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She laughed.[break]
His glare hardened.[break][break]

And with that hardened glare, he peered back towards the bound files and documents he’d placed before him with no shortage of annoyance and distaste. His tongue clicked softly against the roof of his mouth as he lifted a hand, giving the bottom of the binder a haphazard flick in an extension of the impatience that further crept upon him.[break][break]

”If that’s the fuckin’ case, then just lead with that, fer fuck’s sake— the fuck’s the point’a takin’ me on the fuckin’ goose chase fer it?”[break][break]

A sigh of exasperation left his lips before his eyes strayed towards the selfsame briefcase she brought out. He eyed it for several moments before inhaling deeply, flicking a dismissive hand her way as the other found the cigarette he’d set aside once more.[break][break]

”...Just put it all on the table in front’a ye,” he muttered, placing the smoke between his lips again. ”Take the case when ya leave.”[break][break]

He’d worked with her enough times beforehand, but it was nothing more than a personal policy and preference.[break][break]

No one could ever be sure about planted objects and the like, after all.

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(quick ooc: unless ya want a timeskip feel free to toss us up to mod reqs after your next post!)[break][break]

”Blah, blah, blah— yer just givin’ excuses, man.”[break][break]

A string of words spoken so dismissively amidst the flurry of jabs thrown his way. He continued to shift his hands accordingly, occasionally swinging them towards her in an attempted prompt to evade before continuing on with the combination.[break][break]

”Maybe I did— but this ain’t about me, ya shitter,” he shot back, eyes narrowing into a glare. He held his hands firm, though instinctively peered down as one of the later jabs shifted it from its place further back than he’d anticipated.[break][break]

In turn, he clicked his tongue, speeding up the selfsame combination she already, otherwise knew.[break][break]

”Get yer head in the game. Up the tempo. We’re doin’ this two more times after yer next break.”[break][break]

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mission: putting on a front

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The skies spoke volumes upon volumes for all to see, yet even throughout the changes he’d experienced within the warped dreamscape of his home region, some things had never changed— and one of those things had been his lacking affinity for ideals of Heaven and Hell, alongside what may dwell within either. As much as he gradually found himself garnering a broadening appreciation for the stars above within the passing nights, the fact of the matter had been that the specifics of it all had been—and would always remain to be—far from his expertise and interest, alike.[break][break]

Star scryers seemed to become somewhat bountiful.[break]
Whatever they did was their business.[break][break]

So as the others toiled, he merely continued as he was; a mere soldier amidst the masses.[break][break]

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Even throughout the first decade of their residence within the god-forsaken memory they called home, there had been similarities to be drawn between realities both old and new. The struggle for life. The struggle between life and death.[break][break]

The struggle brought upon those whose lives were changed by lost and missing figures.[break][break]

Initially it had been something he intended to distance himself from for none other reason than it being none of his business, yet as the years softened him, and as the years found miracles in continuously molding the seemingly unmalleable clay of his persona, there was a point in which he brought it upon himself to approach both youth and not. Though his involvement within the resource trade had begun to dwindle more within passing and ever-changing necessities within the guardsmen, his connection to it remained, nevertheless. There was a power that he had— one that would benefit those in need.[break][break]

One that he, himself, had needed all those years ago.[break][break]

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The blood upon his hands would forever stain the roots of his being, yet it would be those selfsame hands that forged everything pristine and pure.[break][break]

What begun as simple, sparing interactions with those afflicted by loss and mourning had, much to his surprise, blossomed into interaction upon interaction; fulfillment upon fulfillment; bonding upon bonding. Whether or not it was due to the fact that he’d witnessed much of himself within those poor, unfortunate souls had been something he preferred not to dwell upon too often, yet despite those preferences, the answer had been one he’d unfortunately found himself at ends with one way or another.[break][break]

[break][break]

A silent vow to naught more than the specters of his imagination, truly.[break][break]

Yet those specters had been the selfsame ones that gave him a foundation; a secondary means. Though the idea of genuine intimacy alongside a partner had never quite piqued his interest—the warmth and haste of differing bodies by the sparing nights had always been a fitting placebo for him—it had been the little ones that ultimately found a place within his care. It begun with those that he interacted with over the years, then expanded towards others that came along— and then some time later, the surprise of one of his own from someone within the prior decade’s past.[break][break]

The mother in question claimed to be initially intent within caring for the child herself on account of his past priorities and absences for the guard, though as the years burned on, she found herself tiring more and more. Life as a singular parent had droned on and on enough for her to want little to do with it at all, though by that point, it hadn’t been something he minded in the slightest.[break][break]

[break][break]

For all those he’d taken under his watchful eye.[break]
For those with late introductions.[break][break]

So with a steadfast spirit, alongside an ignited flame within his gaze, he continued on for those ones he’d affiliated himself with. Alongside those fellow, mourning companions he’d met in the past, he organized a place to be equal parts a shelter and home, alike; one to house those selfsame lost souls that found themselves at the mercy of the world’s happenings. A determination to mend their broken, voided hearts had been the driving force for his later years, alongside a desire to train any others who were willing to lend their grit to their own defenses in the light of the carnage that progressively surfaced, and in light of the sparks of conflict that had begun to dwell upon the lot of them within the skies.[break][break]

Whatever he could do to ensure the safety and preservation of his home, he would do.[break][break]

---

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TL;DR:

• The Drip(tm) is officially abandoned
• smoker is his timeskip look
• small retcon: cain's got a seventeen year-old son, now? LMFAO a kid from a one night stand, i guess?? mom got tired of parental life and just dumped the truth about the kid's dad on him, and then dumped him on cain. big shock hours, but let's say he's caring for him as best as he can and making up for as much lost time as possible
• years ten through fifteen: more or less just caring for those that lost friends and family, especially The Kiddos(tm).
• fifteen through twenty: officially starts a shelter + orphanage for those without homes. trains up the older kids and refugees. basically just becomes a dad that plucks strays from the street tbh LMFAO
• dynamax band, yes yes. completely forgot to write it in, but he absolutely would've gotten one at some point, oop
• crafted weapon: a pair of armored gauntlets (bitter blade)

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though the sheen of poison still plagued the cityscape, the conflict—by glance, at the very least—seemed to finally subside. the chaos of it all had initially left him with fleeting footing beneath him as the beast owned by his superior had been struck, leaving him at the mercy of gravity for several, panicked moments before his golurk returned from her crusade, immediately catching him before jetting back down to the earth.[break][break]

with blood boiling amidst stress and adrenaline, alike, he cast a glare among the ravaged state of the area with a touch of the selfsame impatience and the like that so often plagued his demeanor. low, softened murmurs escaped the his lips from beneath the fabric of the mask he wore before he turned his attention towards the corpse of the selfsame bird that was felled—[break][break]

and, by extension, the one that had arisen from its metaphorical ashes.[break][break]

his brows furrowed in confusion and skepticism, alike, as it bounded towards him so eagerly, the trills leaving it sounding clear within his ears as it approached him. the expression upon his face further contorted as it only seemed intent with garnering contact, nudging his leg no matter how many times he attempted to kick it back, even if gently.[break][break]

eventually, he breathed a slow, heavy sigh while peeling the hat atop his head off while closing his eyes.[break][break]

fuck me, man.[break][break]

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more time than he would've preferred.[break]
far more time than he would've preferred.[break][break]

from galar he hailed, and to galar he returned. truthfully speaking, it only turned out to be the most begrudged of ironies, yet as the time passed on, the more he realized that the reality of returning to all that he'd built from tooth and claw had likely been nothing more than a fever dream— perhaps even one as feverish as the selfsame one he'd found himself within. within the beginning days, he found himself idling towards the outliers of the society the lot of the newfound motostoke population had found themselves within.[break][break]

royalty was crowned.[break]
defenses were further fortified.[break]
even those previously allied and hostile seemed to make ends meet.[break][break]

little interest in the lot of it all at first, if not at a complete loss towards it. for all he cared, they could all cater and boast to the masses of the shadows of their former lives— the power influence that came with it all. there were roles to play in the new society, and as far as he was concerned, he'd always vied for a spotlight that strayed from its own glory.[break][break]

so he did what he did best:[break]
survived.[break][break]

days of scouring the familiar-yet-not bounds of the city, whether near or far. days of surveying the local fauna and beasts, though not without concern for his own wellbeing. amidst the scent of blood had been where he found himself most comfortable, so he idled himself within it commonly; many catches being the fruits of his labor between trips to and from the city walls. at some point, there seemed to be someone—SHEBA INOUE —attempting to round up the locale in an attempt to gain a proper sense of rationing and resources.[break][break]

a fine opportunity to gain a proper, steady footing.[break][break]

one he embraced eagerly with open arms for an elongated spell or so, all before word of the selfsame guard he'd heard of made further rounds. unsurprising, clearly, given that any kingdom was nothing without its defenses, just as any place back home—the modern time—was nothing without their legions to defend them. an opportunity to fight, simple and clean.[break][break]

so if fighters were what Callan Young and his masses needed, then a fighter they would have— and even more he would ensure they'd procure.[break]
better to keep himself in practice, rather than rot away with the state of the world.[break][break]

---

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and so the years continued on.[break][break]

military. resources. the balance between both had been struck as well as possible, yet in the end, it had been the former that pushed for more and more of his attention with the prophecies and other issues that had arisen as swiftly as they were quelled; beasts of burden emerging from whatever crevices they could slither from to be singed by the light of day. in the light of it all, however, he was there.[break][break]

needed.[break]
...for once, needed.[break][break]

it was an odd feeling, to say the least. from rags to riches, then vice versa, then vice versa of that vice versa, once more. to be handed nothing and greedily have taken everything, only to have the reverse become his reality within the years that passed in his warped home... to have a sense of purpose aside from survival was awe-inspiring to him. to have a reason to fight for a people, and to defend those of whom he'd originally seen to be stuck with.[break][break]

...all for survival.[break]
all for unity.[break][break]

a change. a change, a change, a change— and one that, in the grand scheme of things, he realized had been something he'd never quite experienced, yet never quite rejected as it finally revealed itself to him. to be a beast so eager to sink his claws within the flesh of the monster called life had been nothing short of rewarding and riveting in years long passed— yet to be a beast so eager to brandish his claws for those of like minds and struggles had been another circumstance, entirely.[break][break]

and so he found himself in the face of prophecy.[break][break]

scarred plentiful, and scarred proud, he readied himself and the forces meant for necrozma alongside the man he'd approached so long ago by then— and by plume's side of the selfsame bird—nemain—that deemed him its caretaker with little care for opinions, as well. the fight had been fought, tried and true. battles upon battles, and yet they still stood tall.[break][break]

and from within their ashes had there been a trophy borne upon his being, not too long after; a glistening set of gauntlets as deep as the very night that threatened them so easily within those trying times. it shone within the light so brilliantly upon his form, and even more so as he familiarized himself with them amidst their flourishes and flames made manifest, lashing so vibrantly before forming into an emblazoned sword.[break][break]

a bitter blade, turned just a little less bitter over the years.[break][break]

---

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TL;DR:

• The Drip(tm) is officially abandoned
• smoker is his timeskip look
• g!zapdos is begrudgingly fondly named nemain
• year one: basically doing his own shit before helping with resources + hunting, and soon after that, militaristic bolstering.
• years five through ten: becomes more involved with the military + guard. look at him, having a Development Arc(tm). love that for him.
• crafted weapon: a pair of armored gauntlets (bitter blade)

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”Ain’t yer fuckin’ business t’know.”[break][break]

No amount of money would change how anything non-professional was above the paygrade, anyways.[break][break]

With a deep, yet quiet breath, hues of amber remained upon her for just a small while longer before he straightened his form; hands shifting across the binder to shut it prior to finding themselves within a light fold upon his chest. Their fingers tapped against the fabric of his attire within a seemingly absentminded agitation.[break][break]

”Ya pay me t’do my fuckin’ job, not run m’mouth ‘bout the shit I got goin’ on.” Though vague, the beginnings of venom dripped softly from his words; an unholy matrimony to the tobacco that preceded it so shortly beforehand. He passed a vague nod to the files resting beside him. ”Get on with it ‘fore ya find yerself needin’ another bloke t’do yer dirty work.”

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by the look of it, big boss man THEO BECKETT knew what he was talking about.[break][break]
figures. it would've been worrying, otherwise.[break][break]

while the underboss sought to reach for the varied crystals lodged throughout the area, he, himself, simply stayed put— because honestly speaking, what other choice did he have? overextend his bounds when someone else already had collection under lock and key? risk falling into the sludge and likely melting alive?[break][break]

it's a fucking metal way to go, but fuck if i'm dying here, of all places.[break][break]

and so with his aegislash in either hand for the moment, he simply remained upon the back of the naganadel alongside blue murtagh and his superior (again, not like he had much choice, otherwise), biding his time until they took their leave. with a careful eye on their surroundings once the beast began to embark upon its flight once more, kept the shield before him while absentmindedly spinning the blade within his grasp.[break][break]

then came the action.[break][break]

action and a command, by the sound of it. far be it for him to object to the hierarchy (at least in those moments), so with a quick, yet deepened breath, he nodded while tapping his fingers against the capsules upon his belt once more, a familiar spark enveloping the aegislash and taking it from his hold, instead replacing it with a golurk amidst a secondary, similar flash.[break][break]

"shatter aid," had been the sole words to leave his mouth before the goliath nodded, floating briefly before disappearing for a brief moment, its trail little more than a ghastly ether.[break][break]

moments after, it appeared above head before careening down towards the armies, gradually tucking itself inward with arms lifted. they beat against the earth amidst the poisoned pokemon, prompting an earthquake to ripple through the ground on impact.[break][break]

---

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TL;DR:

• The Drip(tm)
• me? forgetting my post 'tilt he last second? haha... hahaha...
• very quick observance hours in the cave
• heading back to the action with The Rocket Squad(tm)
• aegislash is recalled.
• golurk is sent out.
• golurk uses earthquake as close to the center of the army as possible
• roll: 97 + 10 = 107? assuming a 100 cap??
• code breaking hours again lessgooooo

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despite all the time he'd been away from galar, he couldn't imagine how much more lackluster it could ever be compared to how he saw it— yet as he stood there within the bounds of the shithole surrounding him, he found all of his expectations and thoughts easily shattered and disproven.[break][break]

all that left his lips, at first, had been a low, "tch..." in distaste before he began to scour the clearing.[break][break]

with little time to waste, the righteous seemed to scatter across the bounds of the broken city, and honestly speaking, he had half a mind to follow suit after seeing the boundaries begin to be fortified. it was only when the familiar note of a superior met his ears that he paused, shortly, in favor of peering over his shoulder just in time to see THEO BECKETT and blue murtagh begin to take their leave.[break][break]

another, shorter glance into the city had been all he bothered before following in tow, though not without giving the latter a brief, returned glare in return.[break][break]

the trek following had been equal parts familiar and unfamiliar, all the same; littered with no shortage of differences and discrepancies from the memories he harbored. as attention was brought towards the carts, he gave them a passing glance before beginning to walk by.[break][break]

he only picked a couple ores for himself before turning his attention to the mine, afar.[break][break]

"hell if i know, but if they're ripe fer the takin', they gotta be worthwhile...[break][break]

as worthwhile as dreamscape objects could be, anyways.[break][break]

and a worth dismissed soon after pocketing as the path forward only continued on. with a skeptic's eye, he eyed the bridge before looking towards the two as they climbed atop the beast offered for passage. his eyes narrowed briefly as he mulled over his options, though before he long, he breathed a low, reluctant sigh before following in tow, once more.[break][break]

all the while, however, the gallade accompanying returned to him, instead replaced by an aegislash that manifested, soon after. the rocket reached out for both parts of its being soon after, carefully shifting himself closer to the front of the naganadel's back before lowly whistling.[break][break]

held firmly within his trainer's grasp, shimmered faintly while positioned forth in a king's shield.[break][break]

---

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TL;DR:

• The Drip(tm)
• rocket squad hours.
• cain, pockets some of the ores.
• aegislash uses king's shield for group protection. y'know, just in case.

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A little bit of recon foiled by whatever the Hell was in front of him, then, huh?[break]
Figures.[break][break]

Add it to the growing list of things he hadn't thought he'd experience, truly— and with the possession he found himself under being the metaphorical cherry on top. At first, his body tensed upon the energies of the Calyrex enveloping him, though before he could so much as lift a finger in defiance, his body simply fell...limp.[break][break]

His body, limp. His voice, echoing blandly and with an uncharacteristic flatness.[break]
The shit of it all was that he felt every single second of it.[break][break]

So, needless to say, once the creature's Psychic relinquished itself, a breath escaped his lips within a heavy, airy rush, all while his muscles—controlled and willing—tensed themselves once more as he began to brace himself for the earth beneath him. Even then, one power led to another, and as a sheen of blue enveloped him once more, he found himself gritting his teeth in confusion and agitation, alike, while scrying the scene for the source of the second Psychic.[break][break]

His eyes fell upon SHEBA INOUE before long, his brows furrowing beneath his guise as he lighted down alongside the support from her Pokemon. With a reluctance in light of his situation, he allowed himself a moment to catch his breath while waiting for his feet to touch the ground, wasting little more than a moment to find his Gallade and regroup with him soon after.[break][break]

"Fer fuck's sake..." he murmured, soon looking towards the selfsame creature that briefly played puppeteer to him shortly beforehand. "Just bring me wherever. Literally. Anywhere."[break][break]

'The sooner I fuck off, the sooner I can get away from that thing.'[break][break]

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TL;DR:

• The Drip(tm)
• cain is Angry(tm).
• oocly, put cain in whichever city has the least people.
• no question is asked.

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So close, yet so far away. With the webs removed from the entryway to the tomb, it wouldn’t have been long before he, alongside others, found their ways inside— or so he thought, at least. Having been caught amiss by the sudden, lingering fear and paranoia that struck his core was already bad enough, but the series of events that followed?[break][break]

Being blocked by a sudden barrage of stone?[break]
Being forced into the ground beneath him?[break]
Literally anything and everything that ended up happening?[break][break]

And to top it all off, that damn beast let out another, nastier ring that resonated throughout the route. For a second time (much quicker than he thought it could’ve happened again, much to his chagrin), he felt the strength leave his body all at once, crumbling onto a knee and instinctively burying a fist within the ground beneath him as a means of support. His breath left his lungs as quickly as he tried to retrieve it once more—shakily—as he grimaced beneath his mask; a worn expression that only found itself amplified as the feeling of earth encasing around him folded itself around his form, though not without jutting violently against his chest in the process. What was lost had been found, and soon lost once more as the air found itself forced from his lungs within a brief, crushing sense of pain.[break][break]

He hadn’t even had the chance to see what was happening beyond before a darkness enveloped him.[break][break]

For how long, he hadn’t known— just that when he came to, once more, the crushing feeling had left him, and that he found himself upon what seemed to be…grass. No different than the route before, but as he lifted himself with a soft, hissing breath, he gazed across the painted lines along the field while holding his chest.[break][break]

Familiarity.
Home.[break][break]

He hadn’t known how he’d found his way there, and frankly, he couldn’t have cared less. Though home was where he thrived, he still had mixed feelings at the thought of Galar (something about the people and the system there burning, for all he cared— a bit morbid and ironic thought, given recent events). Something about shitty upbringings. Something about bad experiences.[break][break]

He eyed his surroundings—and by extension, the people around him—for a short while before inhaling deeply as the ache allowed him to, watching as his Cinderace found her way back to him before tapping her Pokeball and the one by it, recalling her in favor of sending out a familiar Gallade.[break][break]

”Give us a ‘lil somethin’,” he sighed, a careful and watchful eye upon those around as he gradually began to circle towards any and all he may have recognized from the Rocket base. He side eyed the dual type as he gave a nod, conjuring forth a Life Dew in addition to any other means of support and reprieve that were thrown out.[break][break]

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TL;DR:

• The Drip(tm)
• cain gets an Ouchie(tm).
• cinderace is recalled.
• gallade is sent out.
• gallade uses life dew for nearby allies, 'cause y'know, extra healing never hurt anyone.

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”There ya go— now yer gettin’ with the fuckin’ program.”[break][break]

With those words, he breathed a low, sighing breath while beginning to clad his hands within the selfsame pads he’d taken off some minutes prior. His head turned towards her as he returned to the same spot they’d been at before their break, and with a small, silently judgmental and annoyed look (’Really?’ it practically screamed), he rolled his shoulders before holding his hands up before him.[break][break]

”We ain’t doin’ nothin’ next, though,” he went on, furrowing his brows as a faint, coy smirk settled upon his lips. He flicked one of the pads towards her as if goading her on. ”Ya still ain’t got the combo down. We ain’t movin’ on ‘til I say ye’ve done good enough.”[break][break]

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mission: putting on a front

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”The fuck d’ya mean, tell ya ‘bout the process?” he sighed, his gaze hardening beneath a shroud of further annoyance as they trailed along any and all details provided for him. He breathed in deeply once more, briefly slipping the cigarette from his lips prior to breathing another, slow stream of grey out, all while flicking tube between his fingers to rid of its ash. ”Use yer brain t’think ‘bout it.”[break][break]

He turned another page, though allowed his eyes to stray towards her, once more.[break][break]

”More info I got, the better I can do, and the more I know ‘bout what boundaries I can cross. I know ‘bout her friends? I can prep for ‘em, and they could help me get a better route in.” He tapped the cigar a few more times, though seemingly in a more absentminded manner, rather than intentional, as he narrowed his eyes. ”More I know ‘bout ‘em, the more parallels and connections I can draw. Maybe they’re fuckin’ dirty as shit, too, if not the friends— blackmail ‘n scapegoat potential. Maybe they got bad blood with people— that’s even more context t’get.”[break][break]

He glared at her for a while longer before inhaling deeply, setting the object within his grasp into a nearby tray for a simple spell.[break][break]

”It’s insurance, fer fuck’s sake. Yer the one payin’ good money, and yeah— ye’ve given me good shit in the past. That ain’t mean I don’t do research fer my safety, my benefit, and t’make sure yer gig goes smoothly.”

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