ABILITY CAPSULE
HA super luck for togekiss
redeeming from anniversary pack

LEVEL TUTOR TM
ancient power -> metronome for togekiss
redeeming from winter ball 2018 monka

EGG MOVE TM
roar -> destiny bond for houndoom
redeeming from anniversary pack

USUM / SWSH TM
beat up -> sunny day for houndoom
redeeming from cram-o-matic

USUM / SWSH TM
flamethrower -> solar beam for houndoom
redeeming from cram-o-matic

MEGA ACCESSORY
houndoominite poggers
500PD

having handed the knife over, dominic regards the scene as it plays out but with little apparent interest. his gaze resting on marcel’s hands instead. it would be better for the man to actually handle the skinning because every gesture looks more careful and almost delicate when compared to dominic’s precise-but-too-deep cuts.

"that one isn’t very good for fine work," dominic sighs after a moment, jutting his chin at the blade. "i thought we could drag ‘em somewhere else for skinning but these fuckers are massive," he continues, idly nudging the dead arbok with his boot.

the garchomp is the first to notice a threat emerging from the haze of swirling sand. dominic’s head snaps toward his pokemon as it drops low to the ground with a snarl and lunges past him to a location just past marcel in a DRAGON RUSH. the sound of impact tells dominic something had been approaching, and he can just make out the silhouette of a struggle between his pokemon and something large and serpentine.

marcel maeda

REDEEMING LEVEL TUTOR TM
teaching endure to escavalier

BUYING PREMIER / POKEBALLS
x9 for 90PD

SELKIE-TAKER (50 PD)
klefki, togekiss, milcery, sylveon, mawile
hidden thanks!

SHINE THIEF (10PD)
safari dreepy!
hidden thanks!

CHARACTER: dominic sinclair
INGREDIENTS: pokeball, pokeball, pokeball
ROLL: pqDkmB4n

dominic’s eyes narrow as he watches marcel reach to his pocket. call it self-preservation; his muscles tense and his first impulse would have been to seize the man’s wrist but some latent restraint allows him to stay his hand. the words that follow make dominic’s gaze flicker back to marcel’s face, and when he cocks his head to the side his expression turns inscrutable.

"do you really believe that or are you just pretending to be dense?" he says after a moment. for a fleeting second the hostile edge had bled from his tone to be replaced by something bordering on ruminative.

silas’s self-destructive deathwish would have seen them all die: it wasn’t ambition, it was a misguided and all-consuming mania against which dominic measures all his actions. the fact that only he, kelley, and raskolnikov were ever aware of the depths of silas’s depravity - if only due to their stations and mere proximity - leaves a bitter feeling on the back of dominic’s tongue.

"yeah, it’s about me, and you. i did my job perfectly, and now it’s time for you to do yours."

marcel maeda

dominic shakes lane's hand - if a little stiffly - and then claps him on the shoulder in a slightly over-familiar way when the first challenge is done. at the second floor, he watches the spoink spring into the air - his head remains static but his eyes follow it upward. dominic takes a moment to collect a pokeball and releases a gengar.

the pokemon rubs its tiny nub hands together in a conspiratorial manner and looks toward dominic for orders. dominic points upward, where the speck of the spoink's body can still be seen.

"hit it with TOXIC," he says to the pokemon. dominic doesn't know the specifics of it, but something about TOXIC when used by the POISON-TYPE ensures the move always finds its target.

the gengar watches the spoink for a moment and then launches a handful of something purple that simultaneously gaseous and liquid into the air.

priam conrad marcel maeda Lucas Lane

sparing a wry glance at his group, dominic finds himself wondering for maybe the thousandth time in his lifetime how he managed to get into this exact situation. that priam is acquainted with marcel he already knew - but the league head scientist?

regardless, the first actual trial was taking off his boots without the concealed knife clattering to the ground. he curses under his breath and makes fleeting eye contact with marcel - long enough to mouth a very empathetic what the fuck.

dominic really only knows how to fight fire with fire. when the challenge begins in earnest, he releases his houndoom in a plume of flames. he knows the pokemon will bear the brunt of the rapidash’s attack due to its FLASH FIRE ability.

"give us a… playful CRUNCH, alright?" he orders the houndoom - the qualifier necessary because he knows the pokemon is accustomed to going for the jugular. doing as instructed, the canine will shrug off the FIRE BLAST and will close the distance to snap at the rapidash’s legs with CRUNCH.

priam conrad marcel maeda Lucas Lane

it's by a stroke of luck that the next pokemon dominic encounters is one he's actually interested in. he may have already caught a handful of these but the way they flicker in and out of the shadows is a promise of a strong, useful pokemon.

the honchkrow looks intent on attacking this pokemon too, but dominic calls it off with a whistle. he tosses the last safari-issued capsule at the dreepy and begins to make his way to the exit.

pog capturing

dominic returns to the lake once more, uncertain that coming back would actually change the selection. it didn't; peering through at him he sees the familiar yellow fin and round head.

the pokemon sends him a TEARFUL LOOK and dominic freezes in his steps and backs away only because he didn't want to prompt some loud wailing that would probably attract other patrons of the safari zone.

skipping!

the bronzor tagged along behind the inkay, bobbing along cheerfully and trying to mirror the exact movement to the best of its ability. it didn’t work at all - while the inkay could probably best be described as something borderline gelatinous, the bronzor remained a rigid disk.

when they reached the intended target the bronzor narrowed its eyes to try to make sense of the task at hand as it was communicated by another series of flickering lights. having eventually made sense of what the inkay was saying, the bronzor gave a low screech of happy acknowledgement - hopefully not loud or reverberating enough to attract any attention this time.

it knew this game! it rarely ever got to play, but it has seen its trainer’s other pokemon being both the distraction and the gatherer!

the bronzor gave another nod and floated over to the rhyperior and the egg hatch with a bizarre amount of bravado. it felt pretty confident - while the slight frame hindered with respecting to emoting, what it did give it is a very tiny HITBOX. on top of that, it could quickly flit around through space while the rhyperior was limited to the ground and to heavy swings. in short, it had a FRAME ADVANTAGE and was fully prepared to exploit it.

the pokemon gives the inkay a little quip - meaning, i’m starting now! - and hurtles forward at the speed of a frisbee being thrown. drawing near the rhyperior, the bronzor unleashes a CONFUSE RAY and then begins to spin rapidly around it for a few very long moments, just very slightly out of reach. confused, but aware enough of its own status to know it shouldn’t be standing near the hatch of eggs the rhyperior gave an annoyed low growl and stumbled slowly away from the place where it had been standing guard, giving a half-hearted chase after the bronzor.

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