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Noticing the dynamaxed Pokémon, he frowned. It seemed their fight wasn’t over her. Wasn’t that just great? Sure, he didn’t see an enemy in sight at the moment, but everyone sure was preparing for a fight, like their opponent was going to appear before them any minute now.
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If that was the case, he needed to make sure those he had come to know. With the whole riot and the initial escape, he had lost track of more than a few of his friends.
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Elaine Highland, Elise Calcifet, Josh Devlin, and zachary stellar were all around here somewhere. Just as long as he knew they were okay, he would be. As long as he wasn’t sure, he would only worry about it, which, if a battle was coming, wasn’t a good thing.
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With Volt beside him, he would begin to make his way through the crowd, looking for those he had come to know. He would also keep an eye out for any of the kids that had been snatched. As they weren’t yet adults, he was especially worried for any kid that may have nabbed.
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If locating any of his friends or any kids, he would ensure they were okay before moving on. He might decide to keep close to one of his friends if he had managed to find them all, choosing to fight side by side with someone he considered a friend.
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If he didn't, he would stick to himself as he faced the newly resurfaced wardens and the megalopolan that was being used as the speaker. Or maybe she was one of the masterminds behind this whole thing. Whatever it was, he wouldn’t let it stand.
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Some weird thoughts Was it a Pokémon? I shot purple mochi at him. Seeing it flying towards him, he tried to dodge but was unable to do so. Feeling the effects of poisoning take over again, he shot a glare towards the Never-Rot.
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"Seriously, I just got over being poisoned, and now you're going to poison me again. What too much of a fucking coward to fight us with full strength, so you have to resort to breaking and poisoning us? Are you all really that scared that you can’t take us on without playing dirty? How pathetic can you be?” he said, not bothering to hide the contempt he felt for the Never-Rot, the wardens, and whoever sided with them.
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Narrowing his eyes further, he turned his attention to Volt. Of course, Volt was poisoned as well, but one look at the electric type showed him he was more than determined to continue the fight.
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Seeing his determination burning strong, he directed his attention to the Okidogi. “Direct your attention to the barrier surrounding the Okidogi,” he commanded tersely.
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Having his orders, Volt moved closer to the barrier in the hopes of putting a crack in it while simultaneously paralyzing the cruel dog Pokémon. Whether or not either would actually happen was the question.
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[attr="class","oocnotes"] + Looks for his friends and any children out of worry how they’re fairing [break] Gets poisoned again [break] Isn’t happy about it (wait when is he ever happy) [break] Zebstrika uses Discharge against the barrier surrounding Okidogi [break] Injuries: broken arm (left), a few broken ribs, a few cuts and bruises, a few burns, poisoned

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Today, he found himself on Route 119, enjoying a nice stroll. Usually he would be off doing some ranger-related work, but with nothing better to do, he had taken the time to enjoy the scenery around the area where he lived. It was not something he got to enjoy very often, mostly because he could be considered a bit of a workaholic.
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As he reached the area of the route that was swampy, he would find what seemed to be a swarm of Swampert. If there were Swamperts here, then he was sure there would be some Mudkip around as well. But where they may be, he couldn’t see them. Oh, well, he would just focus his attention on the Swampert.
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Taking one look at the SWAMP water, he quickly rejected the idea of going for a swim, instead releasing Rook from his pokeball before mounting the Corviknight and hovering over the swamp. From there, he would fly towards and nearby Swampert, skimming the water as he dove down near enough in order to use a Steel Wing against the Swampert.
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He would then quickly guide Rook back up before any of the Swamperts could retaliate against him and Rook. If any were weakened enough, he would run for a pokeball; if they weren’t, he would wait until one was ready for capture before getting a pokeball ready.
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He did the same. Though he also relied on coffee to help him feel more awake, probably more than he should since he was kind of addicted. But considering the fact that he drinks coffee to keep himself from falling asleep, it was to be expected.
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Not having much else to say on the matter, he simply nodded in agreement. Besides, there were more important things to worry about. Like the task that brought them down here.
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The blockage was definitely a problem. A problem that needed to be taken care of as soon as possible.
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“Yes, thankfully, they seem willing to help. In the mean time, we’ll tackle the blockage as much as we can,” he agreed, his gaze never leaving the blockage the whole time he spoke. The whole time he spoke, his gaze had assessed the blockage just to see how sturdy it was.
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The woman’s voice cut into his assessment, and he nodded, releasing his Yanmega from her pokeball. “Use Bug Buzz on the blockage,” he told the Yanmega once he was sure Lutgarde was ready.
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While he missed the mochi at first, he definitely noticed it when the blockage had been dislodged a bit. The mochi was only further proof that the blockage was intentional. Hopefully, whoever it was would be dealt with by the cops.[break] Lutgarde Dijkstra

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Even after three years, he wasn’t really used to how hot it got in the warmer seasons of the month. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to it after having grown up in Galar. The weather usually allows them to be cooler this time of year, maybe because the Galar region is usually overcast or it is raining. Rarely did Galar see the sun.
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Speaking of the sun, that was another thing that he still struggled to get used to. Hoenn got a lot more sun than Galar did. It was actually kind of annoying for someone who wasn’t really used to seeing the sun so much.
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The younger male's voice distracted him from the dark looks he kept sending the sun, as if the sun had personally offended him by being out, causing him to instead turn his gaze upon the younger recruit. A recruit, he had been tasked with helping to learn the ropes.
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“We should first see if people need help at the Pokémon center. I hear they’re swamped with people and Pokémon coming in that need healing. I bet if we lightened their load a bit, it would be much appreciated. I already agreed to lend out my Galarian Rapidash to the nurses to tend to the most injured. Our job is to help those whose injuries are minor. They’ll just have to suck it up and heal up on their own,” he explained impassively.
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Ugh, he hated talking so much. Now his throat kind of hurts from saying so much at once. “How good are you at basic first aid?” he asked, wanting to be sure he had someone he wouldn’t need to instruct too much.[break] faolan ashbaker

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The poison made it difficult to help, but if Ever was anything, he was stubborn. So he didn’t give up on helping Ogerpon.
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Not even when he was burned with the intense heat from the hearthflame mask the Ogerpon wore. Or when he was tossed aside like a rag doll by the Ogerpon.
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He hit the ground hard then. Hard enough to get the wind knocked out of him. But that isn’t why he was seeing stars. No, he was seeing stars because his injured arm hit the ground, sending a wave of dizzying pain through him.
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He pushed back the nausea and waited for the pain to recede. Soon enough, he was used to the more numb feeling that he was used to. The feeling that came from having a high pain tolerance.
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Blinking to clear his muddled thoughts, he was about to get up and rejoin the fray when the masked creature slammed into him again. He winced as the Ogerpon’s vine slammed into where there were a few cracked ribs. Hopefully, they weren’t just broken. But knowing his luck, they had.
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Probably due to his frenzied state, it didn’t waste much time on him, instead going off to attack someone else. He seemed to be less able to stop himself than before. Probably because something had spooked it. And they had gotten it pretty calm too.
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Pushing aside his annoyance at their work being undone, he pushed himself to his feet. Gritting his teeth, he started to track Ogerpon out. He still wasn’t about to give up on helping it.
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Along the way, he would come across as struggling. Being the kind of person he was, he would help them out. This usually meant purposefully throwing himself in harm's way to protect someone. Which led him to get more wounds than he would have otherwise.
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Most of them were gashes he got from the Nihilego's tentacles. Wincing, he paused to rip parts of his top off to tie off the gashes the tentacles had left along his body. He was reluctant to show people the scars he had acquired over the years, but if it was that or if he ended up bleeding out, he would take the former.
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After tending to his injuries a bit, he would immediately resume his search for Ogerpon. When he eventually found him, he would find the mask gone. As well as the chain. It would only be then that he would realize his own chain was gone as well, and seemingly the effects of poison as well.
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Seeing that Ogerpon seemed to be in good hands with Andrea Vaneau, he would simply walk off. He wasn’t a social person by any means and didn’t want to burden anyone with his presence, so he simply took his leave to get to the lower floor. The easiest path would probably be the hole in the floor.
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As he approached the hole, a sudden wave of dizziness as the adrenaline left his system would cause him to black out. When he came back to his senses a few minutes later, he would find himself in the feeding pit, making him realize he must have fallen through the hole in the ground when he blacked out.
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Wasn’t that just embarrassing?
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Wincing, he got up and checked himself over. His arm was still very much broken. The ribs are probably broken at this point. There are a few burns that may or may not join his collection of scars. His collection of gashes, some of which have already begun to scar. And the newer gashes had begun to bleed again, probably due to hurting the ground when he fell.
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Before he could worry too much about stopping the bleeding again, a few familiar cries would cause him to jerk his head up. And they all were. His Pokémon.
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Ignoring how damaged his body was, he ran towards his Pokémon, tripping over his feet a few times due to the state he was in, but managing to catch himself before he could fall.
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Throwing himself at his Pokémon, he would hold each of them close as he basked in their presence once more. He was especially happy to see Rook, who had been his rock through so much. Celestia would only allow this for so long before she decided she needed to set him up to fight.
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As Celestia’s Heal Pulse washed over him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, it didn’t fully heal him, but it did heal him enough that there was no longer any fear of collapsing. Especially not from blood loss since it stopped his injuries from bleeding once more.
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Giving each of his Pokémon a one-last hug, he would return his Pokémon to their pokeballs once he had them in his possession, with the exception of Volt, whom he decided to keep by his side.
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[attr="class","oocnotes"] + Hurt by Ogerpon’s retaliation, Ogerpon’s Hearthflame mask flame, Nihilego's tentacles, Hurt trying to protect other people, The leap to the lower floor (more like fall) [break] Injuries: Broken arm (left), a few broken ribs, gashes, blood loss (lessened after getting healed) [break] reunited with his Pokémon after falling into the feeding pit [break] Trips over his own feet a few times in his rush to reunite with them (endeavor), Galarian Rapidash uses Heal Pulse on him and alievetes a few of his injuries [break] Returns all of his Pokémon to their pokeballs with the exception of his Zebstrika

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He didn’t want to think of it like that. They might not have a choice. For so long, he had convinced himself that someone could control the way things turned out. And in his mind, that meant always sticking to your values. To your morals. If he didn’t have that, then what did he have?
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The mention of perhaps having to resort to killing made him flinch slightly. It was barely noticeable unless one was really paying attention. And probably not unless one knew him well.
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“It’s not just hurting people or even the prospect of killing people that’s the problem. I promised myself I would never be like my father. I worry that if I allow myself to hurt someone, that will be the first step in becoming the kind of person my father was.”
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Worry was putting it lightly. He was afraid of the idea of becoming like his father. However, he would never openly admit to being scared of anything. It was in him to ever admit to something like that.[break] Josh Devlin

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He knew he should run straight towards the lift. That’s what a sane person would do. They would try to save their own hide. But when had he ever thought of himself? It was why he hung back. He hung back to ensure everyone made it to safety, even if that meant going up against Okidogi himself.
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What he hadn’t been expecting was for the humanoid canine Pokémon to suddenly catch fire. Shock kept him rooted to the spot instead of shying away from the flames like a normal person. Seeing an attack directed towards a woman he didn’t recognize, he snapped back to attention, directing the chain to deflect Okidogi’s.
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At his cry of outrage at being thwarted again, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug. However, seeing most everyone on the platform already, the slight smugness would be replaced with worry, and he would urge the few stragglers along before getting onto the platform himself.
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It was only after the immediate threat was over that he noticed that he was beginning to feel terrible. In fact, it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Wincing slightly, he wrestled his mask off, only finding it slightly easier to breathe.
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As his vision wavered slightly, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, ignoring the pain that came with breathing. This was the first time in awhile that he felt so terrible. With how hard it was to breathe, he wondered if one of his lungs had collapsed. That was a thought, but he wasn’t sure it would explain the burning sensation he had when it came to breathing.
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Keeping his head down in the hopes of keeping someone from noticing how much he was struggling, he noticed his hands. Even in the poor lighting, he could see his skin starting to turn purple. No magenta.
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‘Wait magenta.’
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The thought ran through his mind over and over until it finally clicked as to why his skin would be turning magenta.
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Poison. And from the way, it made him feel pretty potent poison. It was just his luck to be badly poisoned.
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Curling his fist together, he ground his teeth together as bitterness flooded. Not towards anyone but himself.
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Why was he still so weak?
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As the lift stopped one last time, he snapped back into attention. Of course he had noticed them stop at the other floors along the way down, but as wrapped up in his thoughts as he was, he hadn’t given any indication that he had noticed.
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Despite his clouded thoughts, he took everything in with the same amount of alertness that he usually did. His gaze flickered briefly over the ultra-beast before settling on the masked Pokémon. The same Pokémon had targeted them whenever they had come into the feeding pit.
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The same Pokémon he had talked to Josh about. The same Pokémon he had claimed to be nothing more than a puppet to his friend. The same Pokémon he had felt bad for.
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Thoughts of what the masked Pokémon must have gone through made his heart clench. Sure, Ever might come off as an asshole to more than a few people. But if there was one thing that made Ever who he was, it was the soft spot he had for Pokémon.
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It's why he couldn’t just turn a blind eye to a Pokémon that needed help. However, before that, he quickly scanned to ensure his cellmate was doing okay before making his way towards the ogre pokemon.
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It was when he was there that he would run into Elise—not literally, of course. Seeing her and knowing he couldn’t let anything in good conscience happen to her, he felt adrenaline flood through him.
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“Quite the place to meet up again,” he said, his eyes filled with concern when he noticed the effects of poisoning in Elise Calcifet.
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His gaze would then take in the others nearby. None he knew. But if they were all here to help, he wouldn’t care.
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Speaking of how he was going to help,.
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Frowning, he forced himself to concentrate through the fog in his mind to get his chain to help remove the mask from the Ogerpon without hurting it.
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[attr="class","oocnotes"] + TL;DR: Toxic Chain Ability: Chains acts like another extension of his body. Acting like another limb, a more durable one. Mostly used as a shield of sorts to deflect hits but can be used to hit opponents if he so wishes but due to his dislike of violence the most he’ll do is knock the other person’s feet out from under them.[break] Lags behind to ensure everyone in the Weakling Ward gets to the platform safely. [break] Starts to feel the affects of being badly poisoned funding it difficult to breath (You had better not die Ever) [break] Looks to make sure Elaine Highland is okay [break] Goes to help Ogerpon [break] Oh look at that runs into Elise Calcifet and is worried about her poisoning despite being in bad shape himself [break] Seriously Ever you could learn to take it easy [break] Attempts to get the mask off the Ogerpon without hurting it

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Okay, so using fine wasn't the best idea. It was kind of an automated response, after all. But what else was he supposed to say?
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“I did tell them I was well enough one time, but that only ended up with them asking me what I meant by that. Like it wasn’t obvious,” he huffed. Seriously, talking about his feelings wasn’t something he cared for. In fact, he was still in the stage where talking about feelings was awkward.
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And at least he tried to answer. Or maybe it was just that he wasn’t stupid enough to try and tell them it was none of their business. Because yeah, that would go over so well.
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Yeah, pride was part of it, but there was more to it than that. Something he kept hidden even more than the fact his father abused him. Part of me felt he deserved it. His father was right about one thing: if it wasn’t for them, his mother would still be alive.
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“Even if I didn’t have pride, I wouldn’t be in any hurry to get out. My father isn’t to be taken lightly. As unfortunate as it may be, my father is cunning, manipulative, and charismatic. If I didn’t know firsthand what kind of guy he was, even I would have trouble believing him to be capable of doing the things he has done. We meet here because this is the only place I know of where he wouldn’t have eyes on me,” he explained, keeping his voice low to maintain the lowered volume he had been maintaining. After all, he didn’t want everyone in the cafe to overhear their conversation.
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It was not the very subtle taunt about his money handling; he had to resist the annoyed glare he wanted to send his way. “I don’t have a job. My father gives me money to get me out of the way, but it’s not much. Though perhaps using it to buy a few cups of coffee isn’t the best idea, I don’t have any other means of keeping myself from falling asleep.”
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Sure, preventing yourself from sleeping wasn’t entirely healthy. But considering the type of person his father was, he was reluctant to be so unguarded around him. Not that being awake around his father really helped him much.
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As he pushed some money toward him, he looked down at it. He so badly wanted to quip that becoming a prostitute probably wasn’t the best way to get out of his situation. However, his dislike of wasting time warred with that, and he bit the inside of his cheek to prevent those words from escaping.
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"Fine, let’s pretend in this scenario that my father is not very bright... If given the chance, I would take it. One would have to be a fool not to take a shot at freedom,” he commented with a small shrug.
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He didn’t admit that he had already tried to get out once before. Well, running away would be more likely. It could probably be implied that he had already tried to escape, though.[break] Nikita Sokolov

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