there’s a brief hitch in dominic’s pace at the mention of kanto. his eyes narrow at marcel but it’s more scrutinising than hostile. he opens his mouth as if to speak but changes his mind when a familiar jingling sound catches his attention.

the wild klefki is difficult to make out in the downpour, but its steel body nonetheless glints in the what gloomy light makes it through the rain. dominic turns to priam with a grin.

"well, would you look at that," he says, dropping his voice to murmur as he points out the pokemon. "you want your own klefki, kiddo?"

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dominic sinclair no longer knows the source of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. it could be that which he injects directly into the bloodstream - a needle digging into skin, a hot rush. it could be memory alone - of kanto cities set alight, of flames licking at black, starless skies.

he has no delusions about his purpose in hoenn - dominic knows he’s a loaded gun that just needs to be pointed into a direction and fired. today it’s at a location just beyond the horizon and so he paces the docks with his gaze fixed on the expanse of sea, cigarette smoke curling from parted lips.

if the body is the canvas of a life lived, then dominic’s profile can be read in the planes of tattooed skin, ink rendered illegible by vestiges of scars.

the beat of wings makes dominic halt his prowling to face his counterpart. he regards the man for a long moment before speaking.

"gavin," dominic says slowly, putting weight on each syllable. his eyes narrow with mirth, teeth glinting as his mouth widens into the gash of a humourless smile.

"sure. maybe you can actually keep up this time."

he doesn’t feel the need to clarify; dominic has made no secret of his derision regarding how littleroot played out. he doesn’t wait for an answer and if one came it would be drowned out by the sound of him clicking open two pokemon capsules to release a hydreigon and togekiss.

dominic gives a short whistle, prompting the hydreigon to lower itself allowing him to mount in a smooth motion. the togekiss chirps a greeting and settles itself on dominic’s shoulder, folding its wings neatly.

a TAILWIND courtesy of the hydreigon whips up around the two men and their respective pokemon and dominic shoots gavin a brief look, teeth still bared in a sneer. urged onward by the burst of air around them, the hydreigon arches its necks and hurtles into the sky with a snarl.

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idle and unthinking, dominic is arranging his host of drinks when he hears someone approach and address him. he stills for a moment and turns to face the stranger slowly, expression already set into a glare because he’s half-expecting it to be the woman he’d scared away from marcel earlier.

it’s not her because apparently good things do happen to him sometimes. dominic takes in her features carefully - his eyes flicker from her face and down, then back again in a practiced appraising glance. it’s not quite subtle enough and dominic makes no attempt to hide the approving smile curling the corners of his lips.

she’s familiar but he can’t place the face. doesn’t matter - she’s pretty and that’s enough, really.

"drink?" dominic echoes. he inclines his head sideways to the row of glasses in front of him. he drops his voice when he speaks again, teasing. "what, just the one?"

dominic doesn’t wait for an answer when he winks, takes one of the glasses and throws his head back to down the contents in one fluid gesture.

"recommendations, huh? depends. how well can you hold your drink?"

smile

dominic affixes a long, meaningful stare at Bailey Cooper and then exhales. whatever adrenaline-fuelled rage was keeping him steady had left his body, momentum bleeding through to the sand.

he snaps out a hand and the klefki comes to a gentle rest in his palm before he returns it to its resting place - his the pocket of his shorts. at least this motherfucker doesn't need a pokeball to be mobile.

"whatever," dominic says. "bitch," he adds as an afterthought.

dominic's gaze slides over the woman's left shoulder and rests on the buffet table behind her. his eyes flutter closed for a moment and when he re-opens them again, he's honing in on the table. "i need another drink," dominic concludes, and side-steps bailey to make his way across the sand.

he stumbles over a rope at one point, swearing under his breath, but he reaches the table and the host of other unattended drinks without further incident.

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THREAD LINK:
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/8483/mother?page=2&scrollTo=83140
TYPE: capture
BERRY: leppa
BERRY EFFECT: teaches a tm move
THREAD SUMMARY: dominic catches dreepys and a golduck in the safari

THREAD LINK:
pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/8423/precision-mistake?page=1&scrollTo=79265
TYPE: capture
BERRY: aspear
BERRY EFFECT: teaches a level up move
THREAD SUMMARY: dominic just stands there

THREAD LINK: pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/8399/nights-limbo?page=1&scrollTo=82763
TYPE: mission
BERRY: pecha
BERRY EFFECT: allows you to change your pokemon's forme (alolan/galarian, rotom, wormadam, lycanroc, etc.) alongside any applicable abilities or moves. forme changes that only affect the pokemon's appearance are exempt from requiring a purchase
THREAD SUMMARY: remiel watches dominic display his drunken form

THREAD LINK: pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/8255/home?page=1&scrollTo=79176
TYPE: mission
BERRY: pecha
BERRY EFFECT: allows you to change your pokemon's forme (alolan/galarian, rotom, wormadam, lycanroc, etc.) alongside any applicable abilities or moves. forme changes that only affect the pokemon's appearance are exempt from requiring a purchase
THREAD SUMMARY: zach and dom assault a child and burgle a home

THREAD LINK: pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/thread/8285/root-matter-uu?page=10&scrollTo=80673
TYPE: event
BERRY: spiral's tail
BERRY EFFECT: fully alter a pokemon's moveset with level up moves
THREAD SUMMARY: dominic, zach and priam display their competency

camping gear for dominic, 50pd

he's battered with bruising, but the dull aching sensation either hasn't set in yet or its kept at bay by adrenaline. dominic was intending to sleep this off, but the concept of competition makes him linger.

"hell yeah," he says with something like bravado. "that was a test run."

dominic sets down the shiny poochyena (he later learned from kyle that his name is quebec, though he still doesn't know how he got his hands on it). the poochyena wimpers, already knowing that it's about to be beaten up again.

"sorry buddy," dominic says, petting it between the ears and stepping aside. not looking at all reassured, the poochyena flinches as he is pummelled into running at high speeds again. the RATTLED dog sets off around the course a second time.

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