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''Quite the contrary.'' He said from under his sleeve, countermanding both Doug and Arashi's obfuscating answers to Hideo Kino. ''Something's been doing the gods' work.'' While he had no doubt their quarry was dangerous, their seemingly shared hatred of megalopolans was a big plus in his book. And hadn't he seen Giratina originally at the tail end of the Mauville conflict?
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Perhaps it too had no love for them, a prospect that made his love for it all the more.
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Doug's demand to leave immediately bounced impotently off of his back like rain against stone. He was close. Andy couldn't abandon the hunt now. There was something here, and in his mind there were few possibilities beyond the ghost lord he sought. Before he can argue however, Ruby Walker surprisingly had a desire to continue, a crusade of her own.
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Unmoving, despite the pleas, he didn't even turn as he listened to her spiel, chocolate eyes studying the collection of fallen enemies, a lovely garden save for the unfortunate pokemon. He didn't recognize the name she spoke, nor the description. Buzzer listened with keen interest, eager to learn more about an unknown pokemon.
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The Galarian didn't want to believe it. What she described was nothing like the Giratina he had seen. While interesting on its own, it wasn't what he was looking for. The potential reality of the situation ignited a slow burning rage that his stubbornness easily gorged itself on. No protest would divert him from his path now, even if it led to oblivion.
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''Saint of Slateport, eh?'' His pointless query came after John Sullivan's predictable argument to bail out now. ''I'm with you all the way, lass.'' Rather it was from those words, or through his own reasoning, the sole League representative came around to the idea of the pursuit. Turning, his arm-covered face likely hid his smile.
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Granted it disappeared at the sight of Eris Halla's vomiting.
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''At least if we keep moving we won't have to smell this bloody trash anymore.'' Free hand fishing one pokeball, then the next, a dhelmise came to tower over the group before a centiskorch joined it. His gengar trailed like white smoke from his shadow before he came to exist with the other two. He was eager to pit them against their potential wrathful, murderous pokemon.
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Were it not Giratina, of course.
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At John Sullivan's command, Garo's radar would confirm what Ruby Walker's pokemon likely already knew. Something lurked within the cave at the top of the hill. It was an obvious lair among the rest of the terrain, and plenty of footprints, bloody and otherwise led towards it. It wouldn't take an expert gumshoe to figure it out.
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''Ladies, gentlemen, undead spirits, shall we?'' There was an unnerving calm about him as he led the way to the cave. He was thirteen. He was immortal. ''Master Blackadder, Andy, this course of action is ill-advised.'' Just as any other objection, it did little to deter him. Even Incandescent and Skylar's uneasy stares at the collection of corpses couldn't.
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''So is your bitching. Now help Inca light the way.'' Climbing with some shaky footing due to the blood slicked mud and loose gravel, Andy reached the mouth of the rocky entrance and peered into the darkness. What lurked in this abyss? ''Inca, Buzz, up front.'' Marching forward, the centiskorch and hovering pokedex up front, and gengar and dhelmise in the back, only the thinnest tinge of doubt and fear chilled him.
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The light cast quickly revealed stalagmites hanging from the cave's ceiling, many broken and laying upon the cave floor. Adding to the occasional tangle of shattered stone, the fissures within the cave floor led deep into the earth, the light cast from the pokemon only revealing a threatening darkness. Any who fell within likely stood a great chance of perishing.
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''Mind your footing. Treacherous as fuck in here.'' A growing rhythmic noise that punctuated their collective footsteps grew and become the unmistakable echo of a breaths within. Andy's spine tingled. Something was here. But was it who he sought? Giratina? Is this your lair you sneaky cunt? The intrigue overpowered his fear.
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It drove him forward.

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