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Callan Young

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POSTED ON Mar 23, 2022 11:04:02 GMT

Welcome to Pacifid Islet Where six strangers will challenge themselves to their limits for the grand prize of 250,000 PD.

That was what was advertised, but sadly enough, neither he, nor his mission partner were going to have any of that prize money. Instead, they were here as rangers, operating for the League to check if there were any serious difficulties that would pose a challenge for an average civilian. Reality TV show was not something that Callan watched, but if the contestants really were staying here for a period of a month, he'd be surprised. For him and his partner, they'd only need stay as long as it took to review most of the place.

A silver haired trainer stepped out of his flying Corviknight taxi. Pale skin, ruby red eyes, and bitterly unadjusted to harsh sunlight. THe myriad piercings that he refused to remove glinted heavily in the sunlight, as his trainers dug into the sand. He wore a plain white tee and a pair of distressed slacks. Adorning his fingers, wrists and neck were various accessories of silver and onyx. The only thing that indicated he was a trainer of any kind, was a large backpack slung over his right shoulder, with a camping kit jutting out of its blue top.

The islet was a tropical zone no larger than six or seven kilometers, but it was densely packed and tropical. A wide berth of sand stretched across the shore where Callan landed, the sun was beating down, turning cool air into temperately warm environments. He could smell the brine of the ocean, and the heavy musk of forested areas, undoubtedly teeming with Bug Pokemon. With any luck, he could start to set something up while he waited for his partner to come over.

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POSTED ON Mar 29, 2022 3:21:29 GMT

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Listen, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, and sometimes what a girl’s gotta do is hangout at an uninhabited island because some production company wants a toxinology expert to make sure it’s not full of any super poisonous plants their new show’s contestants might try to eat or something. It seems pretty straight-forward to Ceri.
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She’s taking it as a paid vacation, obviously.
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One for which a stranger will apparently be joining her.
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Much like him, she had arrived by air, because travelling by sea rarely sits well with our budding Galarian scientist. It had only been a couple of hours, actually, and by the time she sees the Corviknight taxi approaching the island, she finds herself doing no more than sitting at the beach – waiting.
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Needless to say, it doesn’t take much effort for her to find her new temporary colleague, and it’s with a bright smile that she approaches him… But her Salandit approaches first. The black and white lizard runs towards Callan Young, curious as ever and not seeming to mind how warm the sand is.
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”Hey!” Ceri calls out, positively beaming.

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POSTED ON Apr 1, 2022 4:08:13 GMT

The trainer replied, as he approached his partner, and her Salandit. Callan's eyes moved first towards the poison lizard slithering towards him with eyes of curiosity. "Hi," He began, somewhat cautious, kneeling down towards the poison lizard. Male, he thought, as his hand moved down to scratch its head. Contrary to the females of the same species, the males were more docile, save perhaps, in the presence of another Salandit, around a Salazzle. He crouched down, setting his backpack over the sand and unclipped the first pocket to take out a rawst berry, and handed it to the Pokemon. "Gonna offer it to your Matriarch?" He grinned, before standing back up and moving towards Ceri.

A young woman, late teens to early twenties perhaps, smiled at him with incandescent cheeks, the crow's feet did not slip between her eyelids from age. He found himself returning it. This was the smile of a person who was able to emulate joy like a plate of brilliant armor. And with her bright, brown eyes, oval face, and long brown hair tied in a organized but elegantly dishevelled bun in the brilliant sun, she was like the prmoise of a happier, prettier youth that he had thrown away. He looked miserable, in contrast. "Hey." He replied, his voice was gravelled from cigarettes. When he smiled, his eyes did not. There is something off. He thought, "You're Ceri, right? The toxicologist? I'm here to help out with your research."

He placed down his large duffle bag of supplies, removing what seemed to be like steel rods that jutted out of the backpack, placing them on the ground. "Do you camp out often?" He asked, "I don't know much about poisonous fauna, so I'd probably help you out with anything you need for an assistant. I can set things up, while you work."

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