Gavin Merlino
he/him
36
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
creatures of habit, carrion flowers, growing from repeated crimes.
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Cillian Quinn
calamari inkantation ]m/c]
POSTED ON Jan 9, 2021 16:25:26 GMT
"I sincerely doubt that," Gavin says; his grin disguises the errant thought that he'd never called his own father anything but 'sir'. Eyebrows arch at the sound of a familiar name. "I do know him, actually. One of the Rangers. He and I ran together during the Pokeathalon during the summer, pulled a few leaderboard spots. Man, I'd have killed to see the look on his face."
Razz Kingsman struck him as serious, focused on business more than pleasure. Perhaps that perspective was skewed by the fact they'd only ever interacted during jobs or sporting events, but...
"You've met our resident royalty, then?" Gavin's tone is a touch dry. It was not knowledge among Rocket that Gavin was Galarian, nor that he'd been raised in such a manner that he resented the royal family. Remiel Calcifet was different, because he was Rocket; the underboss had a problem with the station more than the man. "Calcifet's all right, once you get past the pomp. Yes, that's what Corviknight did."
His attention shifts to the bird, which was now pressing its body weight against the plump whale to physically roll it toward the waiting ocean. Not once did the bird complain of its task. Gavin looks back at Chu-e Choi.
"Found out what it links to, yet? I've got a couple, myself." He gestures at Corviknight, then adds, "Metagross, Steelix, Alcremie."
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