Navy
He/Him
32
October 13th
Slateport
Heterosexual
E4; Gym Leader
Sheriff
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"
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Michael Navidson
Cut Supply Lines [Postdormatum]
POSTED ON Apr 9, 2023 18:52:20 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","arties"] There’s a moment, after the shock wears off, where they think they might have a chance. Four on one? Each with at least three Pokemon? Those are good odds. Heck, great odds. With odds like those, they might even win some prizes at the game corner.[break][break] The punks go for their pokeballs.[break][break] When another man walks up beside the errant detective, they pause. None of them, Navy included, recognize the guy. He’s another nameless soldier on the battlefield. His voice carries respect. It’s an officer’s voice. That they can all recognize. Beyond that, they’re clueless.[break][break] The odds are suddenly not in their favor. These punks aren’t dumb in terms of Intelligence Quota. They’re young idiots, but they’ll grow out of their idiocy if life doesn’t cull them first. Their eyes all dart to the men’s belts. Six pokeballs each. Most of Navy’s are housed in ultra balls to boot.[break][break] Two show they’re a bit smarter than the rest. Like a certain young punk in the opening scene of a movie about Fear and Loathing, they cut and run. Drop their pack, make for the surface. Time to go home and rethink their lives. Navy doesn’t stop them. What the newcomer does is up to him.[break][break] “Aw come on, man!” One of the remaining two says, slapping his temple with his hand.[break][break] “More money for us.” The man dressed like the most stereotypical grunt in the world hides his apprehension with a smirk. He’s the first to pull out his pokeball.[break][break] And what does he throw out?[break][break] A Raticate. In its defense, it doesn’t look that weak. Perhaps it’s a well-trained specimen. It snarls at the two older men.[break][break] The other trainer throws out a Glaceon. Not the best pick. Still better than a Raticate.[break][break] “Look at that, old timer. Their ‘mons don’t even have any synergy.” Scared as Navy is, thrown off his game, shaken by the pull of a primordial sea, he manages to sound cocky. It’s just a part. An act. Trying to scare them straight. Navy unslings a ball with swagger.[break][break] Roland, his Gallade, spills out of the ball in a flash of red. The knight assumes a ready position, psychic energy forming along his curved hand-blades.[break][break] “He knows life dew. Throw out whatever ya want, Roland will back you up.” Navy doesn’t care if they hear a hint of his strategy. The more he gets inside their head, the better it’ll be for him and the mysterious newcomer.
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