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Michael Navidson

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Sheriff

5'10" / 177.8 cm height

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House Call [M]

POSTED ON Apr 11, 2024 4:51:18 GMT

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CLEANING OUT THE ROOMS.

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“Yeah, the real genuine thing. Not fallen stars. Ones mined right from the source.” Enough wishing stars, big and small, to field an army of Dynamaxed Pokemon. With the number of artificial power spots being constructed across the region, there really could be an army of them…[break][break]
And there’s only one of him. There are other trainers on both sides, but he feels the incessant need to be everywhere at once – do everything. When he imagines rest, he sees the ghost of a fallen brother smiling at him. Thoughts creep in of staircase schisms, a battle on land and sea. If he had been there…[break][break]
Maybe you’d still be alive. Maybe Kyle and you’d both be Ho-oh’s avatars. Maybe you’d be making a real difference…[break][break]
Dwelling on ghosts will not avail him. Instead, he turns towards the door. There’s reports of some poisoned creatures or another outside the town. Howard’s been persuaded. It’s time to get back to work.[break][break]
“Thanks, Howard. Really. If this ever gets out, between you and the Visionary, I doubt I’ll escape a court martial…but at least Hoenn will survive. I’ll see you down in Dewford later.”[break][break]
Donning his sunglasses, he readies to step back out.[break][break]
“We’re going to win.” He repeats, for Howard’s sake more than own.

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Eerie Familiarity

POSTED ON Apr 11, 2024 4:35:25 GMT

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ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWER.

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“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take ya. Anytime.” There’s so many worries he has, now that he has draped himself in valorous responsibility. People depend on him. So much rides on his success. There’s so much at stake.[break][break]
Yet still, he’ll find time for his kid brother and one of his friends. Gabe deserves that, even if everyone in times like these. Navy’s eyes fall to the Minccino in Thea’s arms. Gabe kept Pokemon like that. They’re pets, meant to adventure with rather than wage mortal combat.[break][break]
It’s a Pokemon made for gentler times and a gentler world. He prays Thea will raise her well, for these are not gentle times.[break][break]
A door opens, and more students enter. There’s an immediate shift, a confident smile taking the place of subtle grief. It lifts the corners of his lips. Rust gives way to true steel, sweeping across students suddenly enraptured by the battle between Shuwen and Zeus.[break][break]
“We’ll talk more ‘bout this later. You’re welcome to come down to Dewford for training whenever you want.” And that, for now, is all he can say before he must return to his duty, wearing the face of Hoenn’s fighting master for the other students aspiring to walk the warrior’s road.

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Conversations in the Clink (PP)

POSTED ON Apr 11, 2024 4:14:29 GMT

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I SHOT A MAN IN SLATEPORT JUST TO WATCH HIM DIE.

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Again and again and again, his palm presses over one stone. When it is eventually tossed into the finished pile, there are still spots. Only when Oscar starts passing him stones is there a sudden illusion of there being real, tangible progress.[break][break]
It is still just that: an illusion. It will fade upon scrutiny, and anyone with half a brain to count will realize the ward is slacking.[break][break]
Those are concerns for men with whole minds. The mochi buries itself into him, chaining his heart. Even then, the scent of their warden lingers in his nose like a fine perfume. His head thrums like dancing bodies in a nightclub. Constant, ever-changing, ever moving. Electric motion. His head drowning in a peachy haze.[break][break]
“Thanks…man…” He says, wishing he had more mochi to eat and the warm blood of a beloved foe to wash it down.[break][break]
“How’re we, how the hell, how are we supposed to kill somethin’ like that…?” The question is mumbled, slurred.[break][break]
Maybe it’s the resignation in his voice when he says it, the acceptance that this foe is beyond him, that saves his life. The guard closest to them laughs like he’s heard an excellent joke. Navy’s chain tightens, but not enough to choke him.[break][break]
It’s just tight enough for him to remember it’s there with every breath he takes, a reality within his fever dream that this is real.

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SILPH CUP 2024 AT PACIFIDLOG

POSTED ON Apr 11, 2024 0:08:35 GMT

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WHACKY RACERS, AHOY

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Lap two. Not much longer now. The crowd’s going wild, watching the people way ahead of him. Navy knows the score. Unless you’re in the top three, most of their eyes dull over when they get back to you. You’re just part of the pack, the extras. You’re no Dale Reinhardt when you’re in thirteenth place.[break][break]
FERNANDO SILPH’s words give him all the encouragement he needs. Ahead of him, faster racers battle against surf and tide. It’s a terrible time to be in the top three. It’s an opportunity. His whole life, he’s been swimming against the tide. He’s an old hand at the task, and so he seizes his moment.[break][break]
“Yo, Levi.” He whispers to his Kingdra. “Dragon Dance.” And so he does. Draconic energy rolls off the great king of the sea, his body swirling in the water. Pupils dilate as he gives himself over to the ancestral dance of the dragons. His body feels smaller, sleeker. The muscles just beneath the skin tighten, coiled serpents ready to spring.[break][break]
“Have fun back here, Genny!” Navy announces to Genevieve Cromwell as both of their boosts kick in, sending the two riders streaking like white shooting stars across the brine.

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Shoots the shit with Genny before using dragon dance to gain a boost. Target Number for Navy is 60. Combined roll is 211 after speed modifiers. Or 200 if you cap out at 200, i d k.

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House Call [M]

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 6:31:48 GMT

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CLEANING OUT THE ROOMS.

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“One person can’t kill Him, Howard.” He speaks with the urgency of a man who has seen precisely how arduous a task slaying dragons is. “It took two heroes. It took Necrozma.” A black shadow of the past. “The sword and the shield, they were made from Necrozma metal. Gotta be. That’s what our weapons were made out of in the vision.”[break][break]
It’s an extrapolation, a deduction born from a mind that never thought it was very good at being a detective. It’s his best guess, the only guess that he has. Given what he knows, he finds it hard to believe that their weapons will ever be reforged. It is a grim thought, a task for tomorrow.[break][break]
“But I’ll be there, with you. We’ll fight it together. Don’t know whether those heroes will be there, but I have to be. It’s my fight. Our fight. If we don’t show up, Hoenn is His.”[break][break]
The grimness of the talk is broken by Howard’s request. Someone’s finally noticed those empty condos on the beach.[break][break]
“I can do that, don’t you worry buddy. You’ll have the best condo of the lot. Mind the neighbors.” Neighbors like Vanilla Kingsley, Solstice Arylide, and all the other lost children he gathers. “Here, I knew you were gonna say yes.” Pulling out a key, he hands it over. It’s marked ‘1’. Condo number one, for his number one guy.[break][break]
“We’ll get your stuff moved in later.”

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Warrior's Road // Apex of the World

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 5:59:09 GMT

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HERE WE STAND, HERE WE FALL

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The part of Navy that belongs to the black dragon huffs in triumph when he sees the Kommo-O return to its ball. One of the most dangerous opponents has been taken out. Three on four…not good odds.[break][break]
Especially since it looks like, unless he’s very careful, it could soon be four on one. Terrible odds. Navy forces himself to resurface. Here, in this controlled environment, he has that luxury. Even here, standing tall on top of the world, he is tested. If he fails, he loses.[break][break]
Obey me. He says within the sea of their souls. Or this is all for nothing.[break][break]
Vortigern snaps out of it. His golden eyes flick towards Navy right as Roland is recalled. He, too, has done enough, but his part in this is not yet over. Let him rest within a pokeball, regain his strength.[break][break]
In his place comes Toshinori, laughing in defiance. Now, he wears his hero form. Swimming through the air, he laughs at the hopeless situation. He greets the Obstagoon with a jet punch, his fist bloody from the slash and the stealth rocks.[break][break]
“Ha, HA!” Toshi pumps his other fist at Kyle, a hero’s salute.[break][break]
“Meet…Toshinori…” Navy grunts, Toshinori’s pokeball still in his hand. Having worn a sygna suit for as long as he has, he knows what emotion to force to the surface here. His worry overwhelms Vortigern’s rage. The dragon’s wounds slowly, surely, begin to mend.[break][break]
Toshinori’s playing defense like any good hero should.

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Sheriff

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LEAGUE & LEARN: Michael Navidson [M]

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 5:44:18 GMT

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THERE I AM, UP ON THE STAGE. THERE I GO, PLAYIN STAR AGAIN. THERE I GO, TURN THE PAGE.

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“I’m fine.” He lies, like many of Galar’s athletes lie. This life is the fast life, it’s a pressure cooker that consumes until there’s nothing left. Caught somewhere between superstar and super soldier, he endeavors to keep going. There’ll be time to rest when everyone’s safe and the war is won.[break][break]
At least the coffee helps. The sandwiches, too. Potato chips do little but remind him of how hungry he really, truly is. Junk food’s as bad for the body as it is for the soul.[break][break]
“Elite Four team composition.” He smiles, despite himself. It’s laughter at the Navy who picked that topic last week. “Good one, good one. Hoenn’s Elite Four’s way more practical than in other regions.” [break][break]
A small pause. From outside, a small, black Greninja sneaks into the room, climbing up Navy’s back and clinging to him. The one-eyed frog looks to Gwyar with concern and worry, as any shinobi should when their Lord is in such a state.

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PAINT IT, BLACK [GYM]

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 5:12:02 GMT

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BLACK AS NIGHT, BLACK AS COAL.

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“You’d better be careful.” He warns Tsubaki. His voice comes in through a speaker near the challenger’s viewing area. “Sol’s most dangerous when someone gets him cornered like this.”[break][break]
His body starts to burn from the inside out. Gabe never had a sygna suit. If he did, he probably would have paired up with Kohryu first. Sol didn’t need to have that bond to understand his trainer’s soul. The fire inside of him bursts out, making him take on the appearance of a comet under a blazing sun.[break][break]
Even without his wings, he still builds up momentum. His flare blitz sends him shooting along the ground, jagged granite digging into Sumire from beneath while fire burns her from within. Sol roars in defiance, forcing his mega evolution to keep going.[break][break]
The flare blitz runs him straight into the apple dragon, three combatants crashing into each other with reckless ferocity. Smaug is trying to catch up, desperate to get back into the fray, but the syrup drenches his wings. Instead, he roosts, letting Sol do the work.

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Warm Wishes [m]

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 4:57:48 GMT

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TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR

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“Any time, Noel.” He gives Jirachi a headpat of his own, letting it pass for a goodbye. Jirachi waves them off as they depart, back outside. The tiny star already looks sleepy. It’s time for a nap – perhaps one which will last for several days. It is Jirachi’s nature to sleep, and sleep he shall.[break][break]
“Just remember…Jirachi does like being here. Worked here long enough to know he’d just leave if he didn’t. Just…Goode’s gotta be strict. There’s plenty of people who’d wanna abuse that kid’s trust, you know?” One wish. Even if it’s used up, there’s plenty who don’t know that. There’s plenty of people who’d give anything for that chance – especially given Jirachi is a Pokemon that could theoretically make someone its avatar.[break][break]
Children are precious things, and must always be protected. That’s how a career big brother like Navy sees things.[break][break]
“Anyway, let’s get back to Dewford before someone ambushes us with some paperwork.”

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fairytale || c

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 4:34:54 GMT

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MAKE SOME TROUBLE

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Diancie floats away from them with enviable serenity. As she rises, she takes on the countenance of a worthy foe. Strange, how she go from a receptive princess to a warring queen so easily, and still look so calm about the whole ordeal.[break][break]
Navy takes her mega stone, affixing it to his wristwatch. One of them will have to pay the price for her mega evolution. It may as well be him. It’s not like Shuwen or Hattori necessarily need to mega evolve.[break][break]
“Want me to mega evolve her right away?” The question is asked while he throws out his own Pokemon. Hattori takes to the field again, only to grunt in pain. Somewhere around his shoulder, a jagged rock cut into him. It isn’t a serious wound, but it is a wound.[break][break]
Diancie’s smile remains serene. She acts as if she has done nothing at all, like she never scattered stealth rocks around the field at the first mention of a spar.

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Waymore's Blues

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 4:24:19 GMT

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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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Montgomery James

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BEEN A LONG TIME GONE, A LONG TIME GONE.

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“’Cause I read enough about you to know that you’re strong, and you strike me as a guy who hates cops.” It’s an answer as simple and straightforward as it is paradoxical. Navy’s smile is knowing. He sees something of himself in the man that now drinks with him. Taking out a cigar, he lights it up and smokes. Another is offered to the deputy. Whether it is taken or not, Navy turns his attention up to the screen.[break][break]
“There’s crazy shit going on here, man. In this region. In this town. These people…they need us.” The bar is sparsely populated at this hour, in this month. Many of the younger folk, those their sheriff has affectionately dubbed his Dewford hipsters, are gone to university off in big cities. It’s just the old and those who have lived her all their lives left.[break][break]
“League’s busy. They’ve got all kindsa shit they gotta deal with. It’s on us to make sure these people can sleep at night. Most people burn out in a month or two precisely cause this place is such a…situation.”

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MATTERS OF BROTHERHOOD [S]

POSTED ON Apr 10, 2024 3:48:49 GMT

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YOU CAN ALWAYS DO MORE.

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The question pierces him like an arrow, like the stray shot that murders a king. Navy’s eyes flick away, busying themselves with the technicolor broadcast of a distant Galarian battle. It numbs the pain that comes from thinking about that question, digging up old dirt best left undisturbed.[break][break]
“…yeah.” He says after a pause. “Made plenty of mistakes like that. Most of ‘em with the dead.”[break][break]
Dead, he thinks as an Inteleon dynamaxes in the Motostoke arena, or lost forever.[break][break]
“If they weren’t…I’d probably have some awkward conversations with ‘em. Stumble through it like an idiot. It’s better to look like a moron than let something kill you inside.” And another fiery wash of mead goes into his chest, to burn the things there that will never die.

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PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY

POSTED ON Apr 9, 2024 5:37:02 GMT

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I'M STUCK IN PRISMATIC PRISON, AND TIME KEEPS DRAGGIN ON

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He has always been a good listener. A monster looming high in his memories demands he listen. To speak up in that monster’s house is to invite pain – upon himself, or upon the woman his virtue killed.[break][break]
Hunched over the desk, he hears the sounds of bones break. In some distant epoch, an alien calls him ugly. It is true. There is so much truth in the statement that it makes him smile beneath the mask.[break][break]
Oscar slides over the mochi. Navy has studied the stuff. He gave a healthy helping of it to Eva and Illeana in the lab. He remembers the results. This stuff is poison. Only a fool would eat this. Only idiots drink from a poisoned chalice, knowing it is poisoned…[break][break]
He wishes he could say he was the bigger man. He wishes he could stand tall, a true warrior. Raising his raging fists, he would beat their unseen warden senseless. They would all go free. An early curtain call.[break][break]
Navy eats the mochi without a word. Upon taking the first bite, he realizes how ravenous his hungry truly is. It’s like there’s a hole in his stomach. He fills that hole with all of the mochi. There is no trick here, there is simple candid hunger.[break][break]
His chains coil so sweetly. They offer him false liberation, the freedom to walk a few more steps. Even that, he can’t manage. Navy clings to Oscar like he’ll never stand up again if he lets go. Eventually, he sits down at a work station.[break][break]
Work is a blur. Everything is a fog. His head tilts. Strange dreams, whole stories born of his imagination spin to meandering conclusions. Others are familiar tales, autumn winds of distant days.[break][break]
He remembers making love to Anastasya Morozova when he should have known better. He remembers the first time Melody Miro sang for him. Long ago capers with Eris Halla, Shred, and Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki fill his mind. Dreams of the past, when the world was simple and men were made of stronger steel.[break][break]
And all the while, his single stone sits unpolished. Not an ounce of progress has been made, save his hands making a small swirling pattern. Again and again, he cleans the same patch. He softly mumbles to himself, words.[break][break]
“C-Callan’s…seat…yeah…” The mochi did not help. It simply reminded him how starved he is. “Someone’s…gotta fill it. Someone’s gotta keep fighting.”[break][break]
He doesn’t know who he’s talking to. He simply polishes his stone with fanatic fervor.[break][break]
“Someone’s got to keep the flag flying.”[break][break]
His lax efforts have caught the eye of a being that might as well be his god in this place. The warden stops. It is beautiful, an unfurling tapestry of rich colors and opulent scents. Every creature he has ever seen, in this haze of mochi and fever, is ugly compared to this god-king.[break][break]
And it is displeased. Its eyes fall on the stone. A simple flick of a feather sends the stone flying from the Elite’s hand. Any attempt at intervention is met with cold eyes.[break][break]
Navy has to pick it up. Standing up, he looks up at the warden. Navy is a warrior. Blood seeped into his soul long ago. He has fought worse than this god-king.[break][break]
Yet, he turns. He bends down, practically sprawled onto the floor. He picks up the stone and the warden moves on. Only here does he see a glint of white hair from behind one mask and silver from another.[break][break]
“B-Baki…? Freya…?” The guards haul him up, throw him back in the seat.[break][break]
There is still work to do.

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Navy listens intently to Oscar and what happens outside the cell. He is slipping in and out of consciousness, experiencing fever dreams. When the mochi is offered, he eats it without resistance. In fact, he eats every single bite Oscar doesn't. Afterwards, he is helped out into the work yard. Navy is too sick to do any work. This angers Fezandipiti, who knocks a stone from his hand and makes him walk to pick it up. When he reaches for the stone, he recognizes Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki and freya morningstar by their distinct hair. Returns to his work station. Per Shiv permission, Navy fails/rolls a natural 1 for this round.

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PAINT IT, BLACK [GYM]

POSTED ON Apr 8, 2024 22:06:17 GMT

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BLACK AS NIGHT, BLACK AS COAL.

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Folding his arms, Navy does not speak. His Pokemon know their routine. Each has been trained to improvise, adapt, and overcome. Sumire’s fangs pierce deep into Sol. Even when caught in the throes of mega evolution, the electricity pierces deep into his body. Creatures of the sky are averse to electricity.[break][break]
Sol is not so weak as to fall after only one blow. Sumi is kind enough to stand close, clinging to him. The orange dragon opens his maw. Flames gather there. He spews forth a flamethrower, enhanced by the scorching sun above and the dragon’s nature. His flame burns out, sputters from overuse. Sol is Gabe beaten into the shape of a Pokemon. He burns bright, but all the fuel gets spent.[break][break]
Navy’s attention turns instead to Smaug, who launches himself like a missile. Flying low, just above the ground, he’s on a collision course with the Hydrapple. The seven headed hydra’s leader sticks out, exposing its throat…[break][break]
…leaving it open for a breaking swipe from the dragon’s vicious killing claws.

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House Call [M]

POSTED ON Apr 8, 2024 10:37:32 GMT

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CLEANING OUT THE ROOMS.

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“No, Howard. I won’t.” He holds himself up, drinking the tea. His words are tinged with desperation – desperation to remember, always, where he came from. Desperation to remember Navy and Lord Navidson both, and the lives that they lived. Despite his fatigue, he stands, walks back to the window. He points out at the blue sky.[break][break]
“I remember what the world looked like when He won, man. Everything was poisoned. Crops wouldn’t grow. The sky was purple. Got a theory. All that shit you read ‘bout, what happened in Galar three thousand years back? That’s what we saw. It’s not some fantasy. It’s what’ll happen here if He wakes up.”[break][break]
Turning back, he takes a step toward Howard. There’s a tinge of zealotry at the edge of his rusted steel eyes.[break][break]
“Lie. To. Him. Tell Cill that you’re fucking me over. I trust you. Tell him you’re his inside man. There ain’t shit down in Dewford anymore if you ask me, now that the League’s pretty much mined the ore. Well, except the Nihilego, I guess. But it’s on the edge of the region. Rocket’s controlled most of the smuggling in and out since before the war. We both know that.”[break][break]
Leaning down, he meets Howard’s eye. He looks into it without fear, just as he would look at Shirley without fear.[break][break]
“There’s gonna be a day when Baki, Eris, and all those other kids will have to pick up where we left off. If it costs me a place of honor in the history books, making sure they get a blue sky instead of a purple one, that’s a price I’ll pay. Arceus knows you guys are gonna smuggle anyway. Even if I arrested you right now, there’d be some guy replacing you in a month.”[break][break]
Unspoken is an equal and opposite truth: if his death sticks the second time, someone else will fill his Elite Four seat.

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