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"it might've been...i'm starting to think this whole place is being powered by something...as to what that might be, who knows..."[break][break]

as one who sought to study the environment itself, he would've loved to get a closer look at the device that had just fallen into ruin. in fact, he could vaguely recall one of his teachers in paldea who specialized in researching ancient artifacts. a farcry from the mechanisms that he and keiko have toyed with up to this point - the skyline, the door leadingo the castle, and not to mention, the first mechanized volcanion they had battled against.[break][break]

one thing was certain: they needed more clues...[break][break]

keiko was right; since their arrival in this realm, there was no other person in sight, only them, surrounded by technology unlike any he'd ever seen in the past, passing through what appeared to be remains of an unresolved war. like her, he would also hope to find as much as a hint on what may be lurking here - or what did lurk here for a time.[break][break]

and yet...[break][break]

something may have just found them instead. at the sounds of metal clanking the floor below them, silverio slowly turned his eyes to look behind them. what had come into view was nothing short of a shocker: a trio of metallicized minions resembling a queenly pokémon known for their majestic, powerful legs - tsareena. and with a burning red hue in their eyes, they appeared to be hazardly hostile. "shit...!"[break][break]

silv instinctively tossed a pokéball to summon his noble dark knight, ceruledge, to the field. with his blade-arms, he'd clash with a leg from two of the metal dolls. if there was a time for two humans to go and haul ass, it would be now.

keiko mori

NOTES

✦ prompts completed: 2 of 4[break]
✦ bingo: war[break]
✦ greninja is still burned[break]
✦ 29 encounter mechanical tsareena that hunt you aggressively, attempting to fence with their sharp, blade legs.

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what he had previously stated was nothing more than a simple hypothesis. although, the bones flooding the grounds here may very well be the work of nature itself, but any attempt to prove such a theory would be deemed erratically impossible at this rate. with that in mind, silverio opted to not waste time in playing what would sound to be a guessing game with the environment.[break][break]

caution as to not step over the rotting skeletons. along the path to potential discoveries, his partner picked up a mechanical trinket, which catches silv's widened eyes. but before he'd have a chance to examine it himself, it breaks apart, no fault of keiko's though. surely there must have been a use for it, as he would guess. "every machine supposedly has a source that powers it..."[break][break]

could the brilliance of the aura that had dispered from the broken sphere have been that source? like a lab rat freed from its cage, though there was no telling at this point. still..."i can't say for sure, but if that's the case here, then i'd say this little trinket may have just run out of juice." light steps continued ahead as the paldean sought to wrap his head around all the mechanical wonders they've seen thus far.

keiko mori

NOTES

✦ prompts completed: 1 of 4[break]
✦ bingo: brilliance[break]
✦ greninja is still burned

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important ranger business has come up, leaving silverio with little choice other than to attend to it, which begs a question: what to do with the baby pokémon held firmly in his hands. as much as he would insist on raising this extraordinary specimen to be a valuable ally during his exploits, unfortunately, time was not on his side - and it hadn't been for the last several weeks now.[break][break]

and so, a darling little eevee that has been entrusted to him is left in the care of another. temporarily. a lively little thing, he is, and curious to boot. a fellow pokémon by their lonesome catches the eevee's eye; he scoots around the rock it's seated on, in the hope of garnering the mawile's attention, his fluffy tail swaying to and fro all the while, with excitement akin to a newly-crowned champion.[break][break]

Chrysanthe Kubrick

NOTES

✦ mission: daycare playdate[break]
✦ bingo: champion[break]
✦ ---

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the sounds hooved steps begin to ring in the paldean's ears, like a wind chime on a blistery winter night. in unison, silv and his lycanroc turn their heads to the source of the audible footsteps. the sight of a creature donning a massively long neck takes them both by surprise. instinctively, the wolf pokémon rushes forward to examine what it initially thought of as possible threat to them.[break][break]

a few seconds pass, and the canine assumes as a seat in front of the tall pokémon, tail swaying back and forth. he deems the girafarig as a docile inhabitant of this environment. what an intriguing entity, indeed. it props its head downward to examine the wolf, then dares to offer a nudge with its nose. a means of a greeting, perhaps? spotting the trainer, garifarig then strides towards him, leaning its head in again.[break][break]

"hey there...nice fella, aren't ya..." silv raises a hand to pet the giraffe, and surprisingly, it does not object. his lycanroc seems inclined to agree as a bark filled with glee and contentment can be heard from several feet away. suppose that the ongoing theory of the paldean drawnig attention from various creatures and people alike proves true once again - not that he would ever complain.[break][break]

like a ruby, this treasure of a being presents itself, and if raised well, may prove valuable in silv's fight to convince himself that he belongs here...[break][break]

not only as a ranger, but as a fellow inhabitant of hoenn...

solo wild: normal/psychic

NOTES

✦ catching girafarig; using premier ball[break]
✦ bingo: ruby[break]
✦ ---

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a living nightmare repeats itself once more...[break][break]

the sight of a familiar pokémon, one whom the ranger his wolf buddy once struggled with contending against for a reason that may sound utterly farfetched, triggers a particular memmory that silverio wishes that he could erase. with this in mind, he swiftly commands his pup to deal with it straight away.[break][break]

and he would. the lycanroc emphatically rushes forward and swats it away with its powerful paws. one less threat to worry about. besides, he would rather have to toy with the possibility of having his communicator being randomly shut down for a second time while out on the field.[break][break]

and so, the paldean's sapphire eyes continue to survey the field...

solo wild: normal/psychic

NOTES

✦ skip[break]
✦ bingo: sapphire[break]
✦ ---

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he could vividly recall the days where he ventured for hours on end during his time in paldea. sneaking through tall grass, scaling sharp mountains, and sliding across icy crags. however, he was only but a boy on a 'treasure hunt' at that time. and even now, it could be said that he may not have truly found that 'treasure' yet. moreover, it can also be said that silverio may not have genuinely figured out what he was supposedly looking for. alas, gaining knowledge of the world around him was the primary reason for stepping foot outside of paldea's borders in the first place.[break][break]

despite having been one of their champions (and technically still is), he had little time to celebrate the accomplishment, but one thing he could commemorate here today was his meeting with one of the rangers' captains. suppose that they could work together someday. the recon he'd been assigned to do thus far? it somewhat aligned with what shalin had just explained. realizing this, he offered a nod for confirmation, all the while his companion found itself busy swatting a few other bugs and other critters away.[break][break]

"you could say that's sort of similar to what i've been doing, plus, ensuring that the environment is safe for the pokémon that inhabit it. i figured that i'm not the only one, but i gotta say, having a whole unit for such a thing is pretty nice. although...most of my pokémon that i had used for traveling were left back at my home in paldea. you could say i'm...rebuilding? new region, fresh start. sort of."

Shalin Nariya

NOTES

✦ skip[break]
✦ bingo: celebrate[break]
✦ prompts used: 2 of 5

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suppose that having the suit on during this ride would pay dividends for the man's physical condition after it'd be over and done with. how the petalburg captain has managed to endure joyrides on her bug's wings consistently was anyone's guess, and despite the impending nausea that may have just been triggered as a result of this wild joyride, this was an experience he may not consider partaking in again anytime soon.[break][break]

the environment may be made up, but strenuous activity within was all too real...[break][break]

as the insect queen paused her motions, silverio found himself rapidly losing his grip, but he'd managed to retain it, all of which he'd only have mere seconds before the beedrill started to buzz away once again. only this time, he'd then find himself glowing with a light shining like a precious emerald. between him, the captain, and her pokémon, synergy may have been achieved - if only for but a millisecond.[break][break]

having lost all sensation of direction or positioning for the moment, silv could feel his head and body rushing, flooding with adrenaline, all at the cost of blurred vision and perhaps temporarily lost sense of self. "how do you...do this...all the time!? this is crazy!!" he shouted.

Shalin Nariya

NOTES

✦ bingo: emerald[break]
✦ bingo prompts: 2 of 5[break]
✦ rks points gained: 0[break]
✦ rks points total: 50

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while he had never gotten an opportunity - or consent, rather - to venture into area zero himself, stories of what it once was had been told in paldea throughout time immemorial. such tales have become something of a second nature to silverio, to a point where they'd grown to evolve into something akin to a belief that may be deemed sacrilegious to some. nonetheless, it was a belief that he'd come to live by, an imagination, a vision even, that there truly are worlds out there other than this world. if that is likely the case, then he just hasn't seen anything of that nature.[break][break]

not yet, anyway.[break][break]

through the said beliefs of his trainer, ceruledge stands firm despite the change in scenery - electricity filling the air around them. and as quickly as the environment shifted, the menacing machine makes its move at speeds comparable to a fighter jet, as if the electric terrain is providing a sparkplug for the opposition.[break][break]

or maybe...that's exactly what it's for...!?[break][break]

the dark knight dares to take a step forward to meet his adversary head-on, but due to its unfathomably swift motions, ceruledge is quickly approached by the iron warrior. moving its sharp-edged arms to challenge the machine's initial attack, it clashes. and yet, it fails to match his opponent's fast pace. a downward slash strikes true, knocking the ghostly gladiator back a tad, it's armored head somehow retaining its posture all the while.[break][break]

"damn, it's fast..." silv alludes with a soft voice drifting, to no one in particular.[break][break]

"it's alright, buddy! just keep your head up and push forward!" the hard-edged soldier cocks his head in acknowledgement of his partner's words. if there's little or no chance to match roland's speed, then maybe there's a chance to challenge it's strength. with that in mind, ceruledge presses forward, bladed arms swiping across; a slash to the left, then to the right, then left once more, heat on the blades intensifying as he does so. his bitter blade seeks to find its mark.

Navy

NOTES

✦ mission: super training[break]
✦ bingo: change[break]
✦ prompts used: 1 of 5

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just great...[break][break]

so it's not just his communicator that's gone haywire, but all of the technology in the city as well!? not a good look for its citizens or guests. it's especially a bad sign for silverio, since he is now rendered unable to call for backup. that is to say, save for this oddly-dressed person who is apparently in pursuit of that techno pokémon - the alleged culprit. and to think that there's more than one?[break][break]

surely, if they can capture one, then they can catch 'em all...[break][break]

but supposedly pursuing them on foot is ill-advised, according to the masked citizen. in any event, silv and his lycanroc come to a stop when this person calls to the ranger once again. a unnecessary setback, for the longer they remain stationary, the more difficult it may be to catch those critters before they do any more damage.[break][break]

but...[break][break]

"i guess any idea is better than none...whatcha got?" he asks as he turns his eyes to the impromptu client. meanwhile, his lycanroc scampers over to the masked human(?), takes a quick whiff, then assumes a seat in front of them with his tail swaying to and fro, deeming that no harm may come from them. for now at least.

JULIAN BRIERLEY

NOTES

✦ mission: data leak[break]
✦ bingo: capture[break]
✦ bingo prompts used: 1 of 5

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the battles that may have reshaped the region as he knew it had come and gone, but in their wake, silverio was left with more questions rather than answers - one of which involved the man himself and his outlook on the world as if shifts into despair and uncertainties as he speaks. nonetheless, there was a still a job to do, that being to lend a helping hand to the environment despite the some of the said questions being whether he truly deserved to call himself a ranger.[break][break]

in the midst of self-deprecation, a thought comes to mind: he needs help, from friends, both old and new - someone or something that may serve as a wildcard in the battles to come. with that in mind, he finds himself here, back in the city where he'd been stationed, scouting the fields. accompanying him today is his trusted lycan companion.[break][break]

suppose that a new draft pick for his team could work wonders; of this, only time will tell...

solo wild: normal/psychic

NOTES

✦ bingo: wildcard[break]
✦ ---[break]
✦ ---

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how has shalin managed to handle donning such attire and utilizing its capabilities for as long as she has? perhaps he may never know for certain, but one thing was for sure though: he couldn't knock this thing off until he tries it. in fact, if this whole ordeal weren't some manner of virtual simulation, then seeing him in a suit like this may be considered worthy of being a catalyst for a meme, especially with the exasperated confusion that's clearly shown on his features.[break][break]

it was only a few seconds, but in that short time, silverio strugged to witness the captain riding along her insect queen's wing, though her voice surely expressed her enjoyment of the experience. but to invite him to try for himself? he could only imagine himself falling straight off the thing in a matter of...maybe less than one second? still..."i guess it's a worth a shot...okay..."[break][break]

reluctantly, he moved to grasp the opposite wing as tightly as a kingler's claw vice-gripping a seashell, preparing himself for a joyride that he may never take part in otherwise. "okay...i'm ready...!"[break][break]

no, he wasn't...

Shalin Nariya

NOTES

✦ bingo: meme[break]
✦ bingo prompts: 1 of 5[break]
✦ rks points gained: 0[break]
✦ rks points total: 50