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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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[attr="class","spiral"] Finally, some validation. Fernando closes his eyes to bask in the confirmation's afterglow. It's a point he's argued multiple times before but no one seems to grasp it from the get-go. For that he's thankful but it also in inadvertently builds upon his expectations, a consequence of his loosely strung impression. "Unknown assailants press deep into the objective. You have no idea who's a civilian or an enemy. You're alone." His eyes open and his steps stop. "What do you do?" @iris [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]Going through the scenario is enough to re-imagine the events and how they transpired. How much more could he have done? Not much, Fernando tells himself. He traces his own efforts as a consequence of Iris' hypothetical actions. Time to progress the scenario. "Impossible. You run into third party security. They're just as ignorant as you, serving as a temporary obstacle for anyone who wants to get past. No one regards them and every non-security person in the vicinity tries to sneak past. There's around a dozen unknowns." @iris [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]"You lay down a stun spore. It doesn't work. No one is affected by status conditions. A fire Pokemon from behind you is attacking someone else. Another Pokemon is causing it to rain. Unrelated to that, another Pokemon strikes someone close to you." Fernando continues to moderate the hypothetical scenario in accordance with his own account of what happened. Naturally, he only knows the scene from his perspective and does his best to determine the outcome from what he could perceive. "Several of the unidentified individuals have broken through. Some have not. You send your three Pokemon out and the six individuals they were pursuing split up. One takes the stairs at the end to get to the lower floor. Another decides to create a hole in the floor to drop down. The last one decides to send out a Pokemon to help them break into the first floor from below." @iris [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]A bit more consideration goes into her next plan, something he appreciates greatly. While her choices aren't wrong by any measure, per se, the difference in their train of thought becomes obvious. It gives him a good standing to know where they stand. "You follow the second one down and are about to jump into the hole. Suddenly, the hole erupts in a giant flame." Fernando rubs the butt of his thumb against the nook of his curled index finger, habitually repeating the gesture in a bid to remember. "Assuming you have a water Pokemon with you to put out the flames, by the time you manage that, the floor below you is filled with SMOG. You can hear at least five distinct Pokemon. Multiple attacks are being thrown." @iris [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]Well done. Again, Fernando doesn't agree with her assessment, openly laughing at her response, but picking her brain has given him something to chew on. "You're confident in your abilities to handle the situation. Admirable." He resumes his walk, slowly at first to set the pace until he's assured that his companion is following suit. "Which is fine on paper. But let me reassure you, in practice, it is much more difficult than putting it into words." There's no need to address her lack of concern for her Pokemon's well being, the implication is obvious. Fernando's agrees, viewing his own Pokemon in the same light. Soldiers are meant to be harmed. It's how much they can trade in return for damage that matters. "Do you enjoy your newfound popularity, Foster?" @iris [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]"Depends who you ask." Fernando reverts to his bad habit of providing vague, unsubstantial answers. However, the clear smile he hold speaks louder than any answer really can. "Do you think all the big names have enough time to meet with every Ranger in our ranks. As precious as my time is, you could say that about any of the other higher ups." He's shooting in the dark but knowing the people he's implying, Fernando's near certain at least one of them have approached Iris. @iris [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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[attr="class","spiral"]"That's putting it simply." They cross over the entrance to one of the League's cafeterias and Fernando waves at the people seated for lunch. Not all of them return the gesture, something he's grown used to, but he does so to leave a better impression of just outright ignoring them. "There's a reason that all of the attention is coming in now. Or are you going to play along and string this along for another ten minutes." @iris [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass] |
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