[attr="class","nikita"]Typically, he solved the case and left others to handle the clean-up.  He found little need to answer questions about what he had discovered. Such was the beauty and freedom of working alone. When Johanna asks for further information, the detective nearly stumbles. “The riddle referenced its trapping teeth. How it would lay a trap for the man’s enemies.” Perhaps a bit sexist to assume the gender of the buried person, but the creature in mind had always struck him as something more masculine. Perhaps because it was given to stalking and rude behavior.


Before speaking—in case they were being spied upon—Nikita’s eyes dropped to his Houndstone. Seeing him at ease, the detective’s wan, cultured tones emerged. Although they were still more whisper than exclamation.


“I believe it to be a Galarian Stunfisk.” The main pillar’s pattern resembled the five-pointed bite of the creature's two mouths. “If you happen to have one on hand, we may investigate further.” But he did not think such a sedentary, deceitful creature fit the gym leader’s persona. Though he would bristle at the idea of playing graverobber. There were many mysteries on this island, and he wished to taste them all.

The two Pokemon received a nod of acknowledgment. “Thank you for your assistance.” A tight smile was thrown Johanna’s way—a sign that he meant this pleasantry for her as well. Not bothering to turn, Nikita would speak again. “Anne has our rear covered.” He could not see the Intelleon—her ability to camouflage as strong as the Gengar’s—but he had no doubt she was there.

“I suggest we watch our step.” Not only did this place have its fair share of natural traps, but it was also covered in all kinds of manmade hazards. He did not doubt a Rocket would be happy to take a shot at them both.

As if summoning the danger, a Rhyhorn suddenly appeared over the horizon. Upon its back was a masked figure, its front painted with a very abstract skull. “You would think they would learn about anatomy first.” With a sigh, Nikita turned to face the threat. Though he did not feel the typical heat of vengeance swell—this was obviously some punk with the skill of a drunken Togepi.

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[attr="class","nikitatag"]Johanna Joy