fear and panic plagued the people, but apparently not this metallic avian friend of the paldean, for it is unfazed by dangers lurking in the skies above her trainer. particularly, a fellow flyer, one that paled in comparison when it comes to sheer size. a firm body press puts the tropical beak down to the soiled grounds below, much to the chagrin of silverio. "we're here to survey the area, not play in it." the ranger calmly scolds his steel bird. the corviknight squawks loudly as she spreads her wings in protest, and what a knight she is, thwarting would-be foes to protect her trainer.

or so she thought.

the region, as he had come to know it, may be changed...

alas, this would not deter him from setting out to fulfill his self-made promise to protect it. after all, he has come to learn a sizable deal about the wonders of this land, and yet there was still much more to discover - with much of it being threatened by ordeals deemed supernatural. this begs a question: why risk one's own well-being for the sake of an entire foreign region? if you were to ask the paldea native, he would likely say...

no, forget about it...

above him, a bulky, steely bird whirls about in pursuit of potential hazards as silverio traverses tall greens in soils dampened by what may appear to have been results of nature's wrath. field surveillance has become something akin to a second nature to the man, or quite possibly a third. regardless, the environment is something he'd been studying throughout his entire lifespan...

so what makes this form of reconnaissance any different?

apparently, this job is not suitable enough for some people - or vice versa - as silverio is now hearing. at that notion, he couldn't help but to wonder, barring recent developments, if the paldean himself is truly worthy of calling himself a ranger. that remains to be determined, especially the chemistry between he and select others may be brought into question soon enough.

best not to dwell on that now, though...

light steps taken as he lends his ear to his partner for the day. the words spoken by self-proclaimed 'former' ranger would not help matters in the way of assuring one's own validity, although silv may consider himself fortunate to have been in the business for as long as he has. "that's...unfortunate..." is all that the paldean could muster as his hands battled to tinker with his communicator in search of a clear-enough signal.

suppose that the personnel that have been subject to the ongoing disaster aren't the only ones in need of help...

speaking of which, some of said workers had been reported to be trapped somewhere within the confines of all this rubble. "in any case, ranger or not, we'll take all the help we can get." and not a moment too soon.

another shot at it...persistence is the key to perfection...somewhat...

another dive in, and hopefully, another prize out of the seemingly bottomless pit that is the vast seas...

of course this man would know well of the sheriff. the notoriety of the man seemingly immeasurable. nonetheless, that was to be an entirely different topic of discussion unfitting for these trying times. in hindsight, silverio would be lying if he were to say that he were disinterested in hearing some finer tidbits about the people of dewford, especially about eddie himself or the one called 'navy'. perhaps, under better circumstances, the paldean may consider pulling up a chair and opening his ears for all the tales that he could've imagined being told about that quaint little town.

although the ranger has neglected to mention the one time he had battled against the sheriff. that was...a time...

shaking his head at the mention of another apparently notable figure amongst those townsfolk, silv's eyes shoot at the other man again. should he know that person? perhaps somewhere down the line, he will. again, under more suitable circumstances. "the gym leader...? no, i haven't. one day, when the region isn't under duress, maybe i'd like to challenge that person...but i guess that's just wishful thinking at this point..." words drift along with the shallow waves along the shores.

all the while, seeing the two heavyweight pokémon working in tandem prompts a faint hint of a smile on the paldean's lightened face. meanwhile, the frog ninja continues darting about the area, checking for sights of any other potentially harmful materials.

eddie seems like a man capable of casting away the doom and gloom with his mere presence on any occasion., along with a well-minded attitude. come to think of it, suppose that hoenn - no, the world - could use more people like him. with that in mind, silv accepts the invitation to a proper tour of the town. sure, he had lent a hand to the sheriff on certain matters in recent memory, but never had he gotten a full lay of the land around parts of dewford.

"sounds like a plan." he answers, life renewing in his tone, albeit gradually. "in fact, the sooner we can get this done, the sooner i can go on that tour, yeah?"

one more run at this one for good measure, supposedly...

another dip into the waters, in search of another valuable prize...