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''Well, she's a pirate or sailor something right? Seemed perfect,'' he yelled back. The dhelmise of course had no idea who Skylar was, so it didn't matter at all to the pokemon. After the anchor did its job of providing rayquaza a mean headache, Andy flashed the pokeball again to pull it from the sky before it impacted the ground.
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Could anchor's go splat? It wasn't a wager he wished to witness at any rate. Glued to the tortured lighthouse, the desperate cosmic snake began spitting dragan pulses with reckless abandon. Not to mention it began to whip up a wind around the lot of them. By the way it seemed to simply be flinging assaults in every direction, Andy surmised it was descending into a desperate panic.
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Curving up and out of its dive, Spectress struggled against the hurricane, spiraling through the currants and Andy held on for dear life. A thought was tossed to the back of his mind for his claydol, but it was likely levitating above the maelstrom. The turbulence doesn't last long, before it's dealt with by other present trainers.
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Mopping the milk from his face, he takes in the destruction. How does he keep getting caught up in these earth-rending events? Perhaps he should just stop answering his phone... None the less, he spots John Sullivan seemingly fleeing the scene in the distance, the colorful flygon recalled from the time he levied harsh justice to megaloplans in the desert.
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It's not like him to piss off from a fight... Arching an eyebrow, he was wondering if older boy knew something he didn't. An impossibility to be sure. Of course angelo vestri momentarily distracts him with his query. ''Yeah. Fucking blown away at how much of a mess this is turning out to be. I bet insurance companies make a bloody mint off of this region.''
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Casting his gaze up, he finally spots Ersatz up in the clouds.
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''Going to go see why Doug's fucking off by himself. Be Are Be.'' Waving at the claydol, he thrust a finger in the bug catcher's direction, and with a teleport he vanishes from sight to reappear near the good Captain. ''Oi. Where you running to!? The fight's back that way.'' Of course Sullivan was in far too good of standing for Andy to think him a coward.
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Certainly he had his reasons.

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Struggling to his feet, he was still trying to not jostle the banette too hard to avoid undoing the just recent repairs. Letting the creature lose, it hopped in front of him to bristle at the woman, as the smokey form of his gengar consolidated around him in a loosely gengar shaped cloud. A familiar eyes and grimice appeared within to stare down the charizard.
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It was presumed he would have to fight his way out of here.
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''Why am I running?! Why are you chasing me?! I don't give a flying fuck if you want to talk to me. You're not entitled to a conversation you haughty bint!'' In his mind it seemed all League personnel were more than happy to twist arms and crack heads as long as it meant that they got their way, even something as mundane as this. Far bereft of patience, the barbs were already out.
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This was precisely why the League needed to meet the same fate as Rocket.
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''Holy fuck, you Leaguers like to abuse the shit out of your authority. Being stupid isn't a crime, even if I was, just like talking shit ain't a crime either. I learned all I need to know about your bollox organization's 'just a few questions' from Fernando-cock-smoking-Silph himself. Guilty?'' He thrust a finger. ''You fuckers need to look in a mirror sometime. Power over-reaching cunts, the whole lot of you.''

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Blinking, Andy leaned to look around the pokemon at the stranger and her own little spinning top. The β turned as well, regarding her indifferently with its singular eye. His grandfather had always said answered his query about what type of pokemon with that: it's unkown. The thought had been in his head ever since that the elder Blackadder didn't know what it was either.
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Now he realized he looked retroactively stupid. Or did he...? Maybe never asking but once didn't paint him as that ignorant. Chocolate eyes flicked from the unown to the girl and back. It didn't seem to either confirm or deny it through sound or action. It just stared, as it had like any of the other rare times he had seen it. Which made him ponder...
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''Okay... So what does it do other than-'' He gestured to the casually floating thing- ''this.'' Rising he moved to stand at its side so he wasn't talking around it to the girl. ''Someone mailed it to me out of grandfather's old shit. But I don't know much about it, not even where he got it. It's not really done a damn thing any time I've seen it.''
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The criticism didn't seem to phase the unown.

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Starved as he was, the ribs were skint with haste. It almost wouldn't have even mattered if they had been seasoned in the first place. Setting the bone filled plate on the floor at the foot of the bed with a slight wince, the boy pondered if there was a pokemon among his collection that would like the bones. Perhaps the marowak?
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A proper dog pokemon wasn't in his posession.
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Food finished, the Galarian came to rest on the bed rather awkwardly, hugging his own bare knees. Andy Blackadder was many things, but romantic was typically not a descriptor one would ascribe to him. Perhaps one might imagine him crassly demanding 'kiss me, fucker!' Alas, a person could only contain so much boldness.
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Staring at the screen without really looking at it, he dove through the mental gymnastics to cajole himself to act. And so, unfolding from himself he rolled subtly, as if he was trying to seem like he weren't doing anything at all, just falling into place. With his temple against Doug's shoulder, and an arm thrown over his waist, he wondered if he had been as slick as he thought.
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Such sanctuary far surpassed any entertainment medium, and if left unchecked snoozing would ensue soon after.

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''Leth do wun inducthrinatun atah thyme,'' he spat. Epitaph looked between the boy and his sister. Was there some malicious trick here? The notion caused it to bristle slightly at the girl, but then why had she gone and gotten the paper towels? Deflating some, perhaps he was over paranoid from all the fights other children picked with his trainer.
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''Sinth when duh ya like foothball anyway?'' Wasn't the stereotype like that girls cared little for sports and more for... dollies? Playing house? Insufferable nagging practice? None the less, he was genuinely curious, enough that it wasn't buried under his throbbing face. She wondered if this was something she had picked up from their bother.

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While the yamask didn't say specifically he had to avoid alerting the ribombee to what they were doing, Epitaph presumed there was a reason its help hadn't been enlisted before. More important however was remembering where he had last seen the item he sought. It was a pain when you had to recall something you had only paid attention to in passing.
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Peeking around the door frame into the kitchen, sure enough, the bee butler was within, preparing the lady of the house a mimosa. His red eyes blinked as he watched Reginald go about his work. Finishing the fruity drink, it buzzed towards the kitchen door barely carting the champagne glass in both hands. Once it exited, the gengar quickly hovered in.
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Given that all the ingredients, juices and mixers, were still strewn across the counter the ribombee was sure to return to tidy up. Time was therefore of the essence. The ghost pokemon immediately began to raid cabinets, looking for his all access item. The first was a collection of canned food ingredients, the second was more mixers.
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Baking ingredients, various cooking pots and baking sheets, cleaning supplies, where was it? Epitaph could hear the drunken cougar even this deep in the house shooing her servant away. He didn't have much time. Looking to just bolt before the ribombee returned, as he made for the door he spotted his prize. It was no wonder he hadn't seen it.
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It was just inside the door, propped against the wall.
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Essentially a mechanical claw at the end of a long pole, it was a long grabber device thing that the older human woman made use of very sparingly. Granted, he didn't know if this would work. Whatever weird tricks the yamask had used in now former life should have been easily defeated by this simple trinket. Humans thought they were so clever.
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''Yʸaͦmͧask. Yͨaͣᶰmᶰaͦsͭk.ᵇ ͤYˢaͤmͬaͥsͦkͧˢ.'' As the genger reentered the study, the yamask's eyes narrowed in disbelief. ''Gʷeͦnͬgͭeͪr. Gͣeˢnͪgͦaͭr.'' The yamask's little arms set onto his thin body, as if he had sat his hands upon his hips. Making his way over to the bookcase, genger looked around his own bulbous form to his partner in crime.
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''Geʷnͤˡgˡer?'' Emitting something like a scoff, the dead scholar hovered to peek around the gengar's shoulder. ''Yͭaͪmͣaͭsk. Maͦᶰsͤk. Yͭaͪmͤaͬsͤk, ˢYͤaͨmͬaͤsͭˢkͦᶠ. ͣYͬaͨmͪaͤsͦˡkͦᵍ,ʸ Yˢaʷmͥaͭsͨkͪ. Yͥaͭʷmͥaͭsͪk. Yͭaͦmͫᵇaˢskͦᶠ. Yaͭmͪaͤsk. Yͧᶰaᵏmᶰaͦʷsᶰk.'' Awkwardly working the finglonger with his own three digit hands, he clumsily moved the books around.
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''Mᶰaͦʷsk. ˢYͤaͨmͬaͤsͭˢkͦᶠ.ͣ ͬYͨaͪmͤaͦˡsͦᵍkʸ. Yͬaͤᵖmˡaͣsͨkͤˢ. Yͩaͤmͣaͩskͫ.ͤᶰ Yamͭaͤˡsˡk. Yᶰaͦmͭaͣˡsͤˢk.'' The gengar emitted an annoyed growl. ''Gͩeͥnͩᶰgͭar. Gʷeͤnʲgͧˢaͭr. Gͫeͦnͮgͤar. ͭGͪeͣnͭgͦᶰaͤr.'' Blinking, the yamask didn't understand how his nephews pokemon could be so daft. ''Yͥaͭmͪaͣˢsͭkͦ. Yᵇaͤmͩaͦᶰsͤk. Yaͥᶰm. Yͤaͯmͣaͨsͭkͥᶰ.ᵍ Yͦaͬmͩaͤsͬk.''
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With the gadget, he rearranged the books again.
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''Yᶠaͥᶰmͣˡaˡsʸk. ͭYͪaͤˢmͤaͨsͬkͤ.ͭˢ Yaͦᶠm. ͣYͬaͨmͪaͤsͦˡkͦᵍ.ʸ Yͥˢaͨmͪaͣᶰsᵍkͤ.ͩ Yaʷmͥaͭsͪk. Yͧᶰaͨmͦaͮsͤkͬ.ͥᶰ ᵍYaͭmͪaͤsk. Yʷaͣˢmͭaͤˢsk.'' Almost as soon as the tome was crammed where it was supposed to go, the bookcase clunked, lurched back, and slide aside to reveal a passage. Basic brickwork walls led into the darkness. Epitaph stared wide eyed.
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So this is what he had been hiding.

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