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it wouldn't be long before wayward duck presents itself to the duo, with its stubby hands clenched on either side of its head, as if to indicate that it's been throbbing in a great deal of pain. a horrid quack plagues their ears, and with that, silverio opts to leave the poor guy to its own devices.[break][break]

best to leave well enough alone, he thinks - no point in initiating contact with a potential hostile. although it was likely that the psyduck may pose little to no threat, silv insists that there is no room for unnecessary diversions.

solo wild (flying/water)

NOTES

✦ skip![break]
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his self-designated personal mission to give more of his poképals some bit of extra screen time continues. today, along one of several routes plagued with disruptions, a gleamy-eyed feline joins the paldea-born ranger on a routine field survey. there'd be no room for leisure on this day, however, with war in full swing.[break][break]

luxray proceeds to scope patches of tall greens and withering leaves with its nose, tracing for scents of anything or anyone that may be deemed suspicious - the first step in the beast's regimen to becoming a viable partner while out on the fields, and for silverio, another step perhaps, towards becoming a more efficient and more dependable ranger.

solo wild (flying/water)

NOTES

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war is in full swing...[break][break]

never before has silverio imagined himself landing smacked dib in the midst of its crosshairs. alas, at this point in the few years in which he has traversed this region, suppose it is fair to say that being thrown headfirst into the fray was practically inevitable. regardless, there's a job to do here, that being to ensure the safety and security of hoenn's lands. easier said than done; each day, the challenges faced by the many hopeful individuals that seek to contribute to the region's salvation grow more gruesome. but even so...[break][break]

protecting the environment is a daunting task indeed.[break][break]

in retrospect, defending it is the very reason that silverio looks to continue his work with the pokémons, despite recent experiences with certain colleagues that he wishes he could forget. to learn more of this land and the unthinkable phenomena that plague it is one of the more notable motives in the mind of the paldea-born ranger. after all, should these lands become undone by the impending chaos and destruction, then there would be nothing left of them for silv, or anyone, to study it. and yet...[break][break]

'...watch out for youself, too...', annalise henderson had once said to him.[break][break]

what a load of bullshit. was that truly what being a ranger is primarily about? tending to oneself? how far from the truth...? no, taking responsibility for others and their pokémon is part of the job too, is it not? in fact, had it not been for silverio's fast actions in sea mauville, it would've been possible for that captain to have sunk twenty-thousand leagues under the sea along with all of that rubble. even so, since then, questions began to sink into silv's mind...[break][break]

...does he genuinely belong here...?[break][break]

perhaps now is a better time than any to prove that he does. thus, he finds himself here, despite the losses that petalburg has suffered, in the hope of achieving some means of redemption. and yet, toxicity fills the air around him, pokémon are being forced out of there natural habitat. "what...!?" who can say what may have triggered this latest phenomenon - or who, for that matter. his sapphire eyes catch...[break][break]

"hey, you there! what do you think you're doing!? it's not safe here!" he calls out to a mysterious masked figure, with an arm shielding parts of his face. arceus help him if he were to inhale the toxins emanating from who-knows-what.[break][break]

Raziel Beckett

NOTES

✦ skirmish (1st of 3)[break]
✦ mp gained in this post: 210[break]
✦ total mp gained in this thread: 210

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with no means of escape, at least for now, venturing further within the sands' depths sounded to be the most viable option. despite the risks and the dangers that he and his companion have faced already to this point in time, there was still much about the rifts and other phenomena that silverio sought to learn about - and also to tell stories of, to his family back in paldea, in writing.[break][break]

only a few steps behind keiko, with mega greninja in tow, mindful of any other potential hazards that the tunnels may present to them, the road leading to a rounder confinement on a far wider scale. no other creatures in sight, but the small footprints was a clear indicator that, whatever they are, they've been here recently. "these look fresh..." the footsteps, rather. not to mention the mass of oddly-colored carcasses all laid out about the room.[break][break]

"it's like something, or someone, is trying to salvage these bodies and preserve them. for what reason? i can't even imagine..." now this? definitely something worth the effort to write home about. furthermore, a means to advance his studies, perhaps? silverio motioned to inspect one of the bodies, noting a small book protruding from its unorthodox attire. he carefully moved to grab it. a tad dusted, but legible.[break][break]

skimming through its lightly torn pages, he'd see writings that describe what could vaguely be referred to as...[break][break]

"beasts...?" like the one-foot-tall walking origami pieces he had encountered just moments ago? were there more of them...!?

keiko mori

NOTES

✦ prompts completed: 4 of 4[break]
✦ sandslash has fainted[break]
✦ greninja has mega evolved[break]
✦ 30 encounter mummified/well-preserved bodies of megalopolans who possess notes that suggest only ultra beasts lived here.

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as if they'd been waiting all day for a cue, the sources of the strange noises would instantly present themselves. on one end, a taller presence in the form of a ladylike bug of which keiko's slowking was pressed with the task of combating against. on silverio's side of things, a swarm of entities akin to origami projects rushdown the ranger, only for a few to be met with a fierce hydro pump from behind a few feet away, courtesy of the greninja. but just as quickly as some the folded-paper-like beings were being repelled, more of them came flooding the passage of whence he stepped in.[break][break]

soon enough, both he and his amphibian warrior were rapidly overwhelemed with a flurry of leaf blades, leaving the latter critically worse for wear. but there'd be some quick thinking on his trainer's part; from within the confines of his garment, clenched in one hand, a chained pendant glows vibrant gradial hue. "you've got this! hang in there!!" in a flash, the greninja emerges from the pile of moving paper in a revolutionary form, packed with a shuriken on his back.[break][break]

he swiftly launches an array of water shuriken at the tribe of paper monsters. then, as more of them rushed forward, their sacred swords would clash with a series of ice punches. while the ruckus ensued, silv unveils an empty pokéball from his back pocket and launches one at one of those papers in fell motion, assuming they were even classified as pokémon.[break][break]

no way out, other than to go further in!? "let's get moving then!!" the paldean sets a course away from the madness, with his mega-evolved greninja continuing his own assault to keep the alleged origami knights at bay.

keiko mori

NOTES

✦ prompts completed: 3 of 4[break]
✦ sandslash has fainted[break]
✦ greninja mega evolves[break]
✦ silverio attempts to capture a kartana

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coming up on the end of the trail now...past the pond, and back into an singular open road. fatigue begins to settle into silverio's veins, and his canine companion can start to feel his muscles tightening from carrying to curiously eager first-stage pokémon on his craggy back. and just as the man believed that their trek has come to a halt, another distraction proves problematic for he and his motley crewmate.[break][break]

a mysterious one-eyed, floating entity with a ball for a head comes flying in, only to be met by the wolf's psychic fangs, razor-sharp teeth grappling the metallic piece like a kingler's claw vice-gripping a would-be offender. "easy there, buddy; we don't wanna endanger anyone here..." easier said than done at this point. nonetheless, their time here has sadly reached its end.

safari!

NOTES

✦ catching beldum![break]
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