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His steps were starting to become out of rythem with their pokemon having a duel of the birds. With the aipom's display, Andy figured the other boy had to be aware something had to be going on by now, but he didn't say anything. Hideo lamented his height and Andy could understand. Thus far he had been the runt of the family, but it was always explained away with him being the baby as well. Though any commiserating was put to a stop with a bit of a faux pas he had made on Hideo's career choices.
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''Sorry.'' The appearance of an apology was somewhat rare for the Blackadder boy. ''I totally get you on your family wanting you to be a whole ass different person. There's nothing stopping you from being a professional trainer, just plenty to discourage you. Maybe the next time they shoot you down, ask them why they don't believe on you.'' It was becoming apparent that Andy was starting to think little of the elder Kinos. He was surely being too harsh, but that had never stopped him before.
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Guess no matter if you're rich or poor, everyone has family bullshit to deal with. Hideo changed the subject, understandably. ''No. I don't see the point. I'm not looking to be some region leader or league bigwig. Outside of that what are they good for? Bragging rights? I can get those after I mop the floor with someone.'' Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Epitaph blowing up into a large cloud shaped suspiciously like... ''Damn it! If you two fucks don't stop messing around, you can wait in the house and I'll get Regi to keep an eye on things.''

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In theory? Did that mean no? That was the way grown ups said no wasn't it? When the boy saw his mother fetch left overs a tinge of betrayal struck his tiny heart. Didn't she say she was to prepare them? Maybe she didn't, but he still wanted to see it. As the cheese toastie and blueberry biscuit was placed before him he tried not to look ungrateful, but was failing at it. When the addition of hot water with a mere tea bag was placed in front of him he looked downright offended.
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What proper Galarian treated tea in such a manner!?
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''I'm sorry mummy,'' he repeated, unsure what else he was supposed to say here. If Celia didn't know how to explain things as a full grown woman, Andy didn't even have any idea of how little of no idea he had. ''Epitaph thought it was funny.'' It was as close to an explanation as he could get. ''He was trying to make me feel better.'' Taking a bite of his cold biscuit, he chewed with his mouth open like a little savage before washing it down with the water tea.
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''Can I have some milk and sugar to make my tea proper?''

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''Maro! Maro.'' One of the Alolan marowaks spun his bone in an impressive display at the female interloper. No wilting gaze would be suffered by most of Andy's lot, just as stubborn as their master. With a jingle, the banette danced up closer to the male, his red eyes gazing up their length. They didn't look like the one who had abandoned him...
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Oh, he hadn't forgotten.
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''Trevenant. Trev.'' Monocular eye flicking between the two trainers and their attendant pokemon, he tried to caution the banette. The little stuffed doll upstretched his limp appendages and hopped in place slightly, hoping the child would pick him up. Maybe this one would be more open to affection that his current trainer.
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''Draaagh. Dragapult!'' Save for the banette, the other pokemon backed off a bit as a dragapult slid into the light provided by all the ghostly flames, perched atop a dhelmise. The haunted anchor absolutely towered over anything else there, providing the dragapult a commanding view. Lifting from where she sat, the pokemon swooped down to light in front of the adult.
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''Draa. Dragapult. Draaagh.'' Her suspicious yellow eyes flicked to the centiskorch in the hopes that it could provide context to this visit. It was unlikely any trainer would teleport to a random spot in the shadow of Mt. Pyre, which meant they had been sent here. And she easily recognized the stench of phantom force. So they certainly must be guests, right?

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While the prince did keep him from taking a complete spill, it seemed he wasn't interested in providing any other support. Perhaps if the situation merited one of those fabled 'cooler heads,' such an attitude would have prevailed. Were that the case, surely Andy could have seen that given the gravity of what had just happened, his presence was required elsewhere.
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''Wait! Where the fuck are you off to!?'' But before he could make it through his question, Remiel was already fading from existence. Who knew how many of the gathered trainers had been in that church when it blew? Who knew if Doug had been within? From the magnitude of the blast, it certainly looked as if any were still within they would have perished.
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''This fucking region...'' He mumbled as he drew a pokeball to travel away from here himself.

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[attr="class","omgentop"]THE FOLLIES OF YOUTH

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THE FOLLIES OF YOUTH is centered entirely upon Hoenn's young trainers! A large subterfuge on the part of Andy Blackadder, his quest to find GIRATINA in the flesh leads him to the wilds around Mauville to seek the renegade pokemon, where it was last seen. Not willing to look for the beast in such a large area alone, he devises a scheme to artificially expand his small group of friends to aid in his quest.
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His sister had always seemed to typically enjoy his antics, which made her rare among... the vast majority of the region's population. The baby of the family could often be a trying position to hold. He didn't get away with nearly as much as he thought he should. His siblings didn't always seem to find him annoying however. Perhaps it was because they were close enough in age to get his humor whereas adults seemed to have forgotten how to have fun as they grew old and stodgy.
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''Maybe we could get Epitaph to do it if we dress him up.'' His brown eyes flicked to the pokemon. His youth had him propose such a ridiculous idea with dead serious intentions. ''You can learn how to sauter, right?'' Epitaph seemed to deflate at the idea. ''Gastly...'' Fortunately, Alison saw it for the joke that it was and moved on to a more genuine proposition. He had to admit, the slick contemporary popping and locking would be far more appealing than ballet.
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''Yeah! Show me how to bust a move!'' The boy attempted to do a thing but really he just flailed his arms and stumbled a bit. ''Gastly...'' The spiritual commentary was meant to be scathing, but Andy didn't even bother shooting the pokemon a disapproving glance. Of course the day's direction was then derailed slightly as his sister's pikachu awoke. Andy flinched at the creature's sudden interest in him. Epitaph bristled a bit, but no harm was done. Curious eyes stared after its just as sudden retreat.
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''What's up with her?''

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Not to be one upped, a mist began to radiate around the glistening white gengar that became filled with smokey middle finger effegies. Andy shot a sideways look at Epitaph promising consequences if he picked a fight while he was trying to impart some kind of knowledge, as imperfect as it was. Andy wasn't so distracted as to not hear the other boy's question. He thought he had mentioned his age at some point, but perhaps he hadn't. Part of him wondered why it mattered.
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Doug was older than both of them.
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''I'm thirteen. Fourteen this summer,'' he admitted plainly. It felt a bit like the older he got the faster the years went by. Hideo started going on about his big sister and his reminiscence made him think back to his estate in Galar. There weren't many happy memories there, but that didn't mean they were completely absent. It certainly wasn't enough to encourage him to return but it did make him reconsider some things. Maybe he should take the time to write a letter..
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''You ever thought about persuing a career in music, Hideo?'' Singing, dancing, and thus far in Andy's opinion the kid was personable enough to be a good pop star. Navigating fame could be an adventure all its own and yet far safer than wandering the wilds of Hoenn. Perhaps in time the boy could even afford some advanced eye surgery. He wasn't sure as to the extent of their blindness. None the less it was a little awkward having a conversation with the top of his head.

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The most potent point Doug made among any was that his League membership ensured he had the proper authorization to mentor their friend Hideo Kino. The older teen could have just left it at that and Andy would have accepted it. While a lot of trouble, it was better than what he would have done: probably a few hard punches to his mother's titty followed by harshly worded demands laced with passionate analogies about the immorality of keeping a blind child on a leash.
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''I guess that's a good point,'' he said, downplaying how much he really agreed. ''Hideo is worth it.'' All of Doug's yawns hadn't escaped his notice. It was a pity he couldn't entertain his guest as much as he would have liked. What rotten luck. ''You're tired already? I thought I was the one who hiked up a mountain and got pounded into the dirt,'' he teased. ''Here I thought I could still coax a hand cooked dinner out of you.'' But perhaps he was asking too much. Doug had patched him up after all.

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''Prove it.'' The syllables prompted bloody spital to fly from his lips where the life force oozed from his nose. Given the other boy's proximity, perhaps some would even dirty his uniform. Rowan had closed the distance to grasp his collar and threatened further harm. It wouldn't matter of course. Blackadders were a remarkably stubborn bunch, and Andy would disparage anyone until he was physically unable to, rather unconscious or dead.
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Wounds of the flesh could heal, wounds upon pride tended to be much more permanent.
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''You must think that breaks my heart.'' He smirked, blood running in between his teeth for a gruesome visage. ''I'm exactly where I intend to be, fuckstain. Are you? None of my blood will grant you freedom from anything. It won't even fill any holes in you.'' The upperclassman would get his wish if Andy had had a few moments longer to throw his head back and then forward in a headbutt; provide his tormentor with a matching wound.
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Instead the door to the club room was opened and a few other members swept in. Laura Headley was first, as always. As the Literature Club's president she made sure that no one forgot her position, even if they weren't a member themselves. A freakishly tall girl, her height lended to her making something even as mundane as reading into an elitest pastime. Behind her was Miranda Marsh, the dark haired, freckled, bespectacled vice president and walking definition of 'kiss ass.'
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The third was a blond, wavy haired Kalosian exchange student who was probably the worst read of any in the club. Henri La Clereux's presence there was solely for the purpose of attempting to bed the first two girls. His duel membership in the Math Club and affinity for numbers, as well as being an enthralled brown noser himself, granted him the position of club secretary. While perhaps the room's two previous occupants wouldn't catch their prattle, it wouldn't matter, as it halted at the sight of the altercation.
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''What in Arceus' name! If you two pedestrian beggers want to tussle join the bloody boxing club!'' Headley sat her hands on her hips as she scolded the two. ''There's no place for rapscallions with a love for fisticuffs,'' Marsh added in agreement. ''Do you want me to throw then out?,'' Henri offered. Before the president could give a decisive answer however, she noticed the discarded books upon the floor and a look of both shock and disgust creased her features.
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The staccato racket of her heels closed the distance between the two.
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''Such disregard for the classics over something petty no doubt.'' Pushing the two aside, she lifted the books up before letting out a gasp and dropping the blood stained tome. Marsh stepped around to get side to see what had startled her superior and covered her mouth in shock. The president glanced at Andy and his bloodied nose, then to Rowan. ''You fools. Do you see the blood on this page? It's ruined! Ruined I tell you!'' Marsh uncovered her mouth to observe the damage.
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''That's a second edition leatherbound hardback... The pages were vellum... Probably two centuries old. It's...'' It was if she was unable to continue, but even a dunce could see she was playing it up. The door had been left open on purpose. ''Irreplaceable.'' Standing to her full height to tower over the two boys, she looked down her nose at Wrynn. ''What possible excuse could you have for this?'' Her hiss was as foul as any ekans. ''You can thrash Blackadder however it pleases you, but not with my books.''

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Plenty of other attendees arrived to this fool party. Some he recognized from other fool expeditions, others he didn't. The crowd of trainers all contributing to whatever was happening here was making him a little anxious, and he wasn't sure rather he should gravitate towards John Sullivan or angelo vestri. Angelo would be prodding and Doug would be weird.
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All of the chatter tempts him to let Bernie do his thing and take off on Spectress to continue with his – well whatever he was doing before he stopped here. If anything came of it he could demand royalties from his contributions later. However, Hoenn was gonna Hoenn. When the tower got doused with steam, cool water specklettes showered down over him.
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It ruined his hair.
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What the fuck is it now?! Lo and behold, some god tier pokemon had shown up to be mad. How did he know it was an obscure legendary? Well, the ability to speak was a pretty big indicator. For a moment he wondered if he was hearing things, or perhaps the words were psychically broadcast. Either way, after the initial shock he realized it was only there to complain.
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And destroy apparently.
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''Does every super pokemon have to look stupid? Is it a rule or something?'' He mumbled to himself as he started releasing pokeballs. Epitaph slid up from his shadow looking concerned at the situation. Here they were again. ''Gengar...'' The trainer shrugged. ''It's Hoenn. Like I am starting to suspect stupid shit falling out of the stratosphere is a region feature at this point.''
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His heatran wandered back over to him since things were deteriorating. Plenty of trainers were yelling their protests at the ringbacked monster. Honestly, the Galarian boy could have cared less about the tower. It was a hair brained idea from the start. Andy had other concerns about the creature's sudden presence to impede their progress.
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''Yo! Where the fuck have you been?! This region's been getting its ass kicked and you just now decide to show up over this silly shit?! Where were you in the three days war!? Fuck if I'm going to respect some shithead who can't be bothered unless it's pushing over a mud hill!'' It grated on him when power and authority was only used on the path or least resistance and danger.

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He sister opening the door to spy him just before he got there caused him to halt in his tracks. Perhaps she had always had such an uncanny ability to pick out minute noises. None the less, it would prevent any chance he had hoped for to sneak up and surprise her. Big brown eyes shot a perplexed glance at Epitaph, who looked just as unnerved.
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''No,'' he answered her question with an obvious lie. ''It's the ghost of christmas past,'' the reference to a classic Galarian novel was given with a clever, if delayed smirk. ''Gastly!'' At least his pokemon liked the poor attempt at a joke. Even without his sibling's offer, he could hear the music coming from behind her cracked door.
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''It's not like ballerina stuff is it? People will think I'm girly if I dance like that.'' Maybe one day he wouldn't care one way or the other, but that day wasn't today. Today his head was still filled with thoughts of a glorious future as some big named Blackadder, the most popular despite being the youngest, and probably the most troublesome of his siblings.

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At the wave, Epitaph almost waved back, before stopping himself. Instead he shot a bird at the boy just to amuse himself. Andy pierced him a disapproving look, but the bird had already left the barrel. His annoyance wasn't long however. After Hideo pointed it out, Andy did note their height difference. He found it odd he had never really paid that much attention before.
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They had always been at least a few paces apart aside from the time where he tackled the kid out of the way of a kamikaze bronzong. Of course Hideo likely hadn't noticed until he got a vague feel of Andy's physical form, as unimpressively short and scrawny as he was. Although much could change in the two years it would take his guest to catch up with him in age.
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''Yeah, you'll probably end up taller than I am eventually.'' There was only a hint of dejection in his tone until he mumbled in addition, ''everyone else does.'' Hideo's curiosity led him further from the present however. While it was up to any individual to put time into learning any talent they wished, everyone began somewhere.
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''My sister got me started when I was just a kid,'' he explained as if he wasn't still a kid. ''I went my own way with what I liked to do eventually, but she hammered the basics into me.'' Thinking back, he wondered if he should write or call or something. Nah, came the thought after only a couple of moments of consideration.
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''Hit it, Taph.'' With his command the gengar tapped a button the radio and a classic melody began to play. ''Okay, just move your feet from side to side. One foot, then follow with the other. Since you're obviously going to be leading whatever girl you're with, I'll follow your lead.'' In the back of mind, Andy wondered just what Hideo might be like in a decade.
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Probably a lady killer, he surmised. With my help, of course.

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