnels beneath the earth... We shall brazenly destroy anyone who stands in our way! Or my name is not Caviar of the Night!!!!" He seemed to be really enjoying his speech.

He crossed his arms as best as he could, expecting an applause, though he eventually he would ask awkwardly, "...Any Questions?"
Max
*For most, the desert sands would be unbearable; however, birds have a special sort of foot. They lack much thermal sense there, normally, and can withstand intense temperatures- such as on hot pavement- for hours at a time. Some theorize that this may be due to a lack of moisture in the outer dermal layers; others say birds are just built different.*

*That is to say, any complaining Grim did was mere annoyance.* "What a bother," *He uttered to himself, walking barefoot through the sands- remediating his feet only with the occasional treatment of his drinking water.*

*He came well-prepared, with a thrown-together umbrella and plenty of water. For himself and Mallow, of course.* 

*Through the short speech, he stood firm and at attention, but not particularly interested in Caviar. Instead, he leaded down and whispered to Mallow,* "If anyone hurts you, bite their throat out, sweetie."
Kaitlin
"Gorgeous talismans." Mallow echoed. She had been doing this for the past few hours periodically- reminding herself of what she was fighting for here.

...But Mallow was hot. It was hot, and it was the desert, and she had a coat fit for the peaks of mountains. With every pause, the Skitty was digging in the earth- only idling in the comfort of the cold sand hidden below the searing top layer. If for nothing else, fur so dense thoroughly protected the soles of her feet and allowed her to... Otherwise get by. Like sandcats. Look it up. Let me have this.

"Are the talismans. Gorgeous." Mallow was, apparently, a proficient digger. Helped by the fact that she didn't have to dig a very deep hole to fit herself, she was already half submerged as she waited for everyone to make their... Quips? Arrival? Something inbetween?

With a tilt of her head, she looked up to Grim.

"I know. Pokemon bleed the most there. Unless they are a Magnemite."
Max
"Very good," *He responded. Without a word, he handed her a small waterskin.* "Water."
Geri
❥───────────────────── 🎐 Napori 🎐 


꧁~ A small chimecho nervously clapped her teeny hands together, whether out of curtesy or a need to break the awkward silence.

꧁~ Napori had no need for any boots! After all, she had no feet to burn! Or knees or legs or torso or arms! Napori was all head and three itty bitty hands. Napori made an ordeal about keeping her ribbon sand free, frequently trying to dust it off out of anxious nerves. 

꧁~ The bell was a little happy to have someone she knew! It sent a bit of ease, removing the social anxiety burden that she let weigh so heavily on her. Grim wasn't her closest friend, but he was a notable individual for sure! A real acquaintance. 

◈ **"Are you su-sure we should be goring them-?"** Napori asked, having listened in on Grim and Mallow...

꧁~ Napori was here on diplomatic terms! Surely there had to be some way to settle things without h-hurting someone... R-right?


❥───────────────────── 🎐 Auclair 🎐
Tammy
Cynthia was here as well, though she kept herself a bit further away from the rest of the group. Her facial expression had gone from a "^~^" To a "=_=". It was no wonder the force had them pull straws to see who had to take this. You know, Cynthia thought Anon would take this one for sure. Cactus mon and all, she'd be equipped to deal with this. Seems she wasn't interested though, or maybe she was busy with whatever that other job was. So here Cynthia was, unlucky as ever. The desert was blistering, but thankfully the only heat-sensitive part of Cynthia was her tail, so she was currently holding her tail up with one of her head ribbons. Was still brutal out here, not to mention the motley crew that had assembled. 

Still... A job was a job, and she had to do it right. Her mission here wasn't necessarily to help Caviar, but rather just to make sure nothing foul took place. Precautionary measures. Perhaps HQ already had an idea what this Caviar person was like? She didn't know though. The cowboy hat wearing shiny Wynaut looked to Caviar, completely oblivious to whatever tomfoolery the others were getting into. 

"O' great Caviar of the Night, I dare to beseech:" She figured she'd play along with this for now. "How do we get into this secret entrance...?"