SORDID

A SEEDY UNTANGLEMENT

CLEAN OF ANY OUTSIDE INFLUENCE, her conditional allegiance fails to strike a nerve. he believes her, that her fascination in all of this trumps even his own, but so too do the fanatic when faced with their obsession.

gods they do not understand but worship all the same. a sick fetish that erodes the mind when synapses of wonder and amazement intertwine.

“i am the blueprint of what it understands to be human. my pain is its pain. my death will be its hibernation.”

his arm no longer budges. plain, ordinary flesh.

“but it will wake up, with or without me, and it will be the blueprint of all life as it knows it.”

what is a contingency if not a way to ensure his life’s work one day sees completion.

“extinction will no longer be a threat.”

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anya fowl

PLENILUNE

MISSION

“SHE IS WITH US,” she confesses with her hand over her chest. the jubilation in her voice makes her oath seems childish in comparison. modern day devotion adheres to a nomenclature of solemnity and the orthodox.

“elisa,” is the question she extends with her open hand. “have you ever had something taken from you? something no one else had a right to steal?”

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“INDEED.”

fernando’s hands fold within themselves. they rest behind his back. out of sight. as they did for his father before him. an image that is not exact but instead adjacent.

“while actions are often sufficient, sometimes they do not bring about their intended purpose. it is unfortunate that these complications are like weeds. willing to grow despite squashing them wherever they may arise.”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“I BELIEVE I MADE A REQUEST OF YOU BACK THEN.”

there is no point in pantomiming a recollection so fernando spares the theatrics. having to align with PENELOPE LIVY, check in with Eva Morales, and other duties in the wake of losing Elinor Anderson leaves him with little time to play with prey. he must eat quickly and diligently.

“to make amends and squash your issue with miro to prevent further complication, or something to that degree.”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“DO YOU REMEMBER THE LAST TIME—”

someone unimportant walks by and fernando resorts to silence. conversation between big players are best kept between each other. his eye traces the back of the inconsequential until they’re well out of sight.

“—i called you in to talk about your issue.”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“WELL, HERRERA,” fernando says with a nonchalance that undermines how far removed he is from the situation, “you have an issue.”

long strides from tall men cover much ground. a brisk walk for them is a marathon for their peers. just one step is more than enough to make annalise henderson jealous with her current confines.

and despite this, fernando finds his soul no more level than before.

“and it is now becoming my issue.”

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MATIAS SILPH

SENDING

ARCTOZOLT

• gacha

RECEIVING

RELICANTH

• gacha

TRADE WITH knox prescott + El Sunderland

SENDING

PSYDUCK

• gacha

RECEIVING

PORYGON

• gacha

TRADE WITH lam logan

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“…”

fernando stomachs a grimace he never quite digests. the blinking flash of his cursor highlights the last word of his report, anomaly, before reverting back to his operating system’s log in screen.

“very well then.”

the sound of his wheels churning against hard wood signal his rise. the same sound is absent when he ignores tucking in his chair. instead, he looks to the door, rather than matias or anything other distraction at the workplace.

it’s the type of discipline that would have done his co-workers some good. but not everyone can measure up to the impossible standards of a level headed silph.

“do you know why i, who never calls you, call for you today?”

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MATIAS SILPH

HEARING

SOCIAL

CRISP SUITS MAKE UP THE UNIFORM OF THOSE IN ATTENDANCE. an unspoken expectation of professionalism is held out of due respect. the concept of holding one another to a higher standard.

but not all uniforms are sewn the same. some come with purple bruises. others, swollen lumps of yellow flesh and spinarak veins. fernando too chooses to wear his accessories proudly: a pronounced medical wrap to hide the stitches from mint frost’s booby trap, along with an arm sling for the sprained elbow of being dismounted by Zev Harcourt’s nidoking.

he spares eva a knowing glance but says nothing more than his standard greeting.

“morales.”

everyone gets situated to various degrees. the speaker moves quick with their speech, thanking those in attendance for their time, and recognizes the pair with a purple prose of their sacrifices in dewford. an easily devoured appetizer in anticipation for the meal they were promised.

“it goes without saying, many of us find it perplexing that team rocket is able to keep up with our scientific advances and intelligence departments. many of us present do not have clearance to confidential information saved for the council or the aqua initiative. how is it that team rocket is able to have procure such knowledge?”

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Eva Morales

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

FERNANDO’S OFFICE HAS A NEW ADDITION: a humble cart neatly tucked away into an empty corner. several bottles of already open liquors line the main center pieces, with an elusive bottle of SPICY FIGY LIQUOR being the most pronounced of all. its warm red and orange decals makes it a poignant choice among the cans of MOONBLAST MICROBREWS ipas.

“care for a drink,” fernando says mindlessly behind his computer screen. “or would you rather take a walk?”

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MATIAS SILPH

CONNIVING CONUNDRUM

social

“DEVLIN,” fernando starts. “do you care for a word of advice? from hoenn’s first avatar?”

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Josh Devlin