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After running into Josh Devlin in the dream world, he took to wandering the streets aimlessly as his mind raced.
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If his mentor was here, who else that he had grown close to was here?
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Was Elise Calcifet here?
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Just like with Josh, he thought he had heard her voice earlier when it came to voting. Since it seemed he had been right in his thoughts that Josh was here, wasn’t it right to assume Elise was here as well?
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And if those two were here, who else?
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Who else could be here with them that he had come to know before he had ended up in this mess?
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Taking a deep breath to steady himself, his racing thoughts slowed, at least enough for him to realize he had come to a stop. When had that happened? How long had he been standing here, just staring off into the distance?
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Mentally shaking himself, he took stock of his surroundings.
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He had no idea where he was in this dream world. Not really surprising.
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He was also completely alone. No one else in sight. Now, usually, he thrived in solitude, but at the moment, he just couldn’t help but feel unnerved.
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The feeling grew overwhelming, almost making him feel suffocated, despite the fact that the toxic chain as well as the mask that had bound him in the waking world were no longer present. In fact, nothing of the waking world remained when it came to his attire. His own clothing had been replaced by his Ranger uniform, though he couldn’t for the life of him remember if that was what he had been wearing when he had been knocked out.
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Attire aside, he still couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling of being alone in this place.
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So, ignoring his usual instincts of keeping his distance from others, he would resume walking with the purpose of finding someone. Anyone.
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Of course, at first, he would be unsuccessful. In fact, the first thing he would do was stumble across something kind of weird. A weird nursery with very familiar Pokémon floating in tubes with some kind of strange liquid.
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Rook, Volt, Flash, Nyx, Sonic Boom, and Celestia.
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They were all here. His Pokémon.
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Unlike many others, he didn’t try to break them out, instead choosing to just press his hand against the glass. While lucid dreaming was hard to come to terms with, he had enough experience dealing with dreams to know they never went the way you wanted. It was how they knew no force on earth would break their Pokémon out of their prisons. At least not while they were in this realistic dream world.
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“Wherever you are, I will find you. I’ll get you out of here; I just have to,” he murmured softly before reluctantly stepping back and allowing his hand to fall back to his side.
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Taking another deep breath, he would turn his back to the forms of his Pokémon and resume his earlier task of trying to find other people in the dream world they had found themselves in.
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He would actually manage to stumble across others. Some he would chat with for a bit, while others he would simply pass by.
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Eventually, he would find himself running into his cellmate after a bit more aimless wandering. The only acknowledgment he would give his cellmate Kyrenai Black is a simple inclination of his head before walking with them. However, he would remain silent, not adding anything to any conversation that sprung up, just choosing to let them do the talking.

[attr="class","oocnotes"] + TL;DR: Mentally freaks out over Josh Devlin being caught up in this mess as well as the possibility of others he has come to know in Hoenn being caught up in this mess [break] calms himself down and proceeds to find others [break] it’s unnerving being alone in this place okay [break] stumbles across his Pokémon [break] vows to get them all out even if he has some doubts on that front [break] he’s trying okay [break] reluctantly pulls himself away from his Pokémon and proceeds to come across the others [break] eventually finds himself in the company his cell mate once more and becomes a ghost as he follows Elaine Highland and Kyrenai Black around, not literally of course

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He had always heard that hope was something you gave yourself. Or maybe it was something he had read about. It was another; I couldn’t remember which. Not that it really mattered in the first place.
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Anyway, the point was that how could someone possibly give themselves hope if there had never been any hope to give in the first place? And how pathetic did that make him think that was the case?
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How could he possibly tell her that he had stopped believing in hope a long time ago? Or, better yet, that he had never really believed in hope in the first place. He had never had much reason to believe in it.
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He couldn’t do that.
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It was better to just let her believe that this whole situation was the reason he had no hope.
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And yet, when he did that, it felt almost like he was lying.
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He hated it.
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Hated the feeling of lying.
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Couldn't stand it.
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But it was better than admitting that his father had been a terrible father.
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To his relief, the subject would move on, and he would listen to what she would say. Well, that wasn’t really much of an answer. But he supposed it was better than nothing.
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“No windows, no doors; I feel like we’re princesses locked away at the top of the tower. The elevator platform is the only thing I’ve seen so far, but that too is a huge question mark,” he pointed out, keeping his voice low.
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It was actually annoying how few options they had when it came to any escape attempts. There was also the problem of them having the uncanny ability to know when they were up to no good. Seriously, couldn’t the wardens just fuck off and let them go? It was really sad that they couldn’t get over themselves and let them just get on with their own lives.
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His cellmate's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he listened to what she had to say. He almost wanted to groan at the information that she was a detective but refrained. Doing so would only bring forth questions.
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However, the part about hell had him biting his lip to keep from. He didn’t find much funny. Never had. But for some reason, he found that part of her comment funny.
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Maybe because he felt like he was living in hell for sixteen years of his life.
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He wasn’t really sure.
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Well, wherever it was, he decided against laughing. It would be pretty alarming if he just started laughing after all. Especially in the kind of situation they were in.
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“I will try and be more hopeful.”
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Now if only he knew what hope felt like.
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This whole hope thing was easier said than done.[break] Elaine Highland

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Okay, where was he?
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The last thing he remembered was nodding off in his cell. So shouldn’t he be opening his eyes there, breathing raggedly from one of the usual nightmares that plague him? Not waking up in a place he had never set eyes on before?
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Eyes wide, he continued to look around, trying and failing to figure out why he would wake up in a place like this. His imagination was nowhere good enough to come up with something like this; in fact, he was sure his imagination was too dark to actually come up with something like this.
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Mentally shaking himself, he quickly recovered his composure before making his way through the strange new city he had found himself in. Though he was sure it wasn’t real, he told himself it wouldn’t hurt to look around.
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It was upon exploring that he would see someone he was hoping he wouldn’t. Not because he didn’t like this person, but because his being here meant he was also in danger. Just the thought of someone he cared about being in such a precious situation made his stomach churn.
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“Josh!” he called out, already running towards the other figure. A figure he would know anywhere just because of how much time they had spent together on missions as well as outside of them.[break] Josh Devlin

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It was a relief not to continue the conversation about mistreating Pokemon. Not that he showed it. He just continued on with the next conversation topic, like they hadn’t just been talking about Pokémon being mistreated. In his defense, that was just the way he had learned to cope with stuff that bothered him—just bottle it up in the hopes it would stop bothering him on its own.
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Once the older male had seated himself beside him, he would get Rook to take to the skies, making sure to start the ascent slower than he normally would. At the comment, he would give the other a sideways glance but wouldn’t dare take his gaze away from the path before them. As he addressed the older male’s comment, he would rather not risk crashing after all.
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“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Anything could happen between here and Lilycove. We could get intercepted by flying-type Pokémon or end up in a freak storm. You never know. Don’t just assume everything will be fine and dandy,” he said, trying not to come off as he was scolding the older male.
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Considering his skills at keeping his tone and expression impassive, he felt he succeeded. Or at least he hoped he hadn’t come off as chiding. Remiel was older than him after all.[break] Remiel Calcifet

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It took a few minutes before he was spotted, but once he was, she greeted him and then immediately told him what the problem was. Good, she wasn’t wasting any time. There wasn’t much else he hated than someone who beat around the bush. He much preferred it when someone got straight to the point.
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“Yes,” he said before simply dropping down beside her as the Corviknight continued to hover in the air. "Rook, keep an eye on your surroundings. Whatever left the Staraptor in such a state may still be around,” he called up to the metal bird before turning his attention back to the woman.
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He thought she was younger than him. Maybe a few years younger than himself. Considering how many people were on their phones, he was actually surprised someone around his age had noticed anything amiss. Not that he would tell her as much.
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“Considering your earlier comment, I’m assuming your Wigglytuff knows a healing move, which I didn’t know they could do. That’s besides the point, though. I also have a Pokémon who has healing,” he explained. “Perhaps if we try and send healing energy from a distance, we can call the staraptor down a bit that way, at least enough to be able to give it a healing potion.”
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It wasn’t the best idea one could come up with. It was better than nothing, though, and the best they had when they didn’t have a lot of time.[break] Thea Naito

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Ignoring the pain was easy. He was used to pain. To the point that the beating he had received courtesy of the creature was nothing but a dull ache, getting back to work was easy for the most part. What would actually hinder him was the dizziness that had sprung up. Either due to the blood he had managed to lose during the beating or due to hitting his head a second time,.
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He closed his eyes briefly in hopes of dispelling his dizziness, only to immediately open them when he heard the creatures cry. A bit wary of it going on another rampage, he looked around warily, only to see it getting yanked to who knows where by chains that had wrapped around it.
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“Not fair,” he mumbled, shaking his head at the audacity of the wardens, only to wince slightly as his vision swam.
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Taking a deep breath, he was about to take a look around when they were told they were to get a shower. That was all the warning they received before they were hit by a torrent of ice-cold water. As the water battered his wounded torso, he ground his teeth together.
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Soon enough, not as quick as he would like, their so-called shower was over. Before he could recover from their so-called shower, the chains around his neck tightened, making his hands immediately shoot towards his neck before he realized the chains hadn’t tightened enough to cut off his air flow. Grudgingly, he allowed his hands to fall back to his side without even touching the chain before allowing himself to be herded through another door that had seemingly appeared.
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Being the cautious person he was, as they were led through the door, he started to look around as he walked. Having looked back at the creature, he noticed that whatever mochi slop they had cleaned up had been given to the creature to eat. The idea made him inwardly cringe, and he immediately turned away.
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To distract himself, he allowed his gaze to wander as they were led down the hallway. Noticing the fleshy tubes, he couldn’t help but get a bad feeling. Tearing his gaze, he from then on decided to look straight ahead. Though it wasn’t like they had much further to go, it was almost like right after he had decided not to look around, they were being herded back onto the platform.
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Before being shoved onto the platform, they were given fresh clothes. Deciding he would find a time to change later, he held onto the clothes as he allowed himself to be herded back onto the platform.
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Scared that he might see Elise Calcifet and Josh Devlin sporting injuries of their own, he didn’t try and look around. Not that he was a hundred percent sure they were down here with him. Perhaps it had just been people that sounded like them. Fear of being proven right that they were here with him was another reason that kept him from looking around.
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Eventually they would be returned to their cells, their chains immediately latching back onto the cell door. Putting aside the dry clothes, he immediately turned to his cellmate. “Are you badly hurt? I tried to check you over earlier,” he admitted, his own sustained injuries ignored in favor of making sure his cellmate was okay.
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After getting an answer, he would speak up once more. “You should change out of those wet clothes; it wouldn’t do to get sick on top of everything else. I’ll turn my back on you and give you some privacy,” he said before turning away from her. It would only be when he was sure she wasn’t looking herself that he would change his own clothes.
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Of course, with the fabric being plastered on some of his injuries, changing was harder than it probably should be, but he managed it. After getting changed into dry clothes, he would eat a bit of mochi, not like he really had any choice, and wait until his hair had dried some before laying on the ground.
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Of course he would try and stay awake, wary of having his usual nightmares, but without coffee, it was a losing battle, and soon enough, without meaning to, he would nod off.[break] Elaine Highland

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It seemed they were in agreement. Being stuck behind a desk would stink. Though he supposed that as long as he wouldn’t be landed with a desk job, he wouldn’t mind rising through the ranks either. Besides, at some point, he would like to feel like he was on the same level as his partner and not that he needed some kind of babysitter.
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Ignoring the others amusement at his choice of a large coffee, he simply took a sip of it as he followed the older male. Soon enough, they can't come across a group of people near the gym. They were spotted sooner than he would actually like, and he beckoned forward.
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As they were introduced, he had to bite his tongue from pointing out that the speaker had no way of knowing whether or not he and Oliver were the rangers finest, least of all him. It would be quite a disparaging comment to make, especially about himself. With more coffee in his system, he knew better than that. I couldn’t deal with the strange looks such comments brought today, so it was best just to keep his mouth shut.
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Luckily, the older male took it upon himself to address the crowd. Ever wasn’t exactly what one would call a people person. Especially not when it came to crowds. He thought standing before a crowd was better than being in one.
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He was quick to notice that all but three people in the crowd cheered. Three of them hung back with frowns—more like scowls, if he was honest. Something about them screamed trouble, and he was instantly on guard, not that that wasn’t his normal state of being.
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As Oliver spoke to the masses, he kept an eye on the three, though he made sure not to make it too obvious that he was watching them. Still, he couldn’t help feeling annoyed when one finally decided to step forward and challenge what Oliver was saying, even if he had kind of been expecting it.
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Some of his points had something to do with the takeover of Sootopolis, like they actually had anything to do with that, as well as what had happened with the Silent Icelands. His two companions were quick to agree, while the crowd was a mix of people who looked unimpressed by their points and those who seemed uncertain about whether or not they believed him.
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Realizing just what the troublemakers were trying to do, he resisted the urge to sigh. It seemed their goal was to start a riot.
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Before their plan could come to fruition, he decided dispelling the crowd's concern had to be done. His first instinct was to claim that what happened at Sootopolis had nothing to do with their line of work. Nor could they control what a legendary Pokémon did. However, he quashed that instinct instead, deciding upon a different tactic.
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“Like everyone else, we are just humans, and we make mistakes. There is no such thing as a perfect human being, and those who say they are are lying to themselves. What matters is that we try and make up for our mistakes,” he told them, not willing to say more on the subject. Hopefully Oliver would further dispel the mood since it wasn’t exactly his strong point.[break] Oliver Shrakes

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He supposed that was true. Still, he couldn't really see if he understood. Well, he supposed it wasn't all bad. He could be surrounded by people after all.
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"I guess so, it's better than being hemmed in by other people, I'll give it that," he said at last. It was clear to him that was the only upside to being in a sewer.
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At the mention of treehouses, he nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty great. The fact that it's quiet and the workout to get from the ground to the treehouse is a plus. A good way to stay fit."
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He said that, but it wasn't like he needed the excuse of living in a treehouse to stay fit. Even outside his ranger duties, he exercised. He usually spent a little time each day getting in a bit of exercise. He found it was something that kept him occupied.
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A quickly solved problem was preferred by him as well. Pokémon and people alike would soon be affected by whatever was going on here if they didn't hurry. From what he heard, Pokémon were already being affected in some way by what was going on here.
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Mentally shaking himself, he continued to follow them until they came across a cluster of Pokémon. As they spoke, his attention remained fixed on the Pokémon. "I'm sure you would all feel much better if you weren't all trapped here," he added, his voice surprisingly soothing.
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Once it was clear they wouldn't get attacked, he helped Lutgarde investigate. As expected, one of the tunnels leading further into the sewers was blocked. Frowning, he eyed the blockage before turning his attention to his partner.
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"No, it almost looks intentional," he agreed.
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Was someone blocking off the tunnels? Or was it some kind of Pokémon further into the sewer?
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He supposed unless they found a way to remove the blockage, they wouldn't receive any answers.
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However, trying to remove it themselves was out of the question. Not with poisonous sludge mixed into everything. He would much prefer not to get poisoned. That really only left one option though.
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"Do you think you could help us out? We would be really grateful if you did," he stated, turning his attention back to the cluster of Pokémon.[break] Lutgarde Dijkstra

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He wasn't sure if he believed her. It was one thing to not have hope because a situation was too much. It was another thing entirely to have never had hope to begin with. If he was being honest, he had stopped believing in hope a long time ago. Even after being rescued from his father's clutches, he went about his days waiting for the other shoe to drop. He just hadn't expected it to be something like this.
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Kind of pathetic, really, that he had found himself back at square one. It was almost like nothing had changed since then. That he was the same scared little kid he had been back then.
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No, he couldn't think like that.
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Nothing was ever set in stone.
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He mentally shook himself, disgusted with himself. He really was pathetic. Why did he have to be so useless?
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"You haven't," he pointed out, his tone completely neutral, hiding away the turmoil inside him.
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At the mention of finding it hard not to lose hope on getting out of here, guilt flooded him. Was it right of him to have already lost hope? No, that wasn't right. Was it right for him to have never had hope in the first place?
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Did it make him selfish? After all, if he couldn't hope for himself to get out of here, shouldn't he have hope he would get out of here if not for himself, for his grandparents?
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"My grandparents are probably worried sick," he said, it taking all his willpower to keep his tone impassive. Impassive like he was simply stating facts.
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Though he had been able to keep his emotions out of his voice, if Elaine looked over, she might notice his hands had curled into fists. It appeared he was more angry with the idea of his grandparents being worried than of being imprisoned here.
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A sigh escaped him at the mention of not giving up hope. He debated what to do. "Without our Pokémon, how do you think we would pull it off?"
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Hopefully, she wouldn't say what he was thinking.[break] Elaine Highland

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The votes were eventually tallied, and like the rest of the weakling ward, he was forced onto the platform. With the dummy ward already on the platform, it was a tight fit. So much so that he felt himself pressed shoulder to shoulder with those already him. As the platform descended, he stood stiffly, trying not to think too much about how closely he was pressing on those around him.
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There was a reason he hated crowds. He hated the chance of brushing up against someone—the psychical contact that could come with being in a crowd. He tried to distract himself from the claustrophobia that tried to creep up on him, but the darkness they descended into didn’t help.
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Refusing to give into the rising panic, he curled his hands into tight fists, tight enough for his nails to dig into his palms hard enough to draw blood. This would be enough to push through the panic. However, even without the risk of a panic attack, it wasn’t like he relaxed his posture at all.
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Throughout the rest of the ride, he maintained his stiff posture, looking straight ahead and not trying to strain his eyes to see if he could recognize anyone. Though he was pretty sure he knew some of the people already, He was pretty sure he recognized the voice as Josh Devlin earlier as well as Elise Calcifet.
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The idea that people he cared about could be here as well was almost too much to bear. He had been able to ignore it earlier, but now that he had nothing to distract himself with, it was hard not to think about it.
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When they finally reached the bottom and were forcefully shoved off, it took all of his willpower not to tell their captures to fuck off, instead choosing to simply glare at their captures as he barely managed to keep himself from falling. Though, due to the mask, he was unsure how effective the glare was.
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When he and the others were shoved once more, he instinctively threw out his hands to break his fall when he failed to maintain his balance this time around. As one of his others twisted under him, he grunted in surprise but otherwise didn’t make a sound.
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“Assholes,” he huffed when he noticed the two wardens’s high-five.
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He would then turn his attention to the Megalopolan speaker as he began to tell them what was expected of them. Again, he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying what he wanted.
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Which would’ve been something along the lines of telling them to clean it themselves because none of them were their momma.
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Instead of saying what he wanted at the risk of painting even more of a target on his back, he simply got to work.
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However, upon being told that the ugly ward had voted for the dummy ward to receive more punishment, his decision to keep his mouth shut wavered, and before he was even aware of it, he was speaking.
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"Funny, I don’t remember it being mentioned that the ugly ward would be voting as well,” he said, tone-scathing.
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Before he could say much else, the sound of a door sliding open drew his attention. Suddenly more alert than before, his eyes scanned the darkness around him. The scream of a prisoner barely got a reaction from him; his only reaction was to look in the direction the sound had come from.
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Annoyingly, it was hard to see anything. Anger at the warden’s momentarily forgotten, he resumed working. However, as he worked, his gaze continued to scan their surroundings.
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He could hear even more of his workers getting seemingly attacked by something, causing him to be on high alert.
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While he couldn’t see any of the others get attacked in the limited amount of light, he was close enough to Elaine to notice when she got attacked. At first, he was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything as some strange creature started to beat on her.
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It was only when the creature stopped beating on her and seemingly went off somewhere else that he would snap to his senses and make his way to his cellmate. Not even hesitating, he crouched down by his cellmate, checking her over just to see how hurt she was.
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As preoccupied as he was with checking his cellmate over, he failed to notice that the creature had come back. It wasn’t until he was forcefully knocked away from his cellmate, the back of his head hitting the ground and making him momentarily see stars, that he would realize the mistake of assuming the thing had gone off. Hadn’t his father done exactly the same thing, pretending to leave only to come back?
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Since he was dazed at first, the creature was able to deliver blows that bruised his ribs. Coming back to his senses, he curled into a fetal position, protecting his head, face, and neck from any stray hits with the vine.
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Throughout the beating, he didn’t make a sound. He didn’t so much as flinch. Eventually, it would seem the creature grew bored, probably due to his lack of response, and went to go beat someone else.
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Part of him wanted to go after it and ensure it didn’t do this to anyone else. And yet, when he pushed himself back into a sitting position, he realized trying to protect others from the creature wasn’t the best idea.
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While he could ignore the pain, blood loss was another matter entirely. Loose too much, and you were basically done.
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Still not wanting to be at risk of another attack from the creature or one of the wardens, he simply got back to work; however, that didn’t stop him from glaring balefully at the wardens while he worked.
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Though he wasn't bothering to hide the fact that he was glaring at the wardens while he worked, there were other things on his mind. Like Elaine having been subjected to a beating before him. That also got him thinking of the possibility of Josh Devlin and Elise Calcifet being here.
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He hoped he was wrong. But if he wasn't, he prayed to any higher being that would listen and say that they would be spared any beatings as well as anyone else he had grown to know before ending up in this predicament. [break] Elaine Highland
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As expected, his cellmate wouldn't give a certain answer. Nothing was absolute. Either they got out of here or they wouldn't be new that.
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He had already prepared himself for the worst-case scenario of not getting out of here. After all, without their Pokémon to aid them, they were basically powerless. The chances of them escaping were slim to none, the way he saw it.
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The question was, had Elaine prepared herself for such a scenario?
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He didn't ask, though.
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He couldn't.
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Instead, he chose to allow her to continue the conversation. Chose to pretend that the thought of not escaping hadn't even crossed his mind. No need for him to bring both of their moods down.
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"I..."
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What should he say? Should he tell the truth? He hated lying. And yet, wouldn't the truth just bring the mood down? Why must he do this? Why must he ruin things for others?
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Pushing aside the dark thoughts, the ones that made him hate himself, he gathered his thoughts in order to answer.
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"I don't know," he finally admitted.
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He fell silent for a few minutes before speaking once more. "I find it hard to have hope. Sorry, I've always been a bit of a pessimist."[break] Elaine Highland

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[attr="class","header"]EVERYDAY BY MYSELF I’M BREAKING DOWN

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Pain nor suffering were exactly new to him. This was not the first time he had his back to the wall. For sixteen years, he had had his back to the wall until he had been given a way out, only being unable to escape what he had been through in his dreams. To remedy that, he chose not to sleep.
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Sleep had become something to be wary of. He had thought, as long as he didn't sleep, he would be safe.
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What a fool he had been.
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Just three years later, with his back once more against the wall. He didn't understand it. What higher being had he pissed off to end up in these kinds of situations? Because he had to have pissed off some higher being.
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First his father and now these Pokémon. And what was all that about some three-day war? He hadn't had much time to read the news lately, only being able to go on vague whispers to know what was going on.
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His cellmate had seemed just as confused as he was about the whole thing.
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That was another thing, he had a cellmate.
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Someone that could end suffering just like him. Just like he had suffered when living with his father.
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Just the thought was almost too much to bear.
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He didn't want anyone else to suffer. He would throw himself between the wardens and those who were to be punished if he could. He had a feeling it wouldn't be that simple.
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Still, he hated feeling powerless. Hated being unable to stop those around him from getting hurt.
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"Do you think we'll get out of here?"
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His quiet voice lacked emotion, making it unclear what he thought. Still, he wanted her opinion on the matter.[break] Elaine Highland

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