i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Dec 7, 2018 1:49:40 GMT
[attr="class","gabrielpost"]he kept up with the current events as much as any other news savvy intellectual, though he refuses to watch the reruns on the news (different voices, same ideas). he invests himself in the papers, in the strife felt by the local townsfolk. he's been in lavaridge a week or so now and still, he's noticed an ever-climbing tension in the air.
he ambles about now, gloved hands swinging by him as his vulpix and leafeon trot at either side of him. he has no destination in mind. he doesn't plan on staying in this town for much longer, having exhausted the local bookshop, experienced the hot springs, and talked with a majority of the population. granted, the sudden influx of weary travelers have made him second guess his plan to finally pass through; they bring with them stories he has drunk in with fervor. he's never been one for the hardcore life that comes with tackling the league, and his pokemon aren't exactly accustomed to battling, but darker times have come upon them. his partners sense it, too.
aristotle slows to a stop beside him, head tilted, mouth parted as he chuffs. gabriel turns and follows his partner's gaze, catching the moment where a woman sits idling on a motorbike.
he lifts a hand, small smile dimpling his cheeks. "those things are usually meant for movement," he says as he walks closer. "my apologies. he's naturally curious." he gestures towards the vulpix, of which is intently sniffing at the woman's front tire. his nose wrinkles, tails twitching in unison. spinoza, meanwhile, sits at gabriel's side and observes all parties with a look of disinterest.
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