What is the meaning of a meteor?

It's a question that shows up time and time again in myth and folklore the world over; Clefairy dancing around long-dead meteorites in the moonlight, glittering Minior streaking across the night sky. In this region alone there are countless stories concerning the impact of celestial objects from the far beyond against the world-- no, against Hoenn itself. Lunatone and Solrock came to mind, but there were older stories, more fragmented things... well, he wasn't particularly familiar with those ones, just yet. That was half the reason he was here, after all.

And so here he was, crouched in the dust as he turned over in his hands a fragment of what had once been half of a planet all of its own, a shooting star hurtling towards glorious apocalypse against the skin of the earth. Officially, he's here for, what, mining? The thought is a little sickening, if he was being entirely honest. these are the bones of the stars he's holding in his hands, and he's meant to sell it off to the highest bidder.

Drifblim hovered over him, a morose quality to the strange, otherworldly sounds escaping the ghost Pokémon as it occasionally bumped into the roof the cave. It was a little cramped for it, if he was being honest, but it had insisted on being out of the ball all the same. The long ribbons trailing from its lower body hung over the trainer like a curtain, or a funeral veil-- granting him a moment of stolen privacy to examine the shard of meteorite he'd picked up. He was fixated entirely on it, only half-broken out of his reverie once some figure he hadn't being paying any particular attention to called out to him directly.

"Hm? No, not particularly." 

The meteorite glinted as if in protest in his hand, but he ignored the falsehood. Its secrets were for him alone.

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Had the dour man been there all along, or had he only just arrived?

It was impossible to tell, really. He was the type of man to blend into a crowd the moment your eyes lost track of him; the type of person you can forget is standing right behind you if you don't look back for a few moments too many. From his place leaning against the courtyard wall, sunken purple eyes watched the milling crowd of his fellow criminals with something like indifference-- no, indifference was too kind of a word to describe it. He regarded them with apathy, as if he didn't seem to quite believe that they were as real as him.

Firmly shoved into his pocket, his hand toyed with the intensely familiar curve of Drifblim's Poké Ball, stopping just shy of putting any pressure of the button that would release his oldest friend from his confines into the world around. He felt... uncomfortable, whenever he was required to recall his partner. Ever since that day, it had made his skin crawl to be seperated from the ethereal Pokémon, and yet he found himself without him by his side far too often for his liking. Whatever. It was fine. He could deal with it, couldn't he? There was no reason to get worked up over something as trivial as that. As far as Algernon Believe was concerned, there was very little reason to get worked up about anything in life.

It wasn't as if the subject at hand didn't interest him. It was exactly this kind of thing that had brought him to this region, to this organization, after all, and he had certainly leaned forward a little in interest as those presenting had begun to speak. Still, though, he couldn't say he was particularly enthused about the idea of doing whatever it was his superiors were interested in achieving with the power they were currently outlining. He'd do it, of course, but there was something so singularly... small-minded about it. The power to change the world forever, in the hands of a crime syndicate. It wasn't exactly the stuff of legends.

Still, it was curious. He had studied Unown before, in the ruins near Solaceon Town where Drifblim had first carried him all those years ago, but the behaviour patterns being described weren't exactly familiar to him. Would he be in a position to learn more about that particular topic? The opinions of the underlings didn't tend to carry much weight when it came to things like this, after all.

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