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!"
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“I remember Aslan.” The Sheriff says with a nostalgic smile. “You had him the first time we went for a ride. Good guy.” That seems like a lifetime ago, October. There was still a meteor in the sky. He was still on the sidelines. An occasional beer with Kyle after the two amgios drifted apart, a hushed conversation with Thomas. Those were the only hints he ever had about how bad things truly are in Hoenn, just under the surface. A truth hidden from sight, from the people enjoying this ballgame.[break][break]
A truth he too must now safeguard. For people to be safe, Hoenn must have guardians. The few must suffer so that the many…[break][break]
…can go absolutely ballistic as one of the players does the unexpected. Some unassuming kid, no older than 19, in a ‘3’ Jersey, knocks the ball out of the park. Navy hears the masses go wild. They stand, they cheer, they pitch a fit. It’s excitement. Jubilation distilled down to a consonance of sound that puts every band in Hoenn to shame. Bliss. Fervor. Every man and woman in that stadium sees themselves in that unassuming player, sheepish now that the time of his tribunal has passed.[break][break]
He takes his run along the bases, as all men must. The camera focuses on him. Westwood’s face is beet red. Navy is curious about whether he will try and make a call against this player. The Sheriff hopes not, for the umpire’s sake. If Josh’s story is any indication, these people barely tolerate him as things stand. A call against the hero of the moment would see him torn apart.[break][break]
When Josh returns, he finds that there are people waiting for him outside the door. Children. Four, ranging from seven to fourteen. The eldest, a boy with long blonde hair, looks embarrassed to be there.[break][break]
“Mister, Mister, are you really Josh Devlin?!” A nine-year old girl with blue hair and pigtails ask. “We saw you on the big screen. Can we get your autograaaph?”[break][break]
Navy simply smiles from inside the box.[break][break]
“Looks like you’ve got fans, Josh.”
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