Jack couldnâ€™t help but smirk. It was comforting to know that there was at least one professor without some happy-lovey cloth pulled over their eyes.<br/><br/>â€œWell, I figure the majority of the group wants straight through. I can see the benefit of the actual ritual as a study experience, though.â€ Jack offered. â€œGuard duty we can do, eh Irvine? I doubt youâ€™ll have too much trouble beating the hell out of some would-be criminals.â€<br/><br/>Jack took Professor Cozmoâ€™s hand for a handshake and realized how much the man reminded him of the headmaster from his college. The man was a bubbling pot of energy, always throwing himself headlong into any new avenue of scientific interest that some faculty member brought up. It was usually a train-wreck of an affair, but every once in a while he struck gold.<br/><br/>â€œSo I guess weâ€™ll all just pick up our stuff and follow you then, Professor. The guy at the entrance wonâ€™t let us in any other way.â€ he added. He looked over at Irvine and hoped, for a moment, that someone was dumb enough to try something tonight. At least that way Jack could rest assured that at least some fraction of the Sneaselâ€™s violent nature would have been sated.<br/><br/>With Mt. Moonâ€™s history itâ€™d be Rockets. For all their incompetence, the Rockets were still the most menacing of all the â€˜teamsâ€™ on all the continents. Theyâ€™d created that monstrosity called Mewtwo that the scientific community liked to pretend totally didnâ€™t happen, and they some way or another seemed to have created Irvine. Jack doubted that he and the Sneasel would ever move beyond some sort of tentative respect. Well, Jack respected Irvineâ€™s strength, and as a result his potential. Whether or not Irvine understood the idea of respecting him or instead merely tolerated him was entirely outside his knowledge.<br/><br/>Jackâ€™s hand turned Kicksâ€™ ball over and over absently. In fact, he realized, beyond Kicks his team was really hard for him to read. Poor Shades never meant anything beyond the best intentions, but his denseness often worked against him. Irvine was a violent psychopath, and Othello was, well, Othello. Honestly it was much harder to read the Murkrow than it was to read Irvine. Whereas Irvineâ€™s intentions could be distilled to fighting or acquiring food, or at least fighting to acquire his fair share of food, Othello was always scheming something. Unfortunately, Jack could rarely figure out what the bird was up to until it was too late.<br/><br/>Still, if they were going to be doing any sort of night-watch, some eyes in the sky would do them wonders even if the native fauna would potentially give Othello some trouble. â€œAs long as nobody else needs to make use of the â€˜centerâ€™s services, I figure weâ€™re ready to go get set up, Professor.â€