"sure i have, just not one of this type..."

bold of him to assume that he's never done anything like this before. back in paldea, riding with a cyclizar on land was a common occurrence, and corviknight was ideal for air rides. but a pyroar on the other hand? one must have possessed something akin to a deathwish if they would even consider it as a means of transportation. most times, it'd be difficult enough to tame or capture one, let alone ride one. for that, suppose that silv ought to give credit where it was due. and there were three of them available at that!

impressive, indeed...

the smallest of the pride appeared to have taken a liking to the man, much to his surprise. and easily enough, silv was allowed to mount the feline without much of a struggle. saddling the cat was one thing, but striding atop of it was another thing entirely - as he would soon learn. with the wind in his face as he grappled the reins as if they were the last thing standing between him and imminent doom, silv and kion sprinted not far behind their party leader. they'd come to a halt just as josh did.

eyeing the indicated clue, the search commenced for any other signs of the victims. a clinking noise would ring at silverio's and kion's feet, prompting the man to lend another look downward. lo and behold..."here...looks like a bike chain; it must've turned loose somehow...something tells me that however this happened, it may not have been accidental..."

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Josh Devlin

a little known fact revealed.

naturally, anyone would be taken by surprised by the former paldean champion's tiny tidbit. surely at some point, the league must have had a way to run a background check on anyone that would be affiated with them, including the ranger corps. silverio had never mentioned the particular notion about himself to airi, among many others. because, one, he plainly assumed that it was common knowledge to his peers. and two? "well, i don't recall you ever asking about my past life as a trainer. or maybe you had once and i forgot. either way, i guess the delcatty's out of the bag now!" he teased the woman, a hearty laughter that could heard throughout the dark corridors soon following.

an unexpected touch upon him would render him red in the face for but a moment until it was swiftly retracted. it was at the moment where airi's own signature pokémon would come into play. "it's about time you decided to join the party!" he jested again. normally, he would joke about himself having to 'carry' airi, since she often preferred to remain on the back lines and assist with tending to the wounded, which was a fair and valid motion in its own right. after witnessing the gardevoir make quick work of both the small critter and the four-armed superpower, he feigned impression with a exasperated whistling. "i gotta say, you and your buddy there aren't bad yourselves, airi."

a roar in the immediate distance!

"and here comes another new challenger!" a dynamic punch from a crabominable would miss wildly. the ceruledge would use this leverage to its advantage, delivering a swift psycho cut to its back, downing it in one fell swoop, and leaving it wide open for a ball to secure it.

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catching crabominable

AIRI WATANABE

fascinating...

ancient history being told through the form of an small, rugged object. questions began to boil in the cauldron at the back of silverio's mind. among those questions, the most common being something along the lines of what the trinket used to be. there must have been a meaning to it, something phenominally unique. something extinct, perhaps. naturally, if it was made to represent a certain species, then it could be safe to assess that the creature in question may have ceased to exist at some point in history. suppose that was one of the many things that silverio had come to learn here today.

but it appeared that he was not alone here...

footsteps? those aside from his own? the man should've expected as much, for this was an establishment designed for all of the general public to indulge in after all. but then...a sound? no, was it a voice? whatever it was, it did indeed prompt the ranger's attention. he turned to get a look at the source of..."oh...?" now there stood a specimen unlike any that he had ever seen before. widened eyes examined the creature, his interest undoubtedly piqued. "what...are you?" anyone in his shoes right now could ask the same question, probably.

it motioned for him to follow suit...

to where, exactly? "ah? is there something else here that you want me to look at...?" such was the beauty of museums - there were mysteries waiting to be uncovered by their guests at every turn. this creature, to silverio at the very least, seemed to be a mystery in and of itself. it did, however, bare some form of resemblance to a particularly well-known pokémon. with his rapidly increasing curiosity getting the better of him, the man stepped forth in pursuit of the unfamiliar bipedal being.

suppose he could learn something from it...?

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Yuina Higashi