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Jett hadn’t expected such a reconnection, to find himself chasing his own childhood in a sense. He rode on the back of his Cyclizar, Bubby. His mind was still stuck on that war, that battle within the caves of Dewford, and that realm far beyond it. He didn’t know what would come of it, but now he knew that going there was a mistake.
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His expression was dour, blood was on his hands, and he knew that all the things he had said to Kyle were just pretty words, he wasn’t a better person at all. But all of that disappeared, he buried it, pushed it down.
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And pulled up. ”You look comfortable.” He said with a smirk as he looked to Kyle, it didn’t truly reach his eyes but his sunglasses covered for it.
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”Wait, what is that?”
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The steam that rose up, just as he had arrived, Jett hadn’t noticed it before. But what was going on here?

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Jett listened, and nodded as the report came in; they would be arriving soon, he had to prepare for that, to deal with that.
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But not without some parting words.
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”Yeah they found me, I’ll make sure to tell ya the story sometime if we ever meet. Deep Outpost 4, out.” The connection was cut, the radio signal went towards one of the other posts, those on guard.
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”Supplies incoming, someone get me bandages and some antiseptic, I need’ta cover this wound with something that ain’t a dirty rag.” He said as he struggled to his feet, his hands were pressed tightly on his wound, and his eyes fixed onto the door.
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”Looks like breaktime is over.” It was back to one of the longest days of his entire life.
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You looked at it; there was that weight in your pocket that you took out; and placed to your head. The feeling of cool steel, it was an almost comforting feeling that you had considered many a time; in the depth of night, when your thoughts burned at you the most, when you couldn’t get that rock-like feeling from your stomach, when you couldn’t bare to get out of bed.
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Then you started that life, a life sought and lived for the simple and unpleasant sake of fighting against the world itself. You hated it, you hated them, you hated everyone. That hate had given you a new target to aim those feelings at, you tore at the world.
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You put your finger on the trigger.
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The words that flowed from your mouth were natural, smooth, comfortable, it was with the ease of a man who had been in this position many times before. ”Because I already killed myself.” It was a strange statement, but it was true. There was no free pass, but you also knew that wasn’t the whole truth.
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The thing you’d killed was your own heart, and the person who held it. That was where it came from, and in a sense, there wasn’t a night that you hadn’t wished it were you standing in that place instead. The price paid to leave that life was the very thing that you wished to leave it for.
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The cruel irony of that was not lost on you, not for a second.
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”I paid my dues, my current path is simply the interest that piled up.” That was your answer, whether it was right or wrong, whether it was the moral thing, the just thing to do.
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You couldn’t say, but you had never cared for such things either way. You merely lived the life that you wished to live. And so you returned the smirk; no, the grin, it was a lopsided thing, not one from the heart, it didn’t reach your eyes, didn’t even come close.
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”So, that’s my pass. It’s the right of the one holding the gun.” You said as you flipped it in your hold and then balanced it on your finger; no longer threatening your own present existence with cold steel.
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”And the responsibility to the part of me I killed, and the person who held it.” It was something only you could understand, words that you yourself knew were melodramatic.
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But it was your truth.

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Jett let out a grunt as he found himself being squeezed tightly; the air came out of his lungs in a start as the freezing wind took charge; Scyther was fast, Garlette zipped back towards the two of them as the Abomasnow came to the rescue; Jett couldn’t help but consider the tightness of the next turn; or the tightness of the hold around him.
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But the upcoming turn was a tight one; it was close, difficult, and almost painful, Bubby turned into the alleyway between two large buildings, and that was when the ground began to change, from concrete, to tiles; blue and yet they were not slippery in the slightest. It reminded Jett of the cycling lane that he so loved, but even then; even as the sheer cold had caused the two creatures to crash and fall behind them, as the mist began to get thinner and thinner.
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”Alright…I expect a nice double dessert.” Then, he finally let loose the air he was holding in his lungs, a high pitched sound that was most definitely, most assuredly, most certainly…Not a squeak.
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”You didn’t hear that.”

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Jett didn’t disagree, his jovial laughter echoed in that cavern for a moment; it echoed loudly for a little while before he stopped. ”Aye, that’d be fun. We’ll race on the way back, I’m sure Chester and Bubby will enjoy getting to cut loose after carrying all these heavy bags.” He said as he looked out, it was indeed quiet; the path was meandering, and it was working out well, right until they had reached the end of this pathway.
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It was a wide cavern, guards were the first to see them, and he wasn’t the official league person, but he showed a card, and a scan later, they were good to go. ”We’ll go to depot D, just on the left. These runs are common, and Rocket’s been harassing a few of them from what I hear.”
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That was their little excursion almost done, almost complete, and yet; the rest of the day ahead of them remained.

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Jett didn’t answer Julia’s question immediately as his eyes were fixed onto the woman, she was dangerous; because she talked, and she talked well. The type of person who made you question your own ideals, it was the kind of weapon far more dangerous than any gun. Without a single drop of blood, it could kill a person.
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”Depends on who ya ask. I ain’t rational, I ain’t smart, but I’ve lived life, I’ve done good things, and I’ve done terrible things, but after experiencing everything, I’ve chosen the things I have, and stand up for the things I do. It’s not the kinda thing anyone can teach you, nor a thing you can learn from any books, any laws, or anyone can enforce on you.” He was mouthy, preachy, and he didn’t stop when he got started.
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”I’d let someone make poison if it would end a conflict with my loved one’s in faster, but I’d stop someone from picking daffodils if they were handgrown, carefully reared, and someone spent a lot of time on them. I’d stop someone from making poison if it would be used against those I care about, and I’d let someone pick daffodils if they were out in the open.” He said with a look towards Julia as he finally answered her question before turning towards that dangerous woman again.
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”Morals ain’t things you need to think about much, it’s something you experience through life, I’m sure you’ll have slightly different morals year, and then slightly more the year after.” It was him preaching, but he looked at the Goodra and his Honedge, was it a battle worth fighting?
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He wasn’t sure yet.

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The sludge bombs were an issue; Amarouge attempted to dance between them; but they still struck him even as armoured as he were; but he forced himself through; strong attacks required a strong response, ready to jump into that embrace in a moment.
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”Theo…Aren’t one of the bigwigs.” Jett said as he lowered his glasses to take a better look at the man, his cold blue; almost dead looking eyes bore into Theo Beckett, wanting to take a proper measure of the man.

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Jett hadn’t expected there to be sounds of battle coming from the direction he had asked Julia to check out, the cave in, the fallen pokemon, he was aware of just what could have come from something like that.
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But even so, his ears caught the words, his eyes caught the battling, and his nose could smell the stench of death, but he announced his presence in a way of comfort; sending out his Honedge to the forefront.
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”I’d stop someone picking daffodils, but I might let someone make poison. Acting like morals are written in stone is what someone who hasn’t struggled with theirs would say.” He said without hesitating in the slightest, coming to back her up immediately, his pokemon went straight out with a Sacred Sword without even taking a moment to think.
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”Everything okay, Julia?”

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You felt the embarrassment flowing through you; a moment of vulnerability, and this child was laughing at you. It was a deep laugh, it was the kind of laugh you knew you couldn’t replicate, not with those beady, dead eyes of yours; not with that throat of yours that had lost the sensation of how to laugh in truth. It was a laugh that came from one who had forgotten how to laugh, and remembered it again.
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It was a laugh you wanted to utterly squish, choke out, until such a throat could never recreate such a sound again.
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Instead, you sputtered out your words, struggling to get them out before you finally pushed them out with force. ”I-I’m only 25…” You managed to struggle out, as if that was the biggest problem you had with all of it, both a shield, and a moment for you to gather your own thoughts.
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It was a strange thing, to be cheered up and torn down by someone who should have had substantially less life experience than yourself…Or not, no, someone like that, you knew more than anyone else.
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So you took your sunglasses off to look at this girl, this young woman properly for perhaps the first time, at her words, and so you could answer her question honestly. You knew the answer, and yet you didn’t want to answer it. You wanted to believe that you could talk your way past any situation, to push people to a better path, to help people out.
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”I’d kill them.” You answered without hesitating. ”I won’t let other me’s be born. Either they improve, or they die.” It was an honest answer, it wasn’t idealism, it wasn’t the thoughts that others had held to you. You wished you hadn’t spoken them the moment after you had opened your mouth.
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But words just like time were things which could not be reclaimed once they were out in the open, lost.
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”But I hope I never have to kill anyone again. I hope I don’t run into those which cannot be changed, and I hope…That I won’t get laughed at by a brat for being…What do you call it, Chuunibyou?”

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Jett nodded at it. ”A change of tactics is smart. I’ll let you take charge. I ain’t no league official, or affiliated. It only makes sense you take charge. I’m just a buddy of a league guy.” He said as he answered. It was a matter of position, Jett was confident in his background as a trainer, and as a criminal.
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But neither was necessary here, it was a matter of who was the tactician, who could take charge, who could force the necessary result needed. ”How do ya feel about some weather?” He said with a raised eyebrow, he’d have to change his own tactics up, but his original style was that of disadvantage weather switching, this was something he could adjust to if needed.
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But it would be beyond difficult with his present pokemon.
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”If we switch back and forth to what suit our pokemon…We might be able to unbalance them.” He said as he began to step forward, if they could…
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”I’ll only squeak if you take me out for a meal.” Jett answered without fear, his smirk was there even as the world around them only turned more insane, even as their pokemon shoved themselves into the depths of insanity, and lost themselves. Memento, what a truly sad move, but it was something that had allowed them even more space.
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”Let’s make sure to remember them Bubby…” He could understand it, the feeling of losing one’s partner, feeling that loss, to never see one another again…To never spend time together again. It was a heavily feeling he didn’t want to wish on anyone, even if he had been the cause many a time.
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A different time.
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”It’s time for us and our team to do our job.” He said as took his pokeball up, Scyther jumped up into the air as he released her. Garlette; a little hurt, but still able to move as she flew alongside them; a terribly fast pokemon who had only gotten more so.
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”Hit ‘em hard, go for the bigger one, we’ll deal with the metal one.” A showing of trust was in how she hadn’t even doubted him, nor hesitated before she moved. They each had their roles, and so she moved.
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Yet, he knew just how vicious Garlette could be when tested, the core of their implicit trust.
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”We’ll be taking insanely tight turns. So do your best to make me Squeak.”

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The question was returned to him. It was a powerful strike in a sense, but it was what it was, he had spoken about it a number of times. ”Scientists huh? You’re a brainy Gal is it?” Jett seemed to wonder with some thought, but Rangers were. They were the kinds to look at the overall atmosphere of things, to look at the total picture, and then come to some kind of decision on it all. Jett at least assumed as such, so it didn’t surprise him very much.
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”So wha- Wait, not my question yet.” He said with a smirk before he had the question shot right back at him, his lips pressed into a thin line, his face was contorted into a grimace for a moment before he opened his mouth. ”Hm…Beyond just peace, my biggest dream would be…”
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”To Fulfill a promise to someone. My dream is to fulfill the promise to become a better person. Sorry I don’t have something more specific, but that’s it. I want to become a good guy and help others become better people when I can. Just lending as many hands as I can. To do...What was done for me.” Jett let that information through, even with the risk of having to expand it on it more.

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