It was remarkably relieving, to be assured that he knew his Pokemon. Such a simple thing.

"Thirteen?” Memo parrots, arms crossed. “Oh, wow, that’s a lot. You must be busy.” He ran a hand along Titanic’s head. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve found?”

Eva Morales

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Even though he deserved all her scorn, it still stung.

He trusts you, for some reason.

Maybe because we're in love?

He swallowed his protests, the same ones he’d had with Alex-- he was changed, hell, even Kaida had been changed, after the third scan. But there would be a time for that, later.

“He’s still healing,” Memo said, and this, too, was the truth, “and, besides. He has a lot on his plate. I’m Fortree Ranger Captain, now, by some miracle, so. This is my job.” He left out the part where he really didn’t want to burden Alex with any more stress, right now.

He felt his mouth quirk up, couldn’t stop what came next: “And as far as trust, well, for as much as you dislike me, I trust you’d stop me from being beaten to a pulp by some lowly Rocket. You’d want to do it yourself.” He tapped the side of his still slightly discolored and crooked nose. “I remember.”

Snagging the earpiece out of the air, he said, “Will do,” and let her depart without any argument. Sibella cocked her head at him, ears perked with curiosity, but he waved her off.

“I deserve it. C’mon, let’s finish this patrol.”

Kaida Adachi
dawn of a new day: defend!
feel free to create some chaos <3

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Sibella titled her head, ears flexing forward, listening as Alex spoke; Memo pressed a hand into her white ruff. She trilled, the fur down the length of her body rising and falling in a wave, and then he stepped back so she could flap her wings and take to the sky, spinning airborne in a characteristic Sibella flair, before she lifted up and over, flying in an S-pattern in Gabe’s wake.

It was rather comical, the Salamence diving forward like a knife, and the Noivern going in slick loop-de-loops behind him, calm as the day is long.

“Yeah,” Memo said, sort of distracted, watching his dragon go, “I-- I get it.” And he did, but he-- he worried. Alex should understand what that was like.

He exhaled sharply, turning to Praxi.

“Once they pull the swarm off, you’re on your own. You’re okay with that?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop nannying. Jeez.”

The dragons were within sight of the hive, now; Sibella chirped at Gabe, turning upside-down beneath him, then peeled away, spitting an arc of fire down on the hive and flaring out to circle up and around.

Alexei Ivanov

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