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POSTED ON Jun 12, 2021 11:51:13 GMT

[attr="class","beck"]"giona."

he approaches from the side, almost appearing into frame. he carries a candy bar in his hands, unwrapping it before he stops close by. he raises it, takes a bite, then peers down at the other.

"with the vibrava, yes?"

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POSTED ON Jun 12, 2021 15:49:33 GMT

Giona had quite the week. The conditioner he got from Rockets Against Rankness stripped the dye from his hair, he'd gotten a fresh undercut. He wore a white button-up and black slacks, with a matching tie and boots. If anyone looked at his left arm or shoulder they'd see a series of lightning bolts curled around the muscles, like a tribal-pattern tattoo.

He sidled up to a coffee machine, and hit a 16 oz cup with powdered cream and sugar. He leaned on the counter, turning to face Theo in a way that made his dangling earrings jiggle. Out of the corner of his eye, Theo arrived and moved to center-frame. It wasn't difficult to tower over the 5'7 man.

"Flygon, now. It's been a long week.--Anyways. You called, Sir?"

flygon. female. levitate. sand tomb. dig. bulldoze. crunch. sand attack. dragon breath.

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POSTED ON Jun 13, 2021 11:15:58 GMT

[attr="class","beck"]"oh."

it's almost impressive — the only thing stopping him from voicing it is the uncertainty of how long it's stayed a vibrava. could've been years. but he doesn't bother to ask.

instead, he jumps straight to the point.

"how good at battling are you?"

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POSTED ON Jun 13, 2021 16:41:15 GMT

It’s almost impressive. Almost. When he served with a landscaping company that paid dues to Rocket, he picked up a Trapinch and Electrike to stop them from interfering with work, or being put down. That was two years ago.

Now came the moment where a bead of sweat ran from his forehead to the side of his fresh undercut. 1.5 millimeter long hairs, and they could still stand on end. He was about to deflate his mystique. To make himself a mere rodeo clown, like he did infront of Lulu. He raised a brow.

"I’m capable of raising strong pokemon. I know that for a fact. I just don’t have the it factor of a truly great battler like Gavin. Why do you ask?”

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POSTED ON Jun 13, 2021 18:49:36 GMT

[attr="class","beck"]the mention of the underboss almost makes him chuckle. but like always, the desire is lost to the multitude of layers he's spent years building.

"gavin never had the it factor when i first met him, and while i didn't train it into him, he did come out of it a decent battler, capable of holding his own."

hard work trumps natural talent — he's always believed that much.

"i could do the same for you."

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POSTED ON Jun 13, 2021 19:37:24 GMT

It’s almost impressive. Almost. He was informed that training could bring him to that next level. He winced, thinking about how he only made it out of Fortree alive out of the mercy of that Ms. Llewelyn. Who could’ve just strangled him, right then and there, and Killian too. His eyes lit up when this was presented to him. He flashed a weak grin, that didn’t reach the skin around his eyes.

"I’d jump at the chance to train with you. To be strong enough to repay my debts to the Rockets. The people who caught me when everyone else let me fall.”

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POSTED ON Jun 14, 2021 11:00:50 GMT

[attr="class","beck"]"good."

to demonstrate, he clicks his tongue, then whistles.

"we'll work on commanding your pokemon without speaking."

he turns but doesn't step away just yet. he lingers, gaze falling back to giona.

"you free right now?"

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POSTED ON Jun 14, 2021 16:37:26 GMT

He was met with Theo whistling. Giona had the general idea down, but it was unrefined. More like siccing an attack dog on someone than a complex command. He downed his coffee quickly, then topped off his cup again. The machine was empty, so he paused to put a new filter in and push the button to brew a fresh pot. Giona needed to tamp down his appetite, even as he got a little more wired.

Theo turned back to him, and asked if he was free. Giona held up a finger, and waited until the coffee kicked in. Until a light in his eyes fought back his fluoride stare. He then pushed off the counter he leaned on with his elbows, standing in line behind him to exit the break room.

"I’m ready when you are, Sir.”

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POSTED ON Jun 15, 2021 14:31:28 GMT

giona ferrara and Miles Sharp like this

[attr="class","beck"]"good. grab me a coffee and meet me in the training facility."

he turns to leave, indifferent to whether giona's trailing behind him or not. it changes little; he soon arrives at the facility and he calls out a pangoro — the same one that had decked Miles Sharp.

who knows if this training session would end the same way.

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POSTED ON Jun 15, 2021 15:16:09 GMT

He was met with Theo requesting coffee, before he trailed off. Giona was familiar enough with the submarine for it to not matter. He dutifully filled a second 16 oz cup, and hit them both with one packet of sugar. Giona felt a twitch between his ears, as if craving a smoke break already. Nonetheless, he walked off towards the training facility.

He slipped into the doorway, handing a paper cup to Theo. He dug around in his pockets, turning them each inside out. 6 pokeballs with kohl-black tops and red undersides clattered to the ground, and he looked aside with an arched brow for approval, before calling Flygon with a red beam. He then quickly gathered the rest into his pockets.

"I’m ready when you are.”

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POSTED ON Jun 18, 2021 13:43:22 GMT

[attr="class","beck"]he raises the paper cup to his lips, slowly sipping at hot coffee that would've otherwise scalded. regarding the flygon with nothing more than a shrug, he turns his attention to giona.

"no speaking."

and with a sharp whistle, the battle commences. pangoro closes the distance, throwing a BULLET PUNCH right as it nears.

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POSTED ON Jun 18, 2021 22:01:59 GMT

Giona had to steel his nerves, having been challenged directly. He was still restless from not having a smoke recently, and had to bite it down. He settled for slowly downing his entire cup of coffee. Chugging it at a leisurely pace, not stopping until the cup was empty.

Flygon was struck and rolled like a long, flat car being flipped over. It sprung back up, hovering in place on jade wings like a hummingbird. Giona was challenged to take his whistling command further than the level of siccing an attack dog on someone. He produced a low note, throat still scalded by hot coffee. A low-A, somewhere between genuinely whistling and simply expelling air. Flygon keyed in on the exhaling part, responding to Pangoro with Dragon Breath. A forceful blast of orange-tinted air, tinged with a Dragon's jouissance.

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POSTED ON Jun 19, 2021 10:31:20 GMT

[attr="class","beck"]beckett has run through this training drill countless times that he's lost count. it's nothing new, nothing groundbreaking, but it just might be for hoenn's rocket.

an orange-hot DRAGON BREATH blasts through the air, flames licking at pangoro's thick fur but not enough to pose a serious problem just yet. it lowers its arm, listens for a click that follows, and sends another BULLET PUNCH into flygon's belly.

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POSTED ON Jun 21, 2021 2:27:30 GMT

Overjoyed. The sign of what seemed like a breakthrough. Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll eat for the rest of his life. Trying to hit specific notes while whistling seemed to be an eye-opener. The fact that he hadn't up until now was like fighting with a hand tied behind his back. He grinned at Theo, before looking back to the battle. He'd thank him, but he had to honor the no-talking rule.

Flygon was struck and rolled like a long, flat car being flipped over. It sprung back up, hovering in place on jade wings like a hummingbird. He produced a low note, this time with purpose. A low-A, somewhere between genuinely whistling and simply expelling air. Flygon keyed in on the exhaling part, responding to Pangoro with Dragon Breath. A forceful blast of orange-tinted air, tinged with a Dragon's jouissance.

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