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POSTED ON Oct 31, 2023 3:07:35 GMT

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-1X SHADOW MOVE TUTOR (DDD thread reward)
[break]-2X TM/TR USAGE (FROM PC - DDD thread reward)
[break]-1X WAILMER PAIL 200 PD

ROOK THE UMBREON

[break]DARK PULSE, MOONLIGHT, CONFUSE RAY
[break]MEAN LOOK, BATON PASS, HELPING HAND

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Rook became a SHADOW POKEMON.

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Rook forgot BATON PASS.
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ASTA THE ESPEON

[break]PSYCHIC, MORNING SUN, FUTURE SIGHT
[break]SAND ATTACK, BATON PASS, HELPING HAND

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Asta forgot SAND ATTACK.
[break]Asta learned SHADOW BALL.

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Asta forgot BATON PASS.
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V: "blackest night"

When Riley opened his eyes, he woke to darkness and ruin.
[break][break]He was sitting in the same diner as last time, but things were... different. Wrong. It looked as though a hurricane had torn through the place: furniture was tossed in every direction, the signs and light fixtures had been torn down and destroyed, and the entire place smelled of death and decay. The scene was illuminated exclusively by the flickering of red fluorescent lights, casting an eerie, colourful glow over the destruction. In the distance, he could hear the creak of the jukebox, playing the remnants of song, almost entirely consumed by static and distortion.
[break][break]Sharp pain. When Riley went to take a breath, pain radiated out from his entire body. When he looked down, he saw that, somehow, thorny briars had grown on top of him, wrapping around his chest and arms. He reached down, attempting to pull the briars off, only to recoil in pain as the sharp thorns punctured his palm. Was this... a nightmare? He looked up, then all around, desperation puddling in his lungs.
[break][break]And then he saw it. The nightmare itself.
[break][break]Sitting across from him in the booth was... what could only be described as monster born of dark flames. Vaguely humanoid, the spectre was formed entirely out of... shadow? It flickered and folded much like a fire would, but staring into it was like gazing into the darkest of nights. In fact, the only way Riley could actually see the creature was when the light illuminated the scene... only for the darkness to draw in the light around it, and consume it.
[break][break]Yep. Definitely a nightmare.
[break][break]"What... are you?" Riley croaked. He could speak this time, apparently.
[break][break]Your birthright. Somehow, he knew the answer, even without the shadow speaking.
[break][break]The spectre rose from its seat, causing an intense heat to wash over Riley as it drew closer. With the sound of sizzling ringing in his ears, he looked down to see the briars, bubbling to a crisp and releasing their grip on him. The shadow stepped away from the table, moving towards the diner's emergency exit. Riley watched as it blew the door open, ripping it right off its hinges, all with a single touch of its palm. Then it disappeared.
[break][break]Grimacing, he reached down and grabbed the melted briars, gingerly wiggling his way out of them. After the initial flash of pain, it actually wasn't much trouble—perhaps because his mind was elsewhere. His heart was beating a hundred miles per minute, with enough adrenaline to make him sick to his stomach.
[break][break]Once he'd peeled himself out of the briars, Riley climbed his way out of the booth, then over the debris towards the diner's emergency exit. He wasn't sure why he was following that... thing. Dread hung in his heart like a stone. Something awful was going to happen if he didn't catch it.
[break][break]As Riley stepped through the doorframe, he found himself... elsewhere. Again.
[break][break]It was still the middle of the night, though the moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the scene in front of him. He stood on a rooftop, overlooking Slateport City's lower district. From this vantage point, he could see the empty stalls of the night market. Something was wrong. No matter where he looked... the city was empty. Not a single building had its lights on, nor was there a single person wandering the streets. It was as though everyone had just... disappeared.
[break][break]We are alone.
[break][break]Riley turned to his left. The shadow was there, sitting on the edge of the building. Its body flickered with the wind, and Riley could feel the heat radiating from it. As it spoke, it turned its entire "head" to look at him, its eyeless face unreadable. What... was Riley supposed to do here? He hadn't exactly expected to get this far. Was he supposed to attack the nightmare, to try and destroy it? Run away and hope it doesn't follow? For a long, empty moment, Riley stared at the shadow, stuck in between fight or flight.
[break][break]He decided, in the end, to do neither.
[break][break]Moving towards the edge, Riley took a seat alongside the shadow, though he kept a good three feet between them. The shadow tilted its head as he did so, but didn't make any other moves, nor did it seem entirely surprised by the decision.
[break][break]"So. It's you and me then." A ghost of his very own.
[break][break]We are alone, It repeated. No one in the world. No one who cares.
[break][break]"No. I guess there isn't."
[break][break]It hurts. Every waking moment is like being punctured, over and over again. The ghost's voiceless speech was dispassionate and emotionless. But Riley knew himself well enough to know a facade when he saw it. But no one can sees the blood as it drips onto the coals. No one can hear our cries for help.
[break][break]"I know," Riley replied, his voice surprisingly gentle.
[break][break]All we have is each other, it said. How could you refuse me?
[break][break]Riley looked out into the empty streets of Slateport, silent for a while. Wind brushed up against him, and he tucked into his coat. His coat, finally—he'd changed back into his normal attire after stepping out from the emergency door. It was reassuring, somehow.
[break][break]"I want to be someone worth loving," he replied back, soft. "I wouldn't like myself very much if I tapped into you. My anger. My resentment. My birthright." He paused. An uncharacteristic smile crossed onto his face, as he thought of Umbreon and Espeon. "I want to help people. I want to protect people. I always have. And I can't do that with you."
[break][break]As he turned back to look at his ghost, his eyes widened: The shadowy silhouette that had been sitting beside him was gone. In its place sat a flickering black ball of fire, small enough to hold in his hands. Reaching over, Riley gently grasped the flame in two hands—letting out a small wince as flames licked his arm—and pulled it to sit in his lap. Heat washed over him, but it wasn't painful in the same way as it once had been. Like this, it wasn't as terrifying.
[break][break]It was just a part of him, like anything else. He could manage that.

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POSTED ON Oct 30, 2023 20:49:53 GMT

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Paying respects was a personal experience. Riley knew that.
[break][break]Still, he wasn't entirely certain what to make of the other person waiting at the memorial. She was a girl, seemingly around his age, with pristine blonde hair. She was wearing a pure white dress, which struck Riley as a bit of an odd thing to wear to a memorial, but he wasn't exactly one to judge—he'd come wearing a jacket and combat boots. He looked like he were about to vandalize the memorial, rather than pay respects. So maybe there wasn't really a dress code for one of these things. Or... well, they were both poorly dressed. Either way, it wasn't his business.
[break][break]Still, while the girl seemed fine to be in her own thoughts, Riley couldn't help but fill the silence with a question: was she here for anyone in specific? It was a bit of a personal question, which Riley realized pretty quick, so he went back on the question, mentioning that he could leave if she wanted to be alone. He was just a voyeur here, after all.
[break][break]Her response was... strange. Really fucking weird, actually. Ignoring his question completely, she turned to him and asked if he was, quote, "satisfied with the way things are". In response, Riley stared at her for a moment, his eyes slightly narrowed as he attempted to process the question. Who the fuck started a conversation like that? Still, he gave her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was building up to something. Her answer to her own question was clearly a no.
[break][break]"Um... is anyone?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. "The world is pretty shitty at times. Wars and corrupt corporations and shit are one thing, but then you have stuff like this..." He gestured to the memorial. "A senseless, unavoidable tragedy. And it all feels pretty bleak sometimes." At his feet, Espeon's tail flicked back and forth. "...Why?" He added, wondering what she was getting at.

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POSTED ON Oct 27, 2023 2:11:16 GMT

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IV: "hello, my old heart"

Riley walked. And walked. And walked some more.
[break][break]He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been walking. He'd left Pyrite Town, and the bastard, in the dust behind him. Gradually, the click of his boots on the dusty road had become a monotonous melody, fading gently to the back of his mind. No matter how long he walked, the sun hung high in the sky, with only his hat serving to protect his face from its scorching rays.
[break][break]Then he saw it. An old, worn-down diner, just a small ways ahead of him. There wasn't a soul around, yet Riley felt himself drawn to it like moth to flame. He walked up the wooden, creaky steps, and pushed through the door.
[break][break]And found himself somewhere else entirely. It was as though he had leapt through time. Colour returned to the world. He had left the era of Orre's prospecting days and found himself in a more modern era, albeit one closer to the time of his father's youth than his own. His hat and poncho were gone, replaced with a letter jacket and his combat boots.
[break][break]The diner was ripped straight out of the 50s, awash in a golden glow. Outside, it was pitch-black, not a glimpse of moonlight to be found. There was an old folks song playing from a jukebox, its melody haunting and quiet. Rain pounded heavy on the roof, occasionally dying away a little bit before returning in full force.
[break][break]There was only one other person in the diner: a waitress, sitting on a small stool near the front. As Riley took a step towards her, she looked up, and Riley started backwards. Her eyes were covered in black scratches, as though someone had taken a pencil and scribbled all over her face. She stared at him for a moment, before nodding to an empty booth and looking back down. He followed her direction.
[break][break]As Riley slid into the booth, people began to filter into the diner after him. All with that same, scratchy filter over their eyes. They were a wide variety of ages. Some old, some young. Some pretty, some not. None of them looked at him. In fact, a lot of them seemed to be outright ignoring him. He could hear snippets of conversations, punchlines of jokes. It was like he was a ghost, watching the lives of others play out around him.
[break][break]"Can I sit here?"
[break][break]Riley looked up to see a young man standing at the end of his table, tall and handsome. He didn't look like anyone Riley knew specifically, but he felt... familiar. His face was scratched out, just like the rest of them, but he offered Riley a welcoming smile. Honestly, Riley was mostly just relieved that anyone could see him at all. When he opened his mouth to respond, he found that no words would come. So he just nodded.
[break][break]The young man slid into the booth opposite him, slicking back his hair. "So," the man said. "I've got this party tonight. Do you want to come?" The young man looked away, his cheeks flushing a bit. "If you did, we could... get to know each other better." As he spoke, the young man extended a hand across the table, his palm faced upwards in invitation.
[break][break]Riley wanted to say yes. He didn't know why, only that he desperately wanted to say yes. But again, no words left him when he opened his mouth to speak. The other man's smile wavered. Desperately, Riley reached a hand out to grab onto him. To accept in any way he could. But his hand passed right through.
[break][break]The other man was frowning. "You can just say no, y'know," he said, irritated. "You don't have to ignore me." With a huff, the man stood from the booth, and stepped away. Riley's eyes trailed after him, his stomach turning. With all of his heart, he wanted to follow. To explain. But he couldn't.
[break][break]One by one, Riley watched as everyone left the diner again. Some in pairs, some in groups—but everyone had someone. Except him. In the end, Riley was left alone in that booth, watching the rain pour down the windows and listening to that quiet, haunting song play on loop.

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POSTED ON Oct 23, 2023 10:28:20 GMT

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Friends. Riley... didn't have many friends.
[break][break]Sure, he'd met plenty of acquaintances in Hoenn. Classmates, coworkers, et cetera. There were even a few people he'd consider himself... friendly with. But he'd burned most of his bridges back in Orre, and he hadn't really settled properly in Hoenn yet. He didn't mind that, necessarily. He liked being alone, and if he needed the company, he always had his pokémon.
[break][break]But that didn't mean being friendless was fun to admit out loud.
[break][break]So when Sierra, his casual work acquaintance, had invited him to a small party for one of pokémon, he'd... accepted? It had been a spur of the moment decision, but it had felt right. It could even be fun, he thought! A little party for a pokémon. What was the tradition gift for a pokémon, anyway?
[break][break]Which was how Riley found himself walking into a bar in Slateport, carrying a small package under his arm. He wasn't sure if Sierra wanted a... dress code for this event, so he just dressed in his standard clothes: his jeans, his tank, and his signature brown jacket. His hair had been pulled back out of his eyes, so at the very least, if he met any reporter people at this party, he wouldn't look like a homeless person.
[break][break]Speaking of which, Riley was mildly surprised to see Moss, of all people, standing in the bar alongside Sierra. Had she invited him? He hadn't thought they were close like that. Actually... taking a look around, it looked like they were the only ones here. Had they gotten the time wrong? "Uh. Hey, Sierra," he nodded to her. "Moss," he added, with a nod to the boy. "Am I, um... early?"
[break][break]God, he hoped he was early.

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POSTED ON Oct 23, 2023 9:50:49 GMT

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Momo seemed pretty excited about his trip to Meteor Falls, which was enough to make Riley a little bashful. He shook his head. "Nah," he replied, waving his hand. "Nothing too tough. The hike was a bit steep, but the actual place was pretty quiet." That didn't mean it was absent of dangerous pokémon or anything, but the actual terrain wasn't too treacherous. Then again, maybe he and Momo had different ideas of what constituted as "tough".
[break][break]With that said, Riley couldn't help but be a bit impressed with her skills as a trainer. It was clear that she and Silque were a practiced pair, and Riley couldn't help but sate his curiosity a bit. As Momo finished her catch, he asked if she was a professional trainer, and to his surprise, she denied this. She actually hadn't been battling or catching for that long! She was a coordinator, though, so professional wasn't too far. "Coordinator, nice." Riley replied with a nod. Contests had never been his thing, but he respected the practice. "That explains all the pink. Only a coordinator would have such a clear sense of aesthetic," he joked, deadpan, as they walked along.
[break][break]It wasn't long before they found some more pokémon to test their skills on: a drednaw and a florges. Momo seemed fixated on the Florges, so Riley turned his attention to the drednaw. "Alright, Umbreon, your go." The umbreon leapt into battle, bouncing side to side in a fighting stance. "Start with—" So eager for battle, Umbreon leapt into action, unleashing a DARK PULSE upon the drednaw. The drednaw let out a low groan, and seemed to assess the situation... before turning and fleeing into the nearby water.
[break][break]Riley sighed, looking into his hand. "Umbreon, remember... that's why we start with MEAN LOOK, yeah? Granted, he hadn't expected the drednaw to just flee like that, but still. Umbreon looked a little bashful, plopping down into the grass with a huff. Espeon approached and sat down next to his partner, resting his tail on his back, and turned to watch Silque fight the Florges.
[break][break]Riley also turned his attention to the other battle, pulling his polaroid out of his bag. As Silque unleashed her MOONBLAST, Riley snapped a clean photo, which then printed out almost immediately. He smiled to himself—it turned out well! Silque looked both cute and strong in the photo, which Riley gathered was a plus when it came to contests.
[break][break]Approaching Momo and her freshly-caught Florges, he rolled his eyes. "How about sending some of that beginner's luck my way?" he joked again in that signature monotone. With that, he handed her the polaroid of her and Silque. "There you go. Pro bono. Thanks for being such a good subject."

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POSTED ON Oct 23, 2023 9:06:32 GMT

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"Once again, nice work, Blue."
[break][break]Riley watched as the eager oshawott smashed another of the burnt logs to pieces, riding atop a tiny wave before smashing his head into the brittle wood. A little dizzy, the oshawott turned back and gave him a big thumbs up, stumbling a little bit as he did so. Riley couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Blue had an energy that was hard to match, but Riley couldn't deny that the little guy was easy to get attached to. He'd have to thank Sierra later.
[break][break]Riley paused, looking around. They'd destroyed most of the logs around here now, in a way that almost made him feel bad. "Who is even burning up these logs, anyway?" There was no way this was a natural thing caused by Mt. Chimney, right? Blue looked up at him, before giving a long, disinterested shrug.
[break][break]Right on cue, a perfect suspect came bumbling out from behind some rocks. A tepig! "Shit," Riley muttered, admiring the specimen. Tepig were pretty rare in the wild. The tepig took a long look at the two of them, a snort coming out of its nostrils. Then it charged!
[break][break]"Go, Blue!" Riley called, taking a step back. The oshawott nodded, rushing to meet the tepig with his AQUA JET. The wave crashed into the tepig, which let out a loud squeal and stumbled backwards. Blue capitalized on the advantage and leapt towards the tepig, scalchop brandished. He used RAZOR SHELL, bringing it down upon the Tepig, who collapsed into a heap.
[break][break]Riley paused. Should he...? Eh, fuck it. Reaching into his bag, Riley pulled out a spare pokéball, before tossing it in the direction of the collapsed tepig, who disappeared into a glow of red light. Blue rushed back to him, arms waving. Smiling, Riley extended a hand, and Blue leapt up, giving him a high-five.
[break][break]"Thanks for the assist, Blue. You're gonna make a pretty good fighter." With that, the two of them headed off back to town.

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POSTED ON Oct 23, 2023 5:00:34 GMT

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III: "tell me i can change"

"Is that our cue, Maddox?"
[break][break]"Nope. Different mark. They'll be here."
[break][break]A cool desert breeze washed over Riley, as he crouched down behind a set of rocks. He nestled deeper into his poncho. Above him, drips of moonlight peeked in through the clouds, casting slivers of light onto the barren wasteland that was Orre. In the distance, Pyrite Town was barely visible—and there was nothing else in sight, beyond the open road.
[break][break]Riley was younger in this dream than the last, no older than sixteen. He was roughly the same height as his adult self, but he had not yet filled out with muscles or scars. His clothes were similar to those he wore previously, with the cowboy boots and hat, but this time, he wore a bandana over his face, obscuring his features. His vision remained in black-and-white.
[break][break]A set of rapidash road past, each carrying a rider, though their faces were obscured in shadow. If they saw the gang of teenagers huddled on either side of the road, they did not indicate it. Riley let out a long, slow breath. Where was the mark? He was the one who'd tipped off the gang, this time round. If no one showed, then... He could feel the eyes of the other three burning into him, each holding the same down.
[break][break]The sound of wheels echoed through the night.
[break][break]Riley peeked his head up. A merchant cart was trotting in their direction, pulled by a mighty mudsdale. The cart's cover was painted a striped pattern, alternating blue and yellow. "That's them," he replied, breathless. Energy surged through the others, though they immediately quieted down. And then they waited.
[break][break]The plan was executed flawlessly. Two of them stepped out front, spooking the mudsdale into stopping. Meanwhile, Riley entered the back of the cart alongside Beck, their gang's leader. It was their job to intimidate the merchants into giving up their valuables, and leave before the sheriff caught wind. But the plan hit a snag.
[break][break]Inside, they did not find the cash Riley had heard about. Instead, they found an elderly man, cowering alongside a pair of eevees. One was slightly larger than the other, glaring daggers at Riley and Beck, while the other was a tad smaller, huddled in fear beside his companion.
[break][break]"Please," the elderly man begged. "Just let us go. If you leave us be, I will get the sheriff to look the other way... we're old friends, after all...
[break][break]"Shut it," Beck growled.
[break][break]Beck's eyes met Riley's, like dark pits in the light of the moon. Riley could see a thousand thoughts whirling through the man's head. After years of running together, Riley still had no way to predict what Beck was going to do. But nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
[break][break]Beck pulled out his revolver, and shot the man right in the head.
[break][break]"Why did you do that?" Riley asked, his voice rigid. He stared at the dead man, unable to process what just happened. Around him, the pokémon had begun to panic, letting out cries of fear and anger. "We don't kill."
[break][break]"You don't kill." Beck replied, his face grim. "Do you know how valuable a pokémon is in Orre? Especially an eevee, of all things. If we're gonna sell these to the black market, there needs to be no witnesses.
[break][break]Somehow, it wasn't Beck's actual actions that solidified Riley's resolve. It was his tone. That callous, unbothered tone was enough to fully destroy Riley's rose-tinted glasses. And he knew one thing: he couldn't participate in this shit anymore, and he wouldn't let it happen, either.
[break][break]Without thinking, he pulled out his own gun and blew a hole in Beck's foot. When his leader cried out in pain, Riley leapt for him and slammed his head against the side of the cart, knocking him out cold.
[break][break]Their two other thugs rounded the side of the cart, obviously worried about the gunshots. They were more loyal to Beck than they were to him. So Riley got the jump on them. Drawing his second revolver, he pointed a gun at each of their heads, and they froze in their tracks.
[break][break]"Scram," Riley growled. "Unless you want to end up like him." With that, he gestured to Beck, now fully passed out. With only a look at their boss, and then at each other, the thugs took off into the night. If there was one nice thing about Orre, it was that everyone prioritized their own survival above all.
[break][break]With that, Riley turned back to the eevees, who stared at him with a mix of uncertainty and confusion. The largest eevee took a step closer towards him, as though questioning his motives. As he looked at them, a wave of nausea washed over him. How had he come so close to subjecting them to such a horrible life? He... he wanted to be better than that.
[break][break]"Don't worry," he said quietly. "I'll take care of you guys. I promise."

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POSTED ON Oct 20, 2023 0:38:57 GMT

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As they walked out onto the street, Riley couldn't help but ask the final question lingering on his mind: was this sort of thing common around these parts? Gunner's response wasn't exactly reassuring. Apparently, this exact thing wasn't necessarily common, but Team Rocket's activities were certainly becoming more and more prominent and bold as time went on.

[break][break]Riley nodded, his face serious. Even he had heard about Rocket, despite his distant upbringing. It was hard not to hear about a terrorist organization who basically had an entire region on lockdown. So, hearing that they had an increased focus in Hoenn as of late was not ideal, but at least now he knew. Now he could be ready.

[break][break]Taking an Alakazam out of a pokéball, Gunner prepared to leave, but not before imparting one final word of warning: if Riley saw anyone suspicious, he should report it to his nearest police immediately. Riley frowned for a moment—his relationship to the police wasn't the best... but he nodded. "Right. I will." And with that, the agent was gone.

[break][break]Riley sighed, as he and Umbreon were left alone on the back street. In the distance, he could still hear the sound of sirens. "Agent Gunner Graves..." Riley muttered. A beat. "There's no way that's his real name, right?" Riley added, looking down to Umbreon. The dark-type stared back at him with unblinking red eyes. Riley chuckled. "C'mon, let's get home."

[break][break]That was enough excitement for one day.

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POSTED ON Oct 19, 2023 5:31:39 GMT

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Riley was aware he was pushing buttons. It was mostly intentional.

[break][break]So he was mildly surprised when the man stopped with a sigh, before pulling out an identification card and showing it to him. Riley leaned in, squinting, just as the man read it aloud: Agent Gunner Graves, from the Hoenn Bureau of Intelligence and Counterterrorism. Which... was not really what Riley was expecting. Bureau of Intelligence... just how high up the ladder was this "security guard"?

[break][break]"Huh," Riley said, his voice light. "I fully expected you to lie to me." He shrugged, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "Well, for the record, Agent Graves—I'm glad you were there. Things could have gone really bad if you weren't. So... thanks." Riley certainly owed him one, and he didn't forget that sort of thing.

[break][break]Agent Graves gave his insight into Riley's questions. His theory? Desperation, and the potential for consequences which outweighed any risk involved with doing the job. Riley nodded, his face grim. Maybe he was reading too much into it. "Does this sort of thing... happen often?" Riley asked, as they stepped out of the back exit. He wouldn't be super thrilled to realize that he'd traded one crime-infested region for another.

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