Michael Navidson
He/Him
33
October 13th
Slateport
Heterosexual
Elite 4.
Sheriff
In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"
GOODBYE GALAR: RUSTED SWORD
POSTED ON Jun 8, 2023 1:40:42 GMT
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“Frankly,” Navy says to Melody Miro and Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki as the dust settles in the train, “thought we were goners there.” He’s sprawled out, Hattori briefly appearing from his ball to cushion the trainer’s fall. The train’s stopped. There’s still problems to deal with in the train. Poisonous claws that bring to mind the siren song of the abyss, gasses.[break][break]
As in Hoenn, so it is in Galar. If there’s a million problems, you just haven’t spotted the million and first.[break][break]
“Good job, ladies.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he stands up, steps out of the train. Breathes in a hearty lungful of Motostoke smog. His inland empire, treading on the border of his conscious and subconscious, tells him he will know this smell for a while yet. It’s the stench of civilization, which he told himself he was escaping when he moved to Dewford.[break][break]
“Guess we should—”[break][break]
Then, mid-sentence, all hell breaks loose. Reports fly in that the gates are under siege. Not far away, a monster rises from the train station. Navy’s already jumping up onto Valkyrie’s back. If the Spectrier has some protest towards its new name, it still hasn’t voiced them. Indeed, Navy and the horse seem to be taking to one another quickly.[break][break]
Listening in on the comms, the gym leader thinks Callan Young has the right idea. The name of the game is to draw it away from civilian centers, keep it away from the Pokemon Centers. Some might say these peasants are meaningless, shadows of memories. In Michael Navidson’s mind, real and fantasy don’t matter. There are simply those he must protect. The best defense is a good offense. Decisive action, like a swinging sword.[break][break]
“Young, this is Navidson. Gonna help you draw it away from the civilians.” Callan can’t see it, but Navy’s smiling. These are the moments he lives for, when life and death are decided on the edge of a spinning coin. “Let’s see if I can draw it to the stadium.”[break][break]
“Let’s ride, girls.” Whether he goes alone or with the two women in tow, he spurs Valkyrie on. Its speed is astounding. With explicit directions given, it turns into the southern wind Navy mentioned before. It rushes at a breakneck pace, bounding across rooftops, making jaw-dropping landings. It navigates this cityscape like it is nothing but flatland.[break][break]
Rushing through the stadium, Spectrier stops on the pitch. Navy’s sharp eyes fall across the field. He finds what he’s looking for: an announcer’s booth. Seeing where the trainer is pointing, Spectrier bounds up there in short order.[break][break]
It’s pure luck that this place seems to be in working order. Fiddling with a few switches, he brings it to life. The lights come on, the stadium hums with static that indicates he’s live. With these speakers, he can be as loud and obnoxious as he wants – just what he needs to be to pull that big pile of garbage away from civilians.[break][break]
"What’s up Motostoke? It’s Navy, here at the stadium. To all the locals, I know things look bad.” Having grown up in Slateport, the detective is used to how far these speakers carry. He’ll be coming in loud and clear all the way to the Pokemon Center.[break][break]
“But listen up! Your high king sent us! We’ve got his steed with us and everything! He sent us here to save you guys from whatever’s outside the city walls. He sent us here to kick this big pile of garbage’s ass! So sit back, relax, and let us take care of this for ya! We’ve got some of the best trainers in the world defending you all!”[break][break]
The grin grows cocky.[break][break]
“And to you, garbage man, you think you’ve got what it takes to take us on? Come on up to the stadium.”[break][break]
If this thing has the capacity to understand him, Navy thinks it’ll come. Even if it doesn’t, he just made a lot of noise. Nothing pisses giant monsters off like giant beacons of noise and light.[break][break]
“Showtime.” He says to the others, running up to the top of the arena. Standing on the lip of the grand stadium, looking out at the cityscape below, he sees the monster. Even if he is nothing but a speck, he wants to be seen. He wants to show the people of Motostoke that he’s not lying, that their king cared enough to send his own horse with them.[break][break]
“Let him have it, Valkyrie!” Coalesced darkness forms in the gift horse’s mouth, darkness it has been drawing towards itself all day. Its nasty plot is about to pay in dividends. From across the city, Valkyrie launches its shadow ball at the massive pile of sentient garbage.
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+ tl;dr[break] Navy speaks to Melody Miro and Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki after they nearly get killed in the train crash.[break] Hears Callan Young talk on the radio.[break] Decides to help Callan draw it away from the Pokemon Center.[break] Mounts Spectrier, rushes for the stadium.[break] Turns on the lights and loudspeakers via the announcer's booth in the stadium.[break] Tells the people of Motostoke that the king has sent them to help and to not be afraid.[break] Taunts the dynamax mon.[break] Rushes to the top of the stadium, looking out over the city.[break] Anyone who looks can see Spectrier.[break] Spectrier uses a shadow ball that was empowered by the previous round's nasty plot. [attr="class","credit"] milky[newclass=.arties]font:11px roboto;--accent:#9efffe;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties b]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=.arties i]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=.arties a]text-transform:uppercase; font-weight:bold[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokesprite]color:#32a852; background:rgba(0,0,0,0.1);border:1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.2); margin-right:10px; margin-top:5px; padding:5px; filter:grayscale(90%); transition:0.5s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pkspr:hover]background:rgba(0,0,0,0.2); filter:none; transition:0.5s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokeclass]text-align:right; width:520px; [/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokeclass img]background:#2b2b2b;border-radius:100px; border:1px solid #solid 1px #232323; border:1px solid #232323; margin-top:-30px; padding-bottom:12px; transition:1.5s; margin-left:8px; box-shadow:2px 2px transparent;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .pokeclass img:hover]background:var(--accent); transition:1s all; box-shadow:2px 2px #232323 [/newclass] [newclass=.arties]position:relative;[/newclass] [newclass=.arties .credit]font:bold 15px poppins; transform:rotate(90deg); position:absolute; bottom:55px; right:45px; color:rgb(65,65,65); text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #232323, 1px -1px 0 #232323, -1px 1px 0 #232323, 1px 1px 0 #232323;[/newclass] ·
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