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You couldn’t disagree with the first words you had heard, flashes of blood that ran through your mind. You could smell the sea breeze, the sea of tears you had caused, the rivers of blood you had spilt, and in that moment, you knew the truth for what it was; long after she had begun to walk away, you understood…
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No, long before.
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”No…” You began, a quivering voice, an expression that would have appeared wide eye’d were it not for your sunglasses. You looked at your shaking hands which you slowly clenched tightly, staring at the woman who walked away. You were different to everyone else were you not.
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Did you ever have a chance? Were people made to improve, as you pulled Cyclizar back, as you attached more to his back, you just didn’t understand…You couldn’t understand as you stared at her back.
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She was younger, perhaps even a child. You were the ones who had shown her the words of man, and yet at the same time, the very thing that gnawed at your very core, was the fact you couldn’t feel bad for it, that you could only feel a slight satisfaction at such a fact.
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It took a moment, but you worked up the courage to speak, words that you shouldn’t have spoken into the open, but you did regardless. ”The same? No, not at all. I’m worse, I’ve done many things that would have made them look like saints.” You spoke as you straddled the back of your Cyclizar, the words came out naturally as you rode to catch up.
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”But that’s why I’m here…To improve myself, to get better, and see if I can walk others down that path…Sorry.” And yet, you couldn’t say anymore than that. The words were spoken, and you hated yourself for even speaking them. Someone else who knew what you were, that was the very thing that bothered you.
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Not that you had fallen, but that one more person knew just who you were, what you were like. You hated yourself, you could feel the rock tightening in your stomach, the feeling of satisfaction at the recent actions of your pokemon. The feeling that others would be disgusted by you only made you feel elated. The mixture of feelings, the goal you sought, and the tears you knew that would be shed, they all added to make you happy.
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Because more than anything, or anyone, the only tears you had ever cared about came from a singular person.

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Jett didn’t hesitate in the slightest in racing down the slope; even as it stormed, even as it got heavier, even as electricity raced across the rainbow road; even as the words themselves chagned color…
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But the words of pure white, it was like he could read them as he had heard them.
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”The same goes for a lotta things buddy]/color]. ”Wind that blows through your soul, rain that drenches your fire, and lightening that reveals what you have inside. ”Can’t say all that is great either….If anything, I’d rather my soul was never touched…But we can’t avoid that on our road. Heaven or hell…”
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Jett raced down that gradual slow towards the great flames that came up from beneath, the chittering in the air; the smog that started to rise up as if to meet the poison, and the cycling road which turned a sickly poison color, his Cyclizar’s wheels began to sink into it.
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”Your soul is bare.”
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And what else could this mist be but the afterlife?

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He wanted more out of this battle, Garlette looked marvelous as she danced; a dance of quick blades; but that left him open to the night slash; an attack that came from the tentacle that shot towards him; he could avoid it, he could have jumped.
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There was something about it all; he did try to move backwards; but it tore at his coat, at his skin; and at his abdomen all the same, there it was.
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A spray of blood, so he didn’t hold his pokemon back, so he fought it as well as he could. He wanted it to win even if he himself was hurt.
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So, Scyther continued its flying blade dance that was acrobatics.

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Jett couldn’t help but let loose a stunted chuckle, his eyebrow rose up even as his eyes were hidden.
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”Let’s go.” He gripped tightly, and Cyclizar kicked back; jumped to its hindlegs and then jumped forwards, the ground cracked underneath its feet as it found itself racing forward across the road that changed into the cycling lane; other hazy beings rode past them.
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But they were merely beings of dreams, yet the smell was as real as anything could be; the seabreeze, the Wingull above cried, the Pelliper’s screeched, and together it was a scene that was as close to home as it could be. But as it rained, he couldn’t help but note the sky darkening above.
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Strange, Drizzle didn’t darken this sky this much; the thunder that rumbled above in the air; the flashes of yellow, it set the scene above them. Whose dream was this? Was it his, was it someone else’s, was it the man who was being carried pillion, or was it the dreams of the departed, was this a look into hell?
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”Dreams are strange, how do you feel about this one?” For a man who didn’t mind being lost; he enjoyed cutting across this road; as it wound, as the colors of each tile began to change from the base blue into the many colors of the rainbow.
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”Because to me.”
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”It looks like a road of heaven riding into hell.”

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Jett didn’t enjoy it, he had made his choice not to kill anyone; but the sight of his long-term friend, his buddy, his partner in crime, and the spray of blood, he felt the rage surge through him; there had been no reply, no real thoughts, no big ideas in his head. There was simply the action of him pulling the trigger.
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His arm twitched, as if the idea of shooting someone was something he tried to avert, aimed for his opponent’s head, but it was a small diversion by his twitching arms.
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But it was a small time change; he calmed himself with a deep breath. ”Sorry, but I’ll be finishing you up.” He said as he lowered his gun, aimed at the man’s base. He pushed the trigger again, and again, and again.
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It was a ruthless finish, it was an execution.
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And he hated himself for it.

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Jett gritted his teeth tightly, her words were infuriating, there was something about this woman that grinds every gear he had to grind. It was strange, but he hated her, he wanted to get rid of her, and he wanted to end her.
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But instead, he shot; he shot the gun towards her foot. ”No. I can just choose a different path. I’ll just stop you from chasing me until someone with a healing pokemon gets to you.” He said as he went for the other.
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”You keep changing as the chameleon you are. I’ll be the same person I am, and maybe one of yourselves will be like me. But.” He said as he took his hand to his sunglasses and removed them; his cold, empty, blue eyes bore into her.
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”You won’t ever understand the struggle of piecing apart your own ideals every night before you sleep, finding out they’re worth nothing, and waking up the next day with a far stronger ideal.” He said those words as he shot the rest of them down into the ground. He wouldn’t kill her.
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That was the choice he made for himself.

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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. ”I’m here for a few reasons of my own, so don’t worry about it…Just lending a hand when I can I guess?” He sounded unsure of himself, especially with the failures of that day. He had been so certain when he had started, and now?
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He wasn’t sure.
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”I’ve got friends in Rocket, ol’ pals that took a wrong turn in life. If I can get them to change their ways, and maybe other people too…Even if just one person, that’d be a win in my eyes. But as for my thoughts…”
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He didn’t know how to compress them in a way that wouldn’t sound so preachy, but that was the kind of person he was, or rather had become. ”I think…This is just an extension of something bigger. The League can’t lose control, but Rocket also can’t give up on their goals. It’s two sides throwing bodies into a pot…And I’m worried that it’ll keep going until either side forgets why this whole thing even started. So…My thoughts are, it’d be great if there were a bloodless solution.” But he knew there wasn’t, that was why he had fought, and that’s why he was bleeding.
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”Do you have any dreams?”

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”Your boyfriend huh?” It was a somewhat disappointing point, but then again he might have thought that due to boredom. ”Well, I’ll be sure to ask him if I get the chance.” He said as he adjusted his position again, and pressed his arm tighter to his side.
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He thought about that question before he answered. ”Never here. I did in the Alola Region, well, it was called something else. Island Challenges, until you can take the Grand Challenge. I only stayed there for a while, did my Grand Island challenge, but I was 3 short of the overall.” He said without mentioning his win or loss, he had been there for another reason altogether.
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”Alright, my turn again…Hm.” He sat on the question for a little while again but then came to one. ”What are your…” He let it sit, as if calling back to an earlier joke, before he answered in truth, the mirth disappeared from his voice. ”Thoughts on this current battle?” He didn’t play around with that question, not in truth. A question he’d wondered, and asked a number of people today, and here was another.

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”Tch.” He said as he looked at her.
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It was a sound he didn’t want to let go, but it was too late by the point he realized it. Their shared history was an annoyance, a sign he wouldn’t be able to clean up his past. But at the same time, he hated himself for thinking it. There was a dirty feeling to it, but he had no choice but to deal with that.
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”I get it. But we’re not dealing with people like me, and if we were, we would have to use extra-legal means. I don’t want to use such strong counter methods, but if it were me…” He tapped against his chin.
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”I’d dig under, or I’d sink this place…Make it into an area only I can move in freely. Then I’d double up on that advantage, my pokemon have to be that type to make the most of it. Sandstorm, rain dance; doesn’t matter. Either way, I’d take it like that regardless of the destruction it causes.”
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There it was something else to it too, but he stated his own way of doing it. ”So the best defense is actually having a steel type that takes advantage of both.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair, it was the truth of his thought on it, as he took out his Honedge and Aegislash.

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Jett was doing his best to hang onto Cyclizar and onto his Remoraid; both were doing the very best they could. ”I know you’re tired Bubby, but shift gears.” The pokemon did as instructed, as if its muscles were shifting underneath them, as if the wheel-like protrusion from its body began to spin, it switched from running on his feet, to rolling on those wheels; the speed increased exceptionally.
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”Well, it could be a lot worse. We could be getting chased by two of them.” Just as he had said that, the ground rumbled, the steel-like Donphan was joined by a feral, larger, creature that burst from the ground in front of them. Sending rocks up everywhere just as parts of a building fell onto them from above.
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”Shit, swerve.” He said as he began to swerve left, and right; avoiding the rocks that crashed and rose up. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He said as they were about to come to crash onto the other. ”Hang on tight.” He said as he looked at the creature in front of them, a tight turn, before jumping off the wall of a building, hung onto it with his claws for a moment before he kicked back off.
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Mere inches separated them from being pulled into, and crushed by the Past-Donphan as it crashed onto the building the had just jumped off. But…
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”Alright, see if you’ve got more of those sticky globs. I’ll try to create some distance.” He seemed exhausted; he gripped Remoraid in his elbow, and went for the pokeball to draw it back in.
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Jett looked at the Raichu, a powerful strike regardless of what one thought of it, Helping Hand was a strong assist, but the core of that pokemon was a strong one, the smell of ozone, and the return of that pokemon.
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”He might look like prey, but that lil’ guy is a real predator huh?” Was his response, the rules of nature could be overturned, and that was the moment there. ”Only playing with the rules of nature when it suits ya. Ain’t that a bit too cheeky?”
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Still, Iron Valiant jumped back towards them, a Combee in hand, and they now had a choice.
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”Alright, now to get some honey so I can promise some of that mead.” There was something to be said for all of this, as he took out another pokeball, he went for the Gallade of his, two pokemon that were representatives of each other.
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Iron Valiant, Gallade, represented a singular pathway of growth towards the future. ”Get in there.” As they were about to be jumped, his Gallade disappeared in a flash, a teleport. ”Charge Beam.” He said as Iron Valiant jumped onto the back of Cyclizar who let out a silent discord to it.
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”Shift Gears bubby, let’s keep them away from us.” And as his pokemon got stronger, Bubby tore up the ground with his kick off.

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There was something calming and yet dangerous about the way this man spoke; Jett couldn’t place a finger on it. He prided himself in his ability to read people, but he couldn’t read much from this man. ”You’re a confident guy, ain’tcha.” Were the words his tongue latched onto; the easiest for his brain to comprehend.
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Still, there was something to that; a difference in being a person who drifted across the breeze compared to one who latched to the quickest answer. It might have seemed similar externally, but they were as different as two people could be.
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”Willingly going into the mist…I can’t imagine what’s worth seeing with your own eyes in a place like this. But hop on, I reckon there’s more to see while travelling in comfort. Cyclizar won’t mind, will you Bubby?” He said as he patted the head of his pokemon who rubbed against his hand, but gave a silent huff, as if eye up the new ‘joinee’.
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”Though he's prone to temper tantrums, don’t hold it against ‘im.”

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Jett didn’t release a sigh of relief, he’d decided to place trust in the person he had only known for less than a day. A strange choice, but it paid off; now that she and her pokemon had bought them that moment, that time; it was only natural to pay them back properly. His Remoraid was calm, he felt calm, and with all of that.
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”Ice Beam.” Simple words, Jett instructed Lucky, who did as told, a streak of a blast, a thing one, but even so. The air around it froze as it shotforward, taking advantage of the water-type attacks that had seeped into the cracks, the gaps, and suffused it so.
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The icebeam struck; ice began to spread across the Steelix, and that ice expanded, it could move if it so wanted to, it wasn’t frozen, but it was a matter of pain, difficulty, and more importantly, teamwork. The Steelix released a roar as it thrashed around for a moment before it stilled, a white flash took over it and it had returned back to its original form.
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”I recommend you guys run away, get your pokemon healed.” Jett said as he looked at the rocket men.
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”...We won’t let it end like this…” The grunt spoke as a red light fell on the fallen steelix before it was drawn back into its pokeball, Jett had no interest in pursuing them, and neither did his pokemon.
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”Looks like that’s our win huh? Though, these caves are crawling with them, so we should keep a wary eye out.” The fight had been completed, but that had taken a lot; mega evolution, what a frustrating phenomenon.
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It was becoming increasingly more common across the region, something that had been rather rare to begin with. So how would he be able to deal with it in the future? Would it have to be something he had to take a deeper look at?

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