a new year brings new expectations. civil unrest starts to manifest in the form of online criticisms that spike after the three day war. now that the region no longer has to face the threat of megalopolans, the people of hoenn turn to address smaller and more personal issues. will the league rise up to the situation? what about questionable events that have transpired, overshadowed and overlooked in the face of more imminent issues?
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
While he was in Rustboro Samuel had overheard a few people talking about how some wild Pokémon was apparently wreaking havoc in the Rusturf Tunnel and attacking anyone who showed up so he decided to check it out but so far there was nothing.
”That’s odd.” He muttered to himself, looking around to see if could spot any tracks.
”C’mon now don’t tell me I came all the way out here for nothing.”
He wasn’t alone but he wasn’t getting this overwhelming sense of dread that he figured he’d get if there was some berserker Pokémon coming after him. Instead, it was a familiar face that he had not expected to see here.
”What the…?” It was certainly a surprise.
”What brings you all the way out here? Heard the rumors of the wild Pokémon terrorizing the place?” The Pokémon nearby certainly weren’t the culprits.
dominic raises a shoulder in a shrug. sure he was interested in the vague concept of "powerful wild pokemon", but he lacked the energy to personally train them to be useful in any capacity. if anything, he would likely catch them and hand them over to someone else.
"yeah, i was curious. thought i might grab it and bring it back for one of the grunts to handle."
Samuel thought about what Dominic suggested he’d do if he found the Pokémon and started laughing. ”You really think that’d be a smart thing to do?” He asked, shaking his head.
”If the Pokémon’s actually all that powerful I wouldn’t trust one of the grunts in this organization to train it. They'll probably end up getting themselves killed, the lemmings. I swear I've never been surrounded by so many fuck ups before.”
one corner of dominic's mouth quirks into a smirk at samuel's words.
"interesting thought. hey, if they die, they die. i'd just say it was a test or something." the amusement in his tone indicates that he is, in fact, explicitly joking, and does not actually think so little of his colleague's lives.
dominic catches movement somewhere in the depths of the cave but it doesn't pique his interest enough to pursue the wild pokemon any further.
dominic watches samuel secure a capture, thinking over his response for a moment.
"it was going to happen eventually, i can't imagine it came as a surprise to anyone unless they haven't been paying attention." he says with a half-hearted shrug. "walsh will provide us with the leadership we need."
he doesn't comment on the darkrai because that's a subject he's not sure how to even broach.
”I guess so.” He hadn’t been with Rocket for that long and even then his “membership” felt more like contract freelancing than actually be a part of the group.
So this meant that there were some finer details that he was unaware of.
”But I hope this guy can pull it off. Rocket most definitely needs it.” Though Dominic did sound pretty confident in the guy, Samuel guessed if anyone came in the way Walsh did it’d be hard to think that guy was playing around.
dominic hesitates for a long moment, uncertain how much samuel knows about the exact nature of the thing that binds him and walsh, and then raises a shoulder in a shrug.
"sure," he says, nonchalant. "better than i knew cadis. or silas, or his ol' papa." which, perhaps doesn't say much, because even though he had been underboss under all three, their interactions were always limited either by professional constraints (the former) or insanity (the latter).
"you'll like him." he didn't know that - in fact, no he didn't think samuel would like walsh - but he spoke with the same reassuring conviction he used exclusively when talking a brand new teenage grunt through their first mission.