Doug's gaze snapped sharply towards an approaching form, bloodshot eyes twitching warily.

Oh, it was just Dr. Eva.

" 'Ello, Captn!" He said, regaining some of his more traditional cheer as he stood ramrod straight and saluted the superior officer, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Got deployed on this lovely night as well?"

More help was always appreciated, specially from someone like Eva. The doctor could be trusted to not set anything on fire.

Hopefully.

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The rush of adrenaline pulls a fierce smile from Skyler's lips, mixing with the heady warmth of victory as she looms over his prone body on the grass, painting a tempting picture under her molten silver gaze. Captain Dross finds herself following an appreciative path up his throat and over to his cheekbones, even as his words bring an amused scoff out of her.

Her taunting reply gets lost somewhere in her mind, adrift in a breathless haze at the brewing storm within ocean blue eyes - staring up at her. A shaky, weak exhale escapes her lips, and she finds herself brought to utter stillness, enraptured by the sight of whatever lurks in those oceanic depths. 

He shouldn't be looking at her like that.

Slowly, the fierce smile that had pulled at her lips fades away, replaced by the ravenous beat of her heart. The captain almost recoils at the feel of Angelo's fingers tangling in her hair, mischievousness and temptation fading into some unknown that rattles at her chest mercilessly. 

"Angelo..."

Lips part in something that might've been a plea, or a command, soon forgotten when Skyler's head shifts slightly to follow the teasing edges of a thumb being pressed into her cheekbones. Nails dig into wide shoulders, almost punishingly, as his hushed words wash over her in uneven whispers.

Captain Dross finds herself leaning into Angelo, blond curls fanning over her shoulders and tumbling onto his. A finger is pressed onto his lips gently, though mercury bright eyes do not stray from his own blue eyes.

"I would go anywhere..."

Fight anyone. Destroy anything. 

Something is lost in translation then, or perhaps a simpler truth tumbles from her lips in a hushed whisper, the tight grip the captain keeps on unacknowledged truths (even to herself) eroded away by a bottle of tequila. Plain in the strain of her voice...

"Just to bring you back to me."

Skyler looks at Angelo like she’s searching for some higher truth in the shifting of his turbulent ocean eyes. Her next words are whispered over his lips when she leans down, less of a confession and more a statement of a fact. Irrefutable.

"You're home."

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John Sullivan looked like a hot mess. Eva frowned when she was met with bloodshot eyes and a somewhat on-edge demeanor. The formalities from the young man pulled the frown into a small smile. She hated shit like that but discipline and respect were well woven into a military’s customs. Eva returned his salute with a somewhat casual one of her own, “As you were,” she grumbled softly, raising a brow towards him, “Are you alright, Doug? Your pokemon?” she asked with legitimate concern. She couldn’t have her favorite 2nd Lieutenant hiding anything that might put him at risk.

“So, what can we help with?” she asked with a smile, motioning towards her and her Machamp.

Notes: 12/15

Eva and Syah, the Machamp, want to help clean

Gwyar nodded, smiling as he clipped the pokeball to his belt.

"Of course. It should do him some good as well; absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say." He said.

Once the little guy experienced a knight's training, he would miss Michiko's lap.

News of a new Avatar being choosen soon reached them, people running past shouting at the top of their lungs as if delivering the gospel in medieval times.

Gwyar frowned ever so slightly.

"Another one?" He said, glancing back at Michiko as she spoke. Just like the news indeed. "Yes... Far too many, I would say. What is happening in this land?"

Why were the chosen few appearing all over Hoenn now? Several things had happened already in that borderline cursed land; was something worse yet to come?

The man reached into his pocket, brows furrowed as he felt around for his phone. He needed to report this to his superiors immediately. He glanced over at Michiko, furrowed brow softening slightly.

But...

"Michiko." He said, offering an arm towards the woman. "Are you in need of an escort home?"

Things had calmed down, but there were certain to be people to be taking advantage of both the chaos and the aftermath. Oldale and Petalburg were close to one another, but he couldn't shake off the feeling...

He could make his report later. The festival grounds were not an appropriate place anyway.

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Doug dropped his salute with the doctor's permission, shaking his head at her question.

"No, I'm not." He confirmed, huffing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "M'valentine night got ruined by this hot mess. Had to fly in all the way from Ever Grande at subsonic speeds just to barely make it."

It wasn't like much would have happened if he hadn't been pulled away- but he had wanted to spend more time with her anyway. He had even taken a proper, by the books, asked for permission before-hand, legal break, and he had still been called to action, despite Ever Grande being nowhere near Oldale.

Just his luck, really.

He sighed.

"But don't mind me, Captn'. The boys and girls are fine, I'm the only one bein' a prissy lil' prince 'ere." He said with a rough chuckle.

He glanced at her Machamp, grinning wide at it and holding out a fist for a bump. He had come to love these guys after meeting noah faber's.

"No clue! Dunno what else Zac has in store. Gonna have to ask 'im, he's the boss of this operation."

Zac's instruction came next, and Doug did as asked, staring in wide eyed wonderment as the man began to... Quite literally grow plants. Doug blinked, wide eyed. He had heard speaking to the plants helped but this was ridiculous!

"Uh... How 'bout lending me a hand at the garden later, eh?" He said jokingly as he watched Zac speak with Bulu. "Got some Passho's I would like to see grow proper within this century."

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It hadn’t even occurred to Eva that it was Valentine’s day until Doug had mentioned it. And this certainly wasn’t the way anyone wanted to spend it. She felt bad for the boy and recognized the disappointment. Eva had been there too. There was a time Eva had attempted a shot at a normal life but being caught up in her line of work didn’t allow for the opportunity. After a few failed attempts at even just dating, the doctor accepted the reality that it just wasn’t in the cards for her lifestyle. She hoped Doug wouldn’t have to settle for the same, lonely fate, “I’m sure you can make it up to ‘em,”

Syah grinned, returning the boy’s fist bump with one of her large, clenched fists.

Eva then cautiously turned to look at Zac Ramsay . The doctor was skeptical, at best, about this whole ‘avatar’ thing. Sure, the Bulu seemed to be in control now, but what did that mean for the future? Pokemon and humans becoming one was . . . well, against all science she was taught. People weren’t meant to have such power. And what if that power fell into the wrong hands? dahlia goode’s words from the press conference echoed in her head.

She moved back in line with Doug. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she started watching what Zac could do. It was unnatural, but beautiful. The power harnessed life and death, destruction and rebirth. Her eyes flashed back towards Zac. It was a lot of power for one man to have. Hopefully, he would wield it wisely.

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Eva watches in awe, and with a bit of concern, as Zac starts to utilize his avatar powers

Doug gave the doctor a wry look, locking fingers behind his head as he sighed.

"I sure hope yer right." He said; he hadn't been doing a good job as of late.

His dumbassery had gotten him in hot water recently; scalding water, actually, and he deserved all of it.

He hung his head at the memory, groaning just at the thought, his hand casually reaching under the doctor's head to try and jokingly push up her jaw.

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He gazes at her as if she’s some terrible being, unaware that the very same feeling floods her veins. That while her statements are spoken with utmost conviction, something in her trembles when his fingers intertwine with her own. That when his voice stumbles and falters, fading into the brush of her lips, her breath falters too. That when a single word is released into the empty space between them, carried on wishful tones, her throat tightens in response.

Home...

The way his nails sink desperately into the back of her neck is reflected in the sudden tightening of her grip on his hand, hopelessly attempting to hold on as something terrifyingly fragile blooms in the meeting of their lips.

And although the alcohol in her veins robs Skyler of some of her awareness, it does nothing to erase a dawning knowledge, looming undeniable within the space between her heartbeats. Swelling into a tidal wave of familiar ocean blue, ready to sweep her under and drag her away into unknown depths.

One cannot fight the ocean. She would be a fool to even try.

The festival carries on somewhere below, the last dregs of festival fireworks popping in and out of existence above them, gone completely unnoticed by a silver-eyed captain. Her eyes are instead drawn to the whispered plea that floats up to her, ragged and strained against some unknown emotion that claws at her own throat, begging to be let out.

“Always.” It is barely a whisper as it makes its way past her clogged throat, yet there’s no hint of hesitation to the word, as bold and unrelenting as the captain herself and the tides she so often sails. “Unless the sea takes me first.” Because the ocean was and would always remain her first love, set so deeply into the weave of her soul that it was indistinguishable from her essence.

But the second?

The second one had stars in his ocean eyes and mischievous promises in the curl of his lips. He breathed out pleas like they were distant dreams, unaware of the heart already clutched in his calloused hands. And when Skyler’s lips descended to brush over his own in a gentle kiss, the truth that remained stuck behind stubborn lips spilled out. Unnoticed.

I love you, Angel.

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He could almost feel the romance in the air for people other than him. Just his luck; this must have been because he bragged to Chu-e Choi about spending his time with someone special.

Karma always seemed to pick on him. Cranning his head back, the youth brought his hands to his face, blowing a long sigh out before turning his gaze to Zac.

"Oi, Zac. Mind filling us in on the plan? Gonna make a monument to commemorate yer Avatarship or somethin'?" Anything that distracted was fine.

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