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miyako's lips quirk in amusement as june unleashes an explosive barrage of words in howard's general direction, and she adjusts her ruby red sunglasses on her face.[break][break]

"alright, hot shot," miyako drawls to june. "does it matter if you're both running red lights like your lives depend on it?"[break][break]

then, howard shifts his gaze over to her, shooting that little conversational dagger at june, a shard—so thin and nearly imperceptible.[break][break]

miyako grins, and she leans in close to howard. "can't really talk about it, but..." time to incite a little chaos. miyako languidly licks her lips, savoring that anticipatory beat right before she'd set june alight. "did you know that showing your, ahem, assets, to an officer in the hopes of getting out of a ticket can be a felony?"[break][break]

miyako leans back from the window, and takes howard's papers with her. "but none of that is pertinent to this present shit-show. put it all behind us or whatever," she continues. "gonna run the papers real quick."[break][break]

she pulls a small device from her pocket and begins fiddling with it at the window, celebrating the whole time that this traffic stop turned out to be worth her while.

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miyako is coming off the tail end of a long, tumultuous shift when she spots what she assumes will be the last traffic stop of the day. a car swerving wildly through a busy intersection, missing a minivan by a hair, churning burnt rubber into the asphalt. miyako, already feeling the first light of sleep begin to tug at her eyelids, releases a heavy sigh as she flips on the siren of her patrol bike. why do people always have to be idiots when she's just about to clock out?[break][break]

regardless, she has a job to do, and she's already been reprimanded twice this week for laziness—a judgement that is correct and valid, mind you. she can't handle another writeup, or she's definitely not going to be able to afford this month's rent if they dock her pay any further.[break][break]

so she skids to a stop behind the car. after a moment of fumbling with her radio, she swings off of her bike and strides up to the driver's side of the car, her face impassive behind her tinted, red-tinted glasses. she taps the driver's door sharply with her knuckles. "license and—"[break][break]

miyako's eyes flick to the passenger side, and she freezes. the woman in the front seat is all too familiar—june (as she learned from the booking documents), the woman she busted just the other day for bribery and solicitation.[break][break]

miyako looks at howard. "no wonder i pulled you over," miyako begins, trying to keep a straight face even as the hilarity of the other day slowly swims back into her addled mind. "if you're getting driving tips from her."[break][break]

miyako directs this next question to june in particular. "your face okay?"

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miyako lets out a puff of smoke as the mawile goes into the empty pokeball. boring. she's seen so many mawiles already. hell, her parentss had one for a while.[break][break]

"me?" miyako laughs, the sound cracking through the quiet night like shattering ice. "eh, maybe. i'm just a freelancer. i take my own pictures, mostly."[break][break]

she tilts her head back, peering at the sky. "i could pass the message along though. the market for exotic models is always there. they may even make me the photographer anyways. i've done it before."[break][break]

she taps the ash off her cigarette before returning it to her lips for another long drag. "though you'd have to ask around about the kind of... contract you'd be signing. a lot of companies play fast and loose with the rules. i'd hate for anything to happen to your big fluffy friend here."[break][break]

she raises her camera in front of her again, but doesn't snap any pictures this time. instead, she looks through it like a peephole, zooming the focus in and out, pretending to look at the world in a different light. like silverio is her next big photo. which he isn't. she has no idea who he is, really. but that doesn't mean she can't pretend. doesn't mean she can't make up a story and past about him for the fun of it. she does it often to the people or things she takes pictures of. they always seem to be much more interesting than she is. all she really does is drink, smoke, and ruin shit. this guy probably has a lot more going for him. she can't help but imagine.[break][break]

so miyako keeps zooming in and out, panning across the scene, taking it all in like she's watching a movie unfold before her eyes, before finally lowering the camera. she flicks her cigarette into the darkness, where it disappears like a meteor streaking through the night sky. "what's your story, man?" she asks finally, the question floating into the silence like a bubble, popping almost as soon as it's spoken. "you look like the kinda guy that's got some big tragedy tucked away back there. or, hmm, naive and bright-eyed, maybe? like the hero at the beginning of some big action flick."[break][break]

she's not even looking at him, instead fiddling with the controls of her camera, even despite the personal nature of her random question.

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for a brief moment, miyako feels a rush of exhilaration as jiwari begins to run—the wind in her hair, the power of the beast beneath her, the raw energy crackling through the air. it feels almost… spiritual, like she is one with the pokemon, connected in a way that transcends words.[break][break]

but then, ever so gradually, jiwari begins to pick up speed, his massive legs pounding against the rock floor with increasing intensity. miyako can feel the reins slipping from her fingers as the tyranitar's movements become more erratic, his control over his own powerful body starting to unravel. she yanks on the reins, trying to regain some semblance of command, but it is too late. a particularly rough landing after leaping over a rock throws his rider to the ground with a painful thud.[break][break]

"oof..." miyako groans, her body aching from such powerful contact as she lies there on the rocky floor. she blinks slowly, her vision swimming for a moment before clarity returns. it's not too dissimilar from some particularly bad falls from her bike, but its definitely more painful. she can already feel a bruise blooming across the length of her back. "okay... i see what you meant now. that guy is nuts."[break][break]

she looks back up at jiwari, who is now calmly standing a few feet away, his powerful form rippling with muscle, and she offers him a haphazard thumbs up. "thanks for the ride, buddy."

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"woo!" miyako shouts as they take off from the dock. she's never ridden a pokemon as powerful and fast-moving as the walking wake. it's exhilarating to feel the wind in her face, the rush of speed, and the way her heart pounds with adrenaline. it's all she could expect from the master of faster, really.[break][break]

"this is fucking awesome!" she yells over the wind to josh, her hands gripping tightly to his shirt as they race over water. she glances back at the city of pacifidlog as it grows smaller and smaller in the background, and then looks ahead to where the sky pillar looms.[break][break]

"how fast do you think we're goin'?" she asks, squinting her eyes as the wind whips at her face, threatening to displace her red-tinted sunglasses. "i bet way over one hundred an hour!"[break][break]

she grins widely as she takes in the scenery, her mind racing with thoughts of how she could capture this moment with her camera. she'll have to remember this feeling, the thrill and the rush, so that she can try to capture it in her photographs. speaking of capturing...[break][break]

"woah, wait, wait!" miyako shouts over the wind, eyes catching upon the silhouette of a small, dinosaur-esque pokemon milling about upon a small cleft of jagged rocks rising from the water. "that thing! i want it! slow down!"

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miyako's eyes widen at the name of the pokemon—suicune, she repeats to herself. she hadn't heard of it before, but apparently there's multiple forms of it, like the other two legendary ones, if the champion is to be taken seriously. she makes a mental note to look into it later. she may be lazy as hell at her actual job, but she finds the world of pokemon fascinating.[break][break]

she looks at the steam gathering beneath the walking wake and at the way it's crouching, preparing to let her ride. "whoa," she breathes, clambering onto it with a grin. it's so much bigger up here than it seems from the ground.[break][break]

miyako sits behind josh, and she places her hands on his shoulders. "yeah, i don't have a water-type," she calls over the noise of the steam and the wind. "but, really, i just wanted to ride!"[break][break]

she lets out a boisterous laugh as she prepares for the ride, her muscles tensing in her body, though she keeps a lookout on the horizon. maybe there will be cool pokemon to catch on the way there...?

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miyako stops and turns around, raising an eyebrow when she sees aisling. a smirk slowly spreads across her lips and she lets out a short chuckle. the memory of that stupid class, and the even stupider professors, comes rushing back, and miyako can't help but be amused. she had never been one for book learning, and her grades had reflected that. it seems aisling hadn't been either, because miyako never saw her again after that introductory class.[break][break]

"well, well, well. if it isn't aisling o'connor." miyako saunters closer, her heavy boots clomping loudly against the stone floor. whiskey trots along beside her, his bright, eager eyes watching aisling curiously. "didn't take you for the cave-exploring type either. guess we're both full of surprises, huh?"[break][break]

she stops a few paces away and lights a cigarette, taking a long, slow drag before exhaling the smoke into the damp air. "so, what brings you out here? you trying to hunt down some pokemon or something? or maybe you just forgot which way was out?" her tone is teasing, the words dripping with sarcasm. it's an old habit, one that had gotten miyako into trouble more times than she could count. but she couldn't help it—taunting people was just too much fun.

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the conversation with the ranger is oddly charming, miyako considers as she snaps a few more pictures of the now stationary magnezone. it's not often she runs into someone so... straightforward. usually it's all underhanded deals and backdoor politics. but silverio seems like the kind of guy who would say what he means and mean what he says. a surprise for slateport.[break][break]

but business is business, even with novel concepts.[break][break]

a slow smirk spreads across miyako's face as silverio ponders the idea. "yep," she confirms. "those big eyes just pop. could see it now - him decked out in cute little costumes, playing dress-up. maybe a lycanroc in mareep clothing shoot..."[break][break]

ah, but with one last click of the shutter, the digital card has no more space for anymore photos. sighing, she places the cap on the lens and plods off to the side, where she deposits herself into a nearby park bench. now that she can't take anymore pictures, what's she gonna do now? have an actual, genuine conversation? booooring.[break][break]

on the bench, she lights up another cigarette, idly playing with an empty pokeball in her other hand. "you new to slateport?" she asks finally. "you don't strike me as a city slicker."[break][break]

even as a mawile wanders into miyako's vision, her eyes don't light up, and her muscles hardly tense as she idly throws her pokeball at it. she doesn't seem to much care for the excitement of life.

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as miyako adjusts her grip on the pokeball, she flicks a quick glance at silverio. "oh, definitely," miyako confirms with a sly grin. "your good side is definitely on the right. your left is kind of… eh." she shrugs, the motion sending smoke trailing from her cigarette.[break][break]

as she speaks, miyako takes a step to the side, opening her line of sight to the ferroseed. it's still rolling slowly towards her, its metallic spikes glinting in the pale wash of slateport streetlights. miyako flicks her cigarette butt aside and focuses on the pokeball in her hand, which she throws with reckless abandon. the metallic spikes of the ferroseed catch the light with a brilliance that almost distracts miyako, but she keeps her focus as the pokéball sails through the air. the arc of her throw rings true and, before long, the ferroseed is caught, carefully nestled up on the inside of miyako's pokeball.[break][break]

a smile breaks her face as she returns the pokeball to her belt, before turning back towards silverio. she raises her camera again and peers through the viewfinder.[break][break]

"your lycanroc is really photogenic though. you ever considered having it be a pokemodel?" miyako murmurs as she snaps another picture of the wolf pokemon, this time framed by even more wild pokemon milling in the background. "it's good money, honestly."

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miyako snaps a few photos of josh and the walking wake posing dramatically, a wide grin plastered on her face. "holy shit, that's dope as hell," she mutters under her breath, already envisioning the kind of prints she could make out of these photos.[break][break]

"i'm miyako," she finally replies, putting her camera away for now. "i work down at slateport, but i'm out here using up some sick leave. heard you were out here, thought i'd check out the legend for myself. never seen nothin' like that before."[break][break]

she jerks a thumb towards the walking wake, her eyes still wide with amazement. she'd seen some incredible things in her line of work, but something about the paradox pokemon just stuck with her. something about the paradox pokémon feels like an anomaly, a living piece of history that didn’t quite belong, yet here it is, defying everything she thought she knew. "what's the deal with it, anyway? i don't even know what it is."[break][break]

she assumes josh and the beast will be going somewhere, with all that steam forming—either to the pillar or the race course, she figures. with a glance at the sky, she readjusts her glasses, judging the weather, before glancing back at josh. "so, where are you headin'? and can i get a ride, too? promise i'll be good." she adds with a smirk.

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oh, wow. miyako is more than a little impressed with captain shalin and her badass ride. she practically bounces on her feet, eyes sparkling with excitement. "yeah, yeah, i'm miyako, worst police officer this side of mt. pyre," she says, more to herself than anything, evidently distracted with trying to find a way to saddle the tyranitar.[break][break]

as for actually riding the thing, well... miyako grins. she's not a small woman, and she's got decent muscle on her, but compared to this beast, she's basically a sack of potatoes. "well, yeah, i'd expect nothing less. the best part of a rodeo is falling on your ass anyways," she jokes, even as she steps forward, curiosity burning within her.[break][break]

a rush of adrenaline fills miyako as she steps forward and, with a shift of her legs, pulls herself up and atop the tyranitar. as she slips into the saddle, she takes hold of the reins affixed to him, and looks down at jiwari with a wide grin. this will definitely be the ride of a lifetime!

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miyako is merciful for a second. she likes motorcycles too, after all, and seeing one like june's get scratched up in traffic would probably bring a tear to her eye. the officer waves a hand, an implicit permission passing between them for just a second, until...[break][break]

oh, fuck. miyako can't help but wince as june's face collides with the stop sign. the loud clang of metal meeting skull reverberates through the air, and for a brief moment, the world seems to hold its breath. miyako exhales sharply—june just entered brain damage city. unfortunate for june, but pretty fortunate for miyako. she's a little too hungover to be going on a high speed chase right now.[break][break]

ambling over, miyako positions herself over june and bends down. the sound of metal against metal rings out in the busy roadway as miyako affixes the handcuffs to june's wrists. "dude, relax. i'm not gonna do shit to your bike," miyako sighs as she secures june's new shackles. "i just kinda feel bad for you now."[break][break]

with june secured, miyako drags her to her feet and guides her toward the police bike. she glances back at the motorcycle, sighing inwardly. maybe she can get it towed somewhere safe instead of impounded. it’s the least she can do, considering how this night’s gone.[break][break]

"come on," she grumbles. "let's get this over with."

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