Masculine
28
October 19
Slateport City
Bisexual
N/A
N/A
Just keep running. It's what you do best, isn't it?
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Adrian Malcolm
wilt [c]
POSTED ON May 5, 2021 9:38:14 GMT
"...Sure." Where were they?Adrian had translocated with Gavin after the fallout between Yveltal and the corrupted Lugia. An adolescent had been injured in the incident, though by what methods he was unsure as the personnel beginning to pour into the room began ushering them away, though they seemed distant with Gavin. Naturally he followed after them to that quaint little corner of the Rocket HQ, which might've been impressive if not for the obvious patch job. Either way, it would have to do. Adrian scowled at Gavin's pointed question, wrapping his offhand around the opposing wrist nervously, as if he were stalling. But he couldn't really get around it, not when Gavin had never really given him a proper name to call him by. Well, might as well rip the bandage off..."That thing," Adrian begins in earnest. "The pokemon that attacked us. The one I tried to warn you about, before you idiots tried to hack up that tree..." He wasn't exactly sympathetic to their research, so whatever harebrained agenda they were playing at, Adrian was hardly willing to justify the sheer recklessness. "I've encountered it before."Heavy, exasperated sighs roll off his lips in a series as he tries to surrender a preciously guarded secret. "When I went to lay Howitzer to rest... It had already arisen, and it called on us... Myself, others..." His voice begins to trail off before he grounds himself. "It granted us the power... to see the truth of things." That was one way to put it. Adrian stared at him blankly, expecting Gavin to be at least slightly taken aback at the lighthearted admission. It wasn't every day someone admitted they were an avatar. "Like that girl back there..."Adrian tries to inspire some good faith in Gavin, for what it's worth: "She's going to live. If she wasn't going to make it, I would have seen it in her, uh, aura. And you..."He spoke nothing, but the arc of his brow and the glint in his eyes helped Gavin to infer the implication. Cillian Quinn This oughtta do it
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