And once again he ran away.

Romero was already visibly tired of having to put up with a cowardly Pokémon with him. It doesn't even look like that Maschiff was the puppy of one of the bravest Mabosstiff he's ever seen. He remembers that she was his master's faithful Pokémon. Although the master used to use the dog's sharp teeth as a threat and sometimes tortured his pupils, these were golden times. Romero was one of those who partially experienced that strong bite, he still carries the scar on his left forearm.

"Fuck. Where did he go this time?"

In the rustling of the bushes, the search for the cub continues impatiently. The priest curses that the previous opponent didn't even seem that strong, so why did the canine simply hesitate and run away? Since arriving, Maschiff has only chosen who he will fight, ignoring any sense of obedience towards his trainer. And the worst thing is that the little rascal has his tricks... his excellent skill with well-planned escapes wasn't enough, he can even scare away targets with a roar - PS: he THINKS he's scary, but I guarantee that his bark is very hoarse and funny.

When suddenly in the midst of search and exhaustion. A bark.

"Gotcha!" now he knew exactly where Maschiff was.

With some haste he crossed the bush that surrounded one of the roads on route 123. With his fists clenched, muttering as he removed all the grass from his dark clothes (quite modern, but symbolically clerical) he finally found his fugitive but he didn't seem to be alone.

"FUC--" he stopped as he noticed a Nidoking and his possible trainer that Maschiff was barking at. "...F--FOR GOD'S SAKE, BUDDY!!! Don't run away like that..."

Romero sighed in relief. Could he really relax? The person in front of him was a complete stranger, perhaps it was better to keep up appearances for now.

"I'm sorry about that. This little one is very hyperactive, you know." Then he held out his hand for a greeting. "Rum-hum. My name is Romero, Father Romero Vega. And you are...?"


Notes: Hope you like it.

Nikita Sokolov

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"Has anyone ever died here?" he said as he lit a cigarette, a pleasure he only had in secrecy. The other Rocket gulped: "I don't know, bro! I mean... Father Romero."

Useless.

A rather convenient patrol while there are rumors of strange noises that border on the supernatural, hm. Just something like this to bring Romero back to HQ even if he doesn't really appreciate it. Anyway, the noises haven't lasted long, nor is there any precision as to when they started. According to reports, the sounds sometimes resemble strange laughter and other times hums interspersed, but that's not the worst part, there is a haunted witness who said he saw a pair of giant eyes blinking in the darkness of the corridor.

"Giant blinking eyes...really?" he exhaled tobacco smoke with a mocking laugh. "I don't think a spirit would do something like that..."

Well, but they were just rumors after all and the witness could have imagined things or been under the influence of alcohol and drugs. The fact is that no one wants to investigate, and why waste time when we have a priest as a recruit, hm? They are ahead of their time. Romero couldn't say no. At this point he just hopes that all this haunting is in fact an evil spirit.


Notes: > [M] Ghost in the machine. | Open to another Rocket!

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