and so, it comes to an end. that was quick.

"shit."

blue balled by the timer, he sighs, leaning back in his chair as he watches her leave.

"yeah. you will."

illeana reyes
round 2!

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as direct as uri tries to be at times, he still feels nervous when the same is done to him. he swallows his nerves, leaning forward as well.

fun.

"these dates are meant to be quick...not sure if we'll have the time to."

his grin persists.

"there are rooms upstairs."

illeana reyes
round 2!

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surprise wears across his features at how easily she knocks the shot of whiskey back. even uri, for as much as he drinks, makes a face as his goes down.

"something fun," he repeats. "we can do that."

starting to feel at ease, he grins.

"what'd you have in mind?"

illeana reyes
round 2!

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"sis, i've only been here a few months..."

not the best excuse, but it'll do. in his defense, most of his time is spent in slateport.

maybe she shouldn't have ignored the sound, because as the sight of the town ahead greets them, so too does a pack of lycanroc.

they snarl, clearly interested in the bag.

"we don't want any trouble..."

gabrielle black
mission!

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they both lack a science background. maybe they should've asked one of the league scientists to be here as well. too late now.

"yes...and what exactly causes the interdream zone? what causes the break in planes?"

that much he understands if only because he had experienced the phenomenon himself.

"do you think someone, or something, instigated it?"

kyle lopez

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the next thing he knows, this bitch is on the boat with them.

"look...i gotta."

because uri swore an oath to serve and protect, and he'll probably die trying to protect this boat and its crew.

his hands extend out if only to help balance himself as a WHIRLPOOL wraps around them.

"shit!"

but he's quick to call out his dusknoir to try and level the playing field.

"get the anchor, billy!"

nodding, dusknoir lurches forward to throw a THUNDER PUNCH.

bryan delarosa
mission!

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finding himself at the right place at the right time, purely out of coincidence and luck, he's one of the first responders to the fire. it ain't looking good.

"shit..."

his milotic slides forward and is quick to summon an area of LIFE DEW that combats against the heat of the flames. it heals those close enough as it drenches the ground.

"those who are injured come over here!"

meanwhile, uriah scans the area, searching for the cause of the fire.

little does he know...

bryan delarosa
++ setting up LIFE DEW to heal those injured
++ searching for the cause of the fire

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why anyone ever sails this close to sootopolis is unknown to uriah. before he has a chance to question the crew about it, trouble comes in the form of a rocket individual.

after a moment to gather his balance, as the boat slowly stops rocking, uri glances at the enemy.

"hell fucking no! not on my watch, punk!"

sticking two fingers into his mouth, he whistles, and from the depths of the water shoots sharpedo in an AQUA JET that looks to collide against the wailord.

bryan delarosa
mission!

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round two and uri is already two shots in. that's not too bad, all things considered.

"date? nope. speed date? nope."

he chuckles, pouring them shots of whiskey before sliding one glass over towards her.

"are you looking for something long-term, short, or..."

a pause.

"oh, shit. my name's uriah, but most just call me uri."

illeana reyes
round 2!

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right. the point of all of these speed rounds is to find a connection, isn't it? and here they are wasting time with bertrand the flapple.

"i'm a detective in slateport. still feels kinda weird saying it as i just got promoted, but yeah, i investigate stuff."

and just when he finishes answering, people around them have started moving to their new pairings. he blinks, suddenly desperate.

"do you wanna grab a drink sometime so we can have an actual date? this went by really quickly."

nina larson

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"this as in...date? or speed date?"

the distinction is important, or at least it is to him.

at her question, he briefly glances at the flapple on his shoulder.

"that makes sense. and this here is bert, short for bertrand."

the red of flapple's skin starts to glow, shimmering in a coat of PROTECT.

"he kinda likes showing off."

nina larson

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imagine dating KING WAYLAND...

"cheers."

shot.

crawling up his back before sitting on his shoulder, his flapple makes its appearance, chirping only once in greeting. or maybe it wants a poke puff, too.

"i am, yeah! i was feeling a bit nervous since i don't really do this much, but this helps." he raises the empty shot glass, smiling. "and you seem really chill, so that helps as well."

"does your togepi have a name?"

nina larson

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what better way to break the ice than with shots of tequila? at least it's the good kind.

"hello! i'm uriah. uri is fine, too."

he smiles at his date, adjusting the collar of his shirt briefly before gesturing to the shot glasses on the table between them.

"shot?"

nina larson

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