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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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isolé ce soir [c]

POSTED ON Sept 26, 2018 10:00:07 GMT

violence is a necessity.

moonlight beautifully graces the scene of slateport's shipyard, setting the scene for what's to come. it's late into the night, resulting in a severe lack of people in the vicinity. there's something in the air tonight; something haunting, and electrifying. only a single person knows what will happen tonight; the rest are lucky enough to be mere witnesses to something spectacular.

toppling an empire sounds like an immeasurable task, but he's done it before. once a peaceful region, kanto stands fallen as a symbol for what rocket is capable of; what silas is capable of. all it takes is a whistle.

but tonight is not the night. the whistle is yet to be garnered for this isn't the main attraction. this is simply a little treat; for whom, only time will tell.

before malcolm is a sole, isolated luxray that blocks his path. the male electric-type stands still, rooted in his spot as his glare looks to INTIMIDATE. the electricity in the air isn't metaphorical; an ELECTRIC TERRAIN engulfs the near vicinity, leaving the overseer stranded.

what will he do?

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POSTED ON Sept 27, 2018 1:47:00 GMT

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that morning, malcolm wakes to something pressing against his cheek.

when he opens his eyes, there are paws kneading his face. then, the wide stare of an espeon craning her neck so close her fur brushes his face. the red gem on her forehead glows gentle in the early light. as malcolm rises in bed, shifting under his husband’s arm, he looks to the window first. the early risers at slateport market look small – their penthouse towers above slateport, and from their view malcolm can see a calm sea and clear sky.

“ailie’s tetchy today,” malcolm mentions to ian as he shaves, and as the espeon still stands at his feet with her tail curling around his shin. “there may be bad weather later.”

the razor cuts close against his neck.

“perhaps a storm is coming.”

the rest of the day the sky is cloudless. ailie does not stray from his side until late night, when the shipyard is filled with the crackle of static.

the espeon meets the luxray’s stare. she steps forward but her ears fold back, and her prowl is careful. cautious. she keeps her distance. the gem on her forehead glows again, as do her eyes, and she foretells an attack. future sight. but the audible snap of electricity by the waterside of the shipyard draws malcolm’s attention, and he sees only two workers out on a pier some distance away. they're weary. they've not noticed.

ailie can make short work of a wild luxray that has strayed too far into the city. malcolm’s eyes return to his clipboard.

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POSTED ON Sept 27, 2018 4:50:05 GMT

their concern is cast on the wrong target.

from the murky depths of the once-dormant water next to the harbor, a dragalge spews forth and shoots a powerful stream of HYDRO PUMP directly at the espeon. before the FUTURE SIGHT can take its effect, luxray is already quick on the prowl.

the static in the air dances across the dark mane of the electric-type. he lets it engulf him; a strong current flows through him as his feet drags against the ground. in an instant, he zaps forward. his WILD CHARGE is unrivaled as he attempts to ram his entirety into the espeon, who hopefully, should be drenched in water.

up above, thunder cracks. the cloudless skies are no more as dark puffs start to close in; looming, foreshadowing. the overseer underestimates; or, perhaps, he estimates to his understanding; unfortunately, his estimation is incorrect.

the scene darkens.

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the break of water is audible. the dragalge rises with from the water with a target. malcolm’s eyes widen, and his head snaps back to ailie as his hand drops to the pokéballs at his belt.

this is an ambush.

the hydro pump batters the espeon’s side. the force of the water is enough to throw her across the wood pier. she lands with a splatter. each drip of water from her fur makes the static terrain crackle and when she tries to rise she is not fast enough. neither is malcolm. as aegislash leaves his pokéball, the luxray charges into her. the snap of electricity is audible as it courses through her drenched body.

“sgian.” malcolm has to bite back another command. “swords dance.”

force means the espeon hits the wood again. her once pristine fur is burnt and smouldered where the luxray met her body. the shuddering rise and fall of her chest is the only comfort as thunder echoes overhead. malcolm feels the start of rain against his shoulders. the aegislash’s shield is still raised ahead of malcolm, but the blade sharpens under its rhythmic movement.

boxes along the pier provide only half-cover but malcolm makes use of it. across the dock workers have now noticed the fighting. one begins to run, but malcolm can’t. the dragalge is still in the water and its trainer is nowhere to be seen.

malcolm is being attacked by a coward.

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POSTED ON Oct 5, 2018 4:36:11 GMT

cowardice is the inability to act because of fear; silas is far from afraid. he's not hiding, but rather, stalking as he analyzes the situation that's unfolding.

the prior FUTURE SIGHT aided with the recoil from WILD CHARGE is enough to incapacitate luxray, sending him crashing into the ground. with the electric-type grounded, even temporarily, it provides their prey with a chance to retaliate; which he cannot allow.

dragalge sudden appearance is not without meaning as a heavy stream of HYDRO PUMP is sent flying, not towards either of malcolm's pokemon, but at the grounded luxray. the impact sends luxray skidding across the harsh ground; the pain almost knocks him out, but the attack was calculated. it was planned.

outraged, volatile sparks scratch across the surface of the electric-type's mane before flooding his entire body. a violent DISCHARGE is sent across the battlefield. the pulse ripples and silences. and for a split second, it feels as though the world had come to a standstill.

the silence is interrupted by a loud bang! like a predator going in for its kill, the rocket boss steps out from the shadows after having fired a bullet straight at the espeon. whether it hits or not, he can't quite enough. his eyes are on malcolm; unforgiving, and unrelenting.

"surrender."

Malcolm Stone

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