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Postdormitum Mission: Comms, vs Alba Evovae

And quite literally out of nowhere, a young man in tattered, burnt uniform came flying, falling on his face several feet away from Alba and remaining unmoving.

A thin cloud of pinkish fog was about him, dissipating into the air. A former InterDream zone captive, perhaps...?

"Ugh." Was the first sound to come out of the body as it slowly, the youth languidly moving to pick himself up, spitting out some dirt before picking up his cap. He muttered darkly to himself, clearly patting dirt off himself for what must've been the umpteenth time that day. "I hate this damn place."

And then, he finally noticed Alba, briefly glancing over him and seemingly ignoring him before snapping back towards the man, eyes wide.

"... You're not league personnel." The youth said with far too much confidence, brow twitching.

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Postdormitum Mission: Comms, vs Alba Evovae

"Hilarious." The youth said with red, embarrassed cheeks, squinting at the man...

Click.

And pulling a gun on him.

"Yeah, no. Arms in the air, Mister. I'm bringin' ya in." The youth huffed. Surely people understood by now that publicly aligning yourself and working with a terrorist cell was grounds for an arrest...?

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Postdormitum Mission: Comms, vs Alba Evovae

"If yer so bullet averse, joinin' Team rocket might well've been the worst mistake of your life." Doug replied bluntly to the man, gun still trained on him.

His tense posture, intense concentration, and frowny face might well fool anyone into thinking he was a stone cold killer who would pull the trigger on a dime.

With his luck, the guy would call his bluff and realize the youth was all bark and couldn't hit a live target to save his life.

"Have you looked at my uniform? I'll take the easy win, thanks." He replied shamelessly, shrugging his shoulders at the man sardonically. "Do you really wanna fight over this? With how things are nowadays, you'll be in and out of jail in a couple of days."

It felt almost ironic to say it with his own mouth, but it was the truth that the rate at which most rockets came in and out of prison was almost clownish.

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Postdormitum Mission: Comms, vs Alba Evovae

"Wouldn't matter even if it were; your guys just love blasting in and out prison." The youth said with an eyeroll.

He really wasn't about to get into a debate. Not here, at any rate. This guy spoke like a smarty pants, which meant he should probably just keep his mouth shut, lest he get embarrassed. Arguing with Rockets unprepared was a recipe for irritation.

Wait, what was—?!

BANG!

Smoke rose from between the other man's legs.

"... I don't see, that's the problem. Hands where I can see them, mate." The youth said, gulping.

Holy shit, holy shit— his finger had slipped! Good thing he couldn't shoot for crap, or— fuck!

A bit more self consciously now, the youth slowly shifted his finger off the trigger, minding his trigger discipline while trying to play it off as a warning.

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Postdormitum Mission: Comms, vs Alba Evovae

And then there was a Porygon.

"... You're lucky I'm Kantonian." Spat the youth moodily as he reluctantly shoved the gun back into its armpit-holster, releasing an irritable groan. "Can't you folk just give me a goddamn break?"

Nothing to it, then. Battle time. What did he have left...? He patted himself for pokeballs not containing tired or KO'd or dead pokemon, visibly flinching whenever his digits happened to fleet over one of latter, before finally finding one.

"Shit." He grumbled, sweat rolling down his brow. Deep end it was. "Time to work, Riff!"

Through the ball forth, a Staryu appeared into the scene, floating in the air briefly as it took in the situation in front of it.

It was briefly confused to find itself in the familiar(ish) habitat that was the Ultra Deep Sea, but also, to find that both its trainer and the rocket across from him were perfectly capable of breathing...

What?

"Don't question it." Doug quickly tried to brush off the Staryu's confusion, simply shrugging at him. "Just focus on your opponent— we've got our work cut out for us."

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Postdormitum Mission: Comms, vs Alba Evovae

"YoU'rE tHe OnE wHo DeCiDeD— do you think we can just ignore you people when you're out and about?" Scoffed the youth at the older man, irritable as ever. "Do us both a favor and just go back to being a useful member of society, jeez!"

After all the shit he had suffered that day from the absolute menaces that were the rocket new blood, the last thing he wanted to hear was this guy's victim blaming.

"Do you have any idea how many people have died—?!" He began to lecture the man— only for his Staryu to get blasted and knocked flat its nonexistent ass, the other man sprinting away. "Wha— HEY! COME BACK HERE!"

He waved his fists in the air as the other man sprinted away, attempting to follow only to find his path blocked by not-so-cute-anymore Porygon.

"Riff, I could use your help here!" Beat. "Riff?!"

K.O'd on the ground, the starfish what.

"One attack, REALLY?!" What?! He had never been trained! And It was super effective! "Goddamn it!"

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TALLY
+10 MP per IC post (x6)
+50 MP for KO'd Pokemon (Staryu).
+50 MP for participation in a Postdormitum Battle/Mission.
+100 MP for completing a Postdormitum Mission.
+300 MP for "losing" a Postdormitum Battle/Mission.
TOTAL = 560MP