"your name. i've known who you were since that night, mr. morales." it would be a shameful display if he hadn't.

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he nudges a head in the stags' direction.
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"settling a dispute?"

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what clued him in? the fact he was nearly 7', red-headed, scarred, and missing one arm? no, it was the name. a common name, if anything.

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"indeed," he confirms, expression non-pulsed, "any relation to professor morales?"

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<3
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councilman, boss, sir, even mr. black — all his usual names, or titles. football dad was something he'd never have coined.

[break][break]he suppresses the sigh.
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"gabriel." how did this man not know the name of his boss's boss?

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ollie morales
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gabriel's eyes narrow. her taunt is left unanswered, his concern shifting to the last piece of information.
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could he use it to bring the ultra beasts to him? or, perhaps infusing himself with more of the energy, is the key to his project?
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"then why do they not you? what makes you all immune?"

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gabriel stood at the end of the range, watching as league and ranger cadets practiced their pokemon's abilities against the dummies at the far end.
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his own pokemon, a number of duraludons, worked on their LASER FCOUS + FLASH CANNON combination. they were doing well, but, could always do better.
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turning, he sees a familiar face moving towards him.

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"you've not been out of the game that long," he playfully, if you can call anything he does that, chastises freya.
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"should you gain the favor of rayquaza, then you would be a valuable ally. i'm not in the business of alienating my allies."

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"patience," he replies simply, "while others race towards a goal, i take my time, weighing my options." it had its downsides, of course. he was nearly twice of the age of all the league's ace trainers, and he'd stand little chance against them as it was.
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still, they would understand the concept one day.
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"come, sit. let's eat. the day has been long, and i am hungry."

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"very well, captain."

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gabriel retrieves two pokeballs, releasing their contents onto the earth beside him. two duraludon appear, each coming up to about gabriel's mid-section each.
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"spread out: stagger artillery."
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fast, despite their appearances, they move an equal distance away from gabriel. there, both lean forward, placing their oddly-shaped appendages down and onto the earth, rotating them to form grooves of leverage.
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satisfied, they both open her jaws, the left-most one charging its FLASH CANON first. as it unleashes, a small shockwave pushes dirt and debris up. with the artillery in the air, the other begins to charge. the pattern begins to repeat, each strike guided by a LASER FOCUS.
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"you have your cover-fire, captain."

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in the effort of expediency, gabriel steps in. he wasn't an avatar, nor could he be considered one of the regions top trainers — but he had coordination.

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a symphony of ivory flashes light up the area, reminiscent of lightning strikes, and the pride of house Black descends upon the group. half a dozen lions, even one of shadowy origins, push down sandy dunes and strike with impunity.
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"we've wasted too much time. end this."

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his eyes follow as his son points out each person in attendance. already, the non-descript men and women that had arrived with him, were maneuvering their way into their groups.
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"that you did," muses the councilman, taking another sip of the bitter liquor. "come with me," he orders, pushing away from the bar with drink in hand, "do you recognize those people?" the ones he came in with, that was.

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gabriel nods, obliging her request. pushing himself from his seat, he moves to the mini-bar on the far end of the room.
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there, he retrieves a crystal clear ball of ice, places it perfectly in the center of a small glass, and pours the whiskey over.
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he places it across from him on the desk, in reach of melody.
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"and what of the commissioners opinion?"

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