sinclair
he / him
twenty-eight
january 4
saffron, kanto
heterosexual
underboss
executive
become as fire, eat the woods. eat the dark and show where i stood
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dominic sinclair
II. NAVEL ROCK TOWER RAID
POSTED ON Feb 10, 2019 4:31:15 GMT
he slips in behind @mercy - having made quick work of the stairs because at least he has the stamina to do that much. the images of paintings featuring the legendary bird pokemon flash by him and dominic has to clench his jaw. he has no intention of trifling with one legendary, let alone two.
out on the platform, it only takes a second, a single spark for the chaos to ignite around them.
"boris? he yells out, a question and a demand. only for a moment is dominic taken aback when the call is made in unison with NIKOLAI PETROV. he takes a moment to regard the gym leader's silhouette through the smoke. only cowards hide behind their pokemon like that. how suitable.
he can't stop the stealth rock, but he's not sure he would have if he could. jayde cross and @mercy branded themselves as enemies by breaching the veil of secrecy, the facade of togetherness that granted them safe passage. jay's too far for him to contact with any subtlety, and the barrage of attacks aimed at him prevent dominic from trying. as it is, he can barely make out anything through the smoke.
the contempt for their rocket "leader" crystallises slowly over the course of their journey upwards and truly comes to a head when dominic sees mercy bleed. the fact that they shouldn't die on the orders of silas, a man characterised by inaction, a man who they seldom see and who commands from an ivory tower, is something he'll raise with her later.
the ground shudders beneath them, and dominic recognises the tell-tale mark of an earthquake. a flick of the wrist is enough to release a hydreigon to his side. the pokemon's levitate keeps it from being threatened by the attack, and dominic curls a fist into the fur of its neck, ready to take to the air if the footing falls away.
the loud noises emanating from Isra Nightingale's pokemon are defeaning, dominic winces, but it's not enough to sway him. indeed, it falls into the background; this is still nothing compared to the sacking of a kanto city. through the smoke, he can make out streaks of figures heading toward boris and the bundle in his arms. unable to ascertain who is friend or foe, no one is allowed to touch the man who is - was - his peer.
a second pokemon is released and scuttles ahead, scales flashing in an iron defense as it seeks to serve as a shield to the defector, protecting him from harm. if anyone grabs on to the man and tries to teleport him, they'll also have to take the 450 pound insect pokemon.
the legendary pokemon, ho-oh, looms overhead. dominic can see the shadow of its wings, the tinging of rainbowed halos of the feathers. the fist entwined in his hydreigon's fur tightens.
≫ ignores jayde cross and @mercy, sorry ≫ releases hydreigon + ready to avoid dmg from earthquake + catch people if they fall ≫ releases scolipede + protects boris + scolipede is close enough to smack anyone who gets close ≫ smoking ben affleck @ all this
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