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[attr="class","star2-nastya"]"We find a way. Don't we, Johnny?"[break][break]

The cyclizar lets out a snort of affirmation that shakes the earth and splits eardrums, sounding just like an engine. [break][break]

She laughs the question off. Kid's still green. Doesn't know yet, you don't go askin' questions you don't want an answer to. [break][break]

Best not tell him too soon. He'll figure it out, eventually.[break][break]

"He's a beaut, ain't he?"[break][break]

She grasps the handle bars around the dragon's collar, pressing against the kid from behind. Her laugh is in his ears as she reacts to his muted enthusiasm. Her breath on the back of his neck. He's trying to keep his cool.[break][break]

"Way I see it, Navy? Monroe can stop me if he can catch me. Til then, well... [break][break]

"Your law don't mean much if you can't enforce it, hmm?"[break][break]

A spur in the dragon's hide and he rears up on his back haunches in anger. The woman keeps Navy steady, holding herself and him on the drake. Finally, he shoots forward, wind and smog blowing through their hair. [break][break]

"Y'know, Navy... Noticed you never asked my name. Ain't that what good boys like you 're trained to do?"[break][break]

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It felt good, being this close to someone. Navy was a young man caught in the most vibrant time of his life. An older man, one so far removed from the teenager on the bike as to be a different person, would laugh about how different life seems at seventeen. There was novelty to every experience. The wind was in his hair. A woman’s soft body pressed against his back. Try as he did to play it cool, he couldn’t deny how nice she felt against him.[break][break]
Her hot breath against his neck. Her voice was music all its own. Without thinking, he gripped the handlebars and leaned forward. Johnny and his owner did all the real work, but that did little to dampen the sensation. He reveled in the rush of blood. After quitting his job, he finally started to feel alive again.[break][break]
“Yeah, screw Monroe!” Harsher words echoed in his mind, but he kept those to himself. Even if the mysterious stranger was a woman of the streets, his brain reminded him she was a woman. Given how she curled against him, he did not need much of a reminder.[break][break]
“Wasn’t ever much of a boy scout.” The line came out smooth as silk, all natural. He does not need practice to assure someone of his low character. “Not my style. Not my scene.” Looking back over his shoulder, he questioned her with steel eyes.[break][break]
“What’s your name, then?”

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[attr="class","star2-nastya"]He's got all the exuberance of a younger man. Rough around the edges, not yet worn smooth by the wear of time. Even a diamond needs polish to truly shine. Riding a cyclizar like this'll do all that and more.[break][break]

Just give it ten years. [break][break]

"Yeah. Fuck 'em."[break][break]

She offers an unseen, wry smile at his clunky agreement. He can hear it in her raspy whisper. Uttered low under the rush of the wind, practically right in his ear. Johnny bucks wildly beneath her, and she clutches one arm around his chest as she leans in closer, taking a corner onto the turnpike. [break][break]

"Nastasya. But call me Nastya if you like."[break][break]

Keep it casual. No last names. [break][break]

Not that she'd have any to give. [break][break]

Her name belongs to the streets. A moniker taken when she was almost still a girl. She'd always adored the characters from those overseas novels, discarded for pulp among the streets but filled with so much wisdom and hope -- those words washed into the gutter now, like all good things in this city. [break][break]

"You'll wanna hold on! Johnny gets a little rowdy!"[break][break]

But that was how a man should be.[break][break]

The drake beneath her runs faster than any other vehicle on the roadway, swerving wildly, tearing apart the asphalt, cutting through the wind, carting Navy away to places unknown. He seemed to go fast enough he was liable to take to the skies at any moment, with every bound defying gravity more than the last. [break][break]

--And the woman clutching the boy tight, hooting with excitement in his ear, laughing, finally content. All her malaise melted away. All her anger shed behind her. Only a memory now. [break][break]

For the first time since he met her, for the entire time he would know her, her voice rang out with joy only at this precise moment of a ride, when the steed she rode upon threatened to leave everyone and everything in this city behind, to grow wings and be rid of it for good. [break][break]

+ Navy

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Michael Navidson

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Sheriff

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In the warrior's code, there's no surrender. Though his body says stop, his spirit cries, "NEVER!"

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POSTED ON Apr 6, 2024 21:57:33 GMT

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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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Anastasya Morozova

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THERE IS A FIRE IN ME[BREAK]
A FIRE THAT BURNS

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He never, for years and years and years, paused to consider the absurdity of the circumstances. She could have been anyone, selling him any line of crock. She could have been bad – and, in many ways, she was. She was the wrong sort of woman, and that was exactly the kind of woman he always liked the most.[break][break]
There, with the wind whipping through his short hair, he was vulnerable. She could have slipped a needle into his neck. His organs could have been harvested within the hour, or he could have been carted off to Arceus knows where. No one would remember his name except Gabriel Navidson. Even Kyle, in the course of his duties, would forget.[break][break]
Maybe that would have been better. His fiery death would be the ashes from which a hero would be born. He would spread his wings, soar. The world would thank them, in the grand scheme of things…[break][break]
…but that lost little brother wouldn’t. He alone would give silent, oblivious thanks for Navy’s continued existence.[break][break]
All good things must come to an end. The ride ended on the wrong side of the tracks, at the appointed place near a row of anonymous warehouses. They stretched endlessly on the street, rows of graves built upward instead of down. Inside, cast in great iron coffins men called shipping containers, were the prizes they came here for.[break][break]
When Johnny came to a stop in some quiet, inconspicuous corner of the place, Navy stood up and got off, trying to forget all about how soft her body felt against his. A flash of red brought forth Ole Ironsides, a Skarmory far too young for that name. Golden eyes regaled them both, possessed of keen intelligence. He understood at once what he was looking at.[break][break]
“This here’s Ironsides. He’s my guy. He’ll help us up onto the roof. Nobody ever looks up in this city.” And how could they, with so many problems on the ground? Ironsides offers them a ride, until they perch on the roof. There isn’t much foot traffic. Security guards did as they always did, watching their phones and reading books without a care in the world.[break][break]
“Find somewhere to perch, bud. Let us know if anyone spots us.” Rolling his eyes like a teenage girl who had just been told to be home by ten, Ironsides took off. He perched on a water tower just down the street. Skarmory aren’t uncommon in the city. Rangers have their hands full with them. Nobody here would be the sort of person to report him.[break][break]
“Lead the way, Nastya.” He liked the way her name tasted in his mouth. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.” He took to this like a fish took to water after trying his very best to breathe air for half his life.

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[attr="class","star2-nastya"]Eyes follow the dark shape of the Skarmory, fluttering off into dull, glowing skies. She takes the opportunity to take a drag on her cigarette, offering it to the kid next to her while she scopes out the warehouse across the street. [break][break]

"No reason to look up. Lights choke out all the stars, anyway. Just like everything else in this city."[break][break]

So close to the city, you can't see anything else. Just this place. Like it was the only place on earth, a sole beacon in the night, the only civilization in this dark, cold universe. Maybe there really was nothing greater, nothing outside these city limits. Like places spoken of in myths and fairy tales, they were just imagined. Perhaps none of them really existed. [break][break]

Occasionally you'd see people from out of town, people dragged in from greater hoenn, or sinnoh, kanto, those sorts of places. But they came here to live, like they were born from the ether. None of them really existing til they hit the Slateport streets. They may have had memories, stories from these other places, but those didn't matter in a place like this. Here, the only things that mattered concerned the city itself, like some great monolith, drowning out everything.[break][break]

She sighs. [break][break]

"Right, then. Ear to the ground. Remember, they see a flash of light, they'll know we're here. That's why, when you toss your ball..."[break][break]

She drops it, crimson and ivory rendered black in the dark on the streets. The both of them are bathed in white light for a moment, and a gigantic quadruped emerges. It glances in their direction, sizing up Navy suspiciously. [break][break]

"-- you hit 'em fast and hard!"[break][break]

There's a single moment between those words and what comes next. A congealed bead of energy materializes in front of the Metagross's mouth, and it opens its maw wide, the shockwave rattling the surrounding buildings as it unleashes a hyper beam. The explosive beam lasts only a second, but it rips open a hole in the wall of the building across the street like it was made of paper. [break][break]

"C'mon!"[break][break]

+ Navy

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Michael Navidson

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When he saw the crossed X on the Metagross’s face, the boy knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was out of his element. Fully evolved Pokemon like that, back during the Monroe days, were a rare sight. They were the sort of thing reserved for money shot matches at the end of a long League pay-per-view event. Only top level trainers had one Pokemon like that. Metagross, as Navy understood then, were hard to raise.[break][break]
His eyes betrayed none of these thoughts after he took a moment to compose himself. In the span of that moment, they shot wide, betraying immense surprise. When it passed, he was back to playing the part of a cool, composed halfway crook. Looking up at the metallic supercomputer, he nodded and favored it with a grin.[break][break]
“Man. You look like somethin’ off of a champ’s team.” The Metagross, having been given its orders, was too busy carrying them out to make some attempt at conversation. Light gathered around its eyes…[break][break]
…and then, this warehouse did not seem nearly as secure as it had been the moment before. Power, sheer power, the kind of power that veterans of a long war not yet fought would consider small ball, blasted apart the warehouse. While there was some property damage, it seemed to Navy more like they were cracking open an oyster.[break][break]
His ears rang. When Nastasya spoke, he couldn’t hear her over an empty hum. Navy imagined the city outside, the people living their little lives, and how they must have all stopped to stare in silent awe at the explosion.[break][break]
The cops would be there soon. They had only a few minutes, tops. That terrible realization, its implication of consequences that would affect not just him but the brother who depended on him, forced him into action.[break][break]
Stumbling about in the ruined warehouse were some men. Most didn’t have their senses. Caught in the blast, they were too busy processing what had just happened. Some managed to keep a quarter of their wits. One such man rushed to release his own pokeball. A boot kicked the ball from his hand, sending it flying across the floor.[break][break]
Navy’s fist came down upon the man, savagery this stranger didn’t deserve. A few furious blows left the face a ruin. Someone behind him screamed. A gunshot rang out through the sound, a candle before the inferno that Metagross unleashed.[break][break]
Ironsides screeched, flying down just in time to make the bullet ping harmlessly off his armored chassis. Navy wasn’t alone. At his side was the finest sword of their age.[break][break]
“Grab the fuckin’ loot!” He shouted, too hurried to remember his chauvinistic aversion to saying naughty words to a woman.

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[attr="class","star2-nastya"]Chaos, pure and total chaos. [break][break]

A complete "fuck you" to whatever law and order Monroe thinks he's enforcing on the streets. A beacon for all in the city to see, opening salvo to a conflict that had been boiling just under the surface for years. A match, to set off the powder keg. [break][break]

Now it was all in the open. [break][break]

Half the guard are stunned, wandering around blind, deaf, and dumb. The rest are in a panic, trying to regroup at a moment's notice. None of them prepared for this. How could they? What kinda insane person blows half a warehouse away with a hyperbeam in the middle of downtown?[break][break]

That's what they were counting on.[break][break]

"Go! Hit 'em all!"[break][break]

She instructs her Metagross, and the supercomputer immediately puts all its processing power to use calculating the most efficient way to tear apart what little remaining defenses are available. It races across the street and begins to take down guards with all four of its arms, climbing through the wreckage with no concern for the rapidly-spreading fire or wicked-sharp edges of twisted metal. [break][break]

Behind Nastya, Johnny lifts her onto his back with his snout. She tears off on her bike, straight into the hole her Metagross just tore in Monroe's ass. A few screeches of tires and from men caught off guard, and the Cyclizar circles around, headed Navy's way, covered in blood and weighed down by an impromptu meal. [break][break]

It stares at him hungrily, moving straight at him. For a moment it seems as if it's about to devour him, before it leaps over his head at the last moment and cuts a man down with its tail -- a man the green kid hadn't noticed in his haste to rush into the fray. The cyclizar screeches to a halt beside Navy, staring at him warily with his mistress riding atop him. She grins down at him with a fanged, wild shout.[break][break]

"Doin' good, kid! But don't just fight with your hands, use yer pokemon, too!"[break][break]

She gestures to the Skarmory before her Cyclizar tears off behind a stack of boxes. Gunshots, screams, and the violent roar of a dragon erupt in her wake as she fights her way forward, leaving Navy to clean up after her. [break][break]

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Sheriff

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