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Everyone moves and it's a bit disorienting, but the researcher is determined not to be left behind, if he was to compete then he was to give it his best. His mother had been a gym leader for too long for Miles to even dream of disrespecting the challenge regardless of how he felt about it. He's familiar with the gear, but he's not dressed to dive nor does he feel like changing and so he moves to the walls sure to grab a hard hat and the other appropriate gear. He makes his way to the ledges careful as to avoid michiko maeda in his own expedition. Eyes move to Mare, "We're following your lead." The Kabuto begins to scurry across the walls the fossil pokemon seeking out its own beady red eyes scanning manufactured bluff before settling in a spot.

It's a bit precarious one arm is used to hold onto the stone wall maintaining balance, while the second is with the pick ever so lightly tapping the stone slowly eventually prying out what is a piece of fossil. Archeology was a careful study and to rush was to fail. "Not bad at all Mare." He thanks the Kabuto all the while Obelos stands on the ledge overlooking making sure nothing attempts to interfere with the two and their first fossil retrieval



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Fossil Piece 1 - confirmed
Fossil Piece 2
Fossil Piece 3

His appearance on the route has become as common as a wild pokemon. Were he not buried in a lab or out with Stormy chances were Miles was here honing his pokemon and his body in the wilderness becoming stronger with each trip. Theo Beckett had spoken in no few words concerning his noodly arms and over the weeks since his arms had become something stronger, small knocks and callouses had become commonplace an aftereffect of pushing his body in the climbs and hikes across the route. He wonders what will challenge him today.

trading a gacha abra for Thomas Benoit's tyrantrum

"Then that's all the strength I need." He whispers into her neck perfectly still in her arms. the shishi odoshi sounds, again and again, it's lull the only reminder that time still trudged on while they remain entrenched in each other.

"You don't know how happy that makes me." Hidden in the steam he's not the brilliant scientist of rocket, or the grieved son seeking revenge. He's hers and for all his many aliases and personas he favors this one.

"Say that and I'll...." He stops himself barely, "You can't take that back later."

How long they stay like that hidden in the fog he's unable to say, but in time a ding comes from beyond informing the two that their time together had come to an end. Reality's grip begins to tear into their lives as is its nature.

Oh, how he's come to adore her.

Killian Decker was at first glance a very intimidating man, even more, intimidating than Merlino at first glance. He knows nothing about Decker, but then again that was his job. Killian Decker was the head of Intel and espionage in the organization and other than the fact he spent a more than fair amount of time with Alexandra Briarwood he was a ghost for all intents and purposes.

Thankfully for all his transcience, the man is at least conversational regardless of how genuine his words may have been. "It's a pleasure to have good company, I may even be lucky enough to learn something about the famed Killian Decker if I'm lucky of course." The tone remains light as they watch from the shadows. Scientists no more than 7 or so scurry around their makeshift study site. A tent lies at the heart of the camp and the excavation site has about two of the five scientist's focus at this particular moment.

"I believe the job is simple enough, I plan to get a sample from one of the main excavation veins and a few of the stones for testing purposes. Think it's feasible to manage that while staying under the radar? I'd prefer to keep my head out of the limelight for this one, if possible of course." It was what it was and Decker was the more experienced field agent by far. In this decision, he'd defer to his senior's experience. In truth, Miles had little inclination to hurt scientists because they happened to be in the way after all in another life he was one of those scientists.

Open Mission

Gonna grab the FOSSIL FISH in the first!

When he's anxious, and fear begins to cloud she's there. It's an odd feeling to have someone with him like this, but he can't see himself shrinking away from it, shrinking away from her. His head falls against her shoulder, despite his concerns he can't help but think how intoxicating she is even her scent instills a certain peace in his core.

"It isn't." He's honest because the foundation they're building needs to be strong, the weight of their lives are heavy and truth has always proven to be the best stone to build upon. As the words come his grip loosens, that peace she exudes begins to permeate in his veins. He's committed to his path, his purpose is known and he swore long ago that he'd accomplish it.

"But it will be, you don't need to worry." Despite his resolve he doesn't move his head, eyes locking onto the trapinch curled against the stone.

"You're right, I'll set up a meeting this week." He needs to understand more about each of his coworkers. In that he's confident they'll find a shared ground, he just needed to work harder. He'd start with the one whom his concern is most warranted, Cillian Quinn

"I feel bad, you always seem to be the one easing my concerns, and here I thought you'd be able to lean on me a little today." It's a joke of course, but like lies, the best jokes always had a hair of truth in them.

"We're always glad to see a healthy Stormy." His free hand would reach to pet the trapinch who leaned forward before moving across the stone to Stormy's side. Happy to be in the mix between the two in any capacity. "Rude." His eye follows the pokemon to the woman's side before answering her question.

"I was promoted." It's an unsure statement but it's accompanied by a smile. A promotion allowed him deeper access to his organization's resources it also increased his pull within his people as a whole, but at the same time, it's trapped him to an extent. He's bonded further with the organization as a whole and untying himself would already have proved difficult even prior to his promotion. "My research is apparently valued and I think we'll be able to help a lot of people, once we get it off the ground." He hints further choosing his words carefully; his indecision could be felt in the way his fingers curled around hers searching for safety within her fingertips. Stormy had begun to make him feel secure unconsciously and that was dangerous.

"I attended a gathering with my colleagues from other departments soon after the promotion. In our discussions I've begun to have concerns that the goals of my colleagues don't quite align with my own." His grip loosens slightly as he takes a deep breath, "but I suppose that's natural for any job, no?"

It was like a class or perhaps a show? A performance that swore it was predicting the future judging by the movements of the leads. They dance, they fight they twirl into the night. Miles has little interest in the fairy type generally they're out of his field of expertise, And while he admired their grace from a distance at times never did he feel compelled to interact with one personally. Tonight's different he's become entranced in their grace and so he takes the plunge throwing a pokeball out into the den of powerful fairies. Even he could get lucky from time to time.

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The main decides to attack the bulbasaur the poison forcing itself into its veins before it fully collapses a pokeball following soon after. Pain for the purpose of pain was abhorrent, but it was something Backett relished in or at least was more than willing to utilize for the sake of himself. Miles says nothing, refusing to even turn and face the man his fingers hidden in his pocket had long since curled into a fist. He chooses to focus on the question instead.

Did he raise the Empoleon from birth? No, he came upon it through a means more dubious than he cares to admit. However, the pokemon wasn't nearly as versatile as it'd been upon coming into Miles' possession. From his moves to his tactics all those were instilled by the trainer. He had to give the Emporer credit to a degree, the pokemon had found its base style on its own, a style that dealt particularly with his hardiness. The pokemon was made to take and receive as opposed to focusing on dodging. He was built to counter and Miles recognized and capitalized on that.

He returns to Beckett's question eyes surveying the area for his next fight. "Yes." He's sure the man doesn't care about the minutiae and so he answers simply. "Is it the same for your crobat." He asks only to confirm the merciless nature of the elder rocket's pokemon was attributed to Beckett himself.

+ 5 pokeballs
1 type 1 evo: Anorith ----> Armaldo
1 ability capsule
1 devolution stone

1 mega shard
1 egg
1 rainbow shard

PURCHASING

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