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The thing about acquiring more and more pokemon was that more and more needed training. And he had to be the one training them. Hence the title 'trainer.' Thankfully Mt. Pyre provided plenty of treacherous environs for a pokemon to cut their teeth on. It would have been far more dangerous for him if he didn't have an army of ghost pokemon surrounding his little cabin.
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Epitaph would have to remain behind at camp, and it felt weird to travel without him. Although there had been such times in the past. His boarding school did not allow pokemon within its halls. Such days were hard for more reasons than those. Alas, maturing as he was, Andy could do without his companion for the sake of advancement of his goals on occasion.
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And so, he picked four at random and made off into towards Mt. Pyre proper with its steep rocky fields and graves. It wasn't hard for him to pick a fight with something. While he considering taking along a few pokeballs, he barely had time for all the pokemon he had. Still, he might venture back later to further fill his ranks.
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A sturdy long branch replacing his cane, he slogged through the underbrush towards his destination.
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Ah, the desert. He had committed a war crime the last time he was here. Thankfully sadly there was no more megalopolans here. The spirtombs were an interesting sight, and even if he had one of his own, Andy still found them intriguing. Like most encounters, gengar used a hypnosis after a confirming nod from his trainer. A basic effort? Perhaps, but he wasn't willing to stick around to fight it out.
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It was burning up out here.
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''Smashed its head like a melon,'' came the elaboration in response to the first query. There wasn't any remorse in his voice. There wasn't any within his heart either. It was still odd that Wrynn was being so considerate. ''We're still friends, I think. He spent most of the day torturing me.'' A serious charge, although his tone didn't match it.
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Rowan elaborated on his own love interest. It was still something to him that neither seemed all that surprised that both were into fellow males. Perhaps they had been two frustrated bitches all along. His mind dug through all that had transpired since stepping off the boat and the name didn't jump out at him. Then again, a lot had occured over the months he had been here.
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''Can't say as it rings a bell for me. Maybe saw him at Mauville?'' Despite the questioning tone, no answer was expected. The fellow Galarian had not been at Mauville obviously. Only his right shoulder shrugged and a wince followed. He was still to broken for such simple things. ''I try to avoid the spotlight. Dunno how I keep fucking it up. But I don't run in the same circles. Is he going to take you back to Sinnoh?''

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''Oh yeah.'' His face seemed to light up when Hideo mentioned the dance lessons. They had slipped his mind. Of course his features darkened but a moment later. It wasn't likely they would ever be able to continue those. It was often said that you didn't know what you had until you lost it, and Andy felt as if he was becoming exhausted with such realizations. Bitterness still seemed to nag at Aaron as well.
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''I honestly don't remember what I first said to Hideo.'' He shrugged. Meanwhile with the blond ignoring it, and the intensity of the conversation providing further distraction, the espurr took the opportunity to covertly covet some of the boy's serving into its mouth. ''If any dumbass so much as made move and ignored my warnings, there wouldn't be time for a spanking.''
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His bowl was sat aside on the desk, the spoon clanking against the porcelain.
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''I don't know why you think I make idle fucking threats but you're about to learn a hard lesson if you keep on.'' Thus far their interactions seemed to remind him of his old school days back in Galar locking horns with Rowan Wrynn. Neither knew when to quit, and it typically didn't end until blood was drawn. After him and Wrynn made peace during his hospital stay, he didn't expect an immediate replacement.
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''Well, let me straighten some shit out for you. Picture if you will something you very much enjoy.'' A finger was tapped against the side of his head. ''Go on. I'll wait a few seconds for the neurons to crawl across that smooth cortex of yours.'' Indeed, there was a moment of silence. ''You got it? Good. Now imagine never being able to do that shit again. Physically prevented with some nice intense aches and pains for good measure.''
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''Then imagine you're in your home, and some sphincter clown shows up unannounced, shits on you for it, and then gaslights you as some raving psycho when you get mad while refusing to piss off. And then they just can't-hurr durr,'' a quick stupid face was thrown in for effect, ''figure out why you might be a little bloody miffed.'' Throwing up both hands in an exaggerated shrug, the explanation concluded. ''I'd be confused too if my head was that far up my ass.''

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''Weren't you listening to this lass?'' John Sullivan 's question was answered with another question. His desire was to not be distracted for long. Ruby Walker , Martín del Mar , and chryssa glasgow continued the discussion just over his shoulder. That being said, Chryssa seemed to be stonewalling, deflecting from what she had said earlier.
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Or that's how it looked to him.
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Did she really see anything or is she fucking bonkers? Was he? Then she flipped the script back. While she did not share what her prophesy was, there was mention of a word. And for a moment a shiver fired up his spine only to be disappointed when he didn't hear the one he had suspected. So there were differences?
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Gathering darkness... Or darkness gathering. The thought of the word made him wince. How to reciprocate the kindness without being linked directly to anything? After all, if the League, or the Rockets, or FERNANDO SILPH learned of what he, they all, knew, then any one of the organizations could whisk him away in the dead of night to grill him for his knowledge.
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And none of those people were responsible enough to know in his eyes.
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'''Gathering', eh? I feel like this is some shit that should be looked into. Where can you typically be reached if I find out anything?'' An anonymous letter, or at least anonymous enough to carry a certain degree of plausible deniability would do nicely. He could just mail her the word and set up a drop box for her response, if any.
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There isn't much time for stalling of his own as the meteor shower increasing in proximity and spectacle is starting to draw a lot of attention. Something sounds like it explodes outside. However there's no shattering glass, or hot debris. Dr. Holo started shouting about a mist, and sure enough, it's seeping into the ballroom.
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They needed to get out of here.
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''Hideo, let's blow this popsicl-'' As turned to fetch the boy, he saw only the cloud. ''Bloody hell.'' Turning, a step was almost made before he stopped himself. No, he may as well continue. Holding his breath, as if that would help, he vanished inside the mist and found himself robbed of vision. ''Damn it. I can't see shit in here.'' Now he knew how Hideo Kino felt.
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''Doug! Did you see where Hideo disappeared to?'' Turning to look back, he saw the gym leader smiling back in his direction, seemingly unbothered by the loss of their mutual friend. ''While you look for him, I am going to speak to some of the others here about some serious investigations into the internal workings of the League.''
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Tilting his head to the side slightly, Andy blinked.
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''I know I've brushed off a lot of your complaints, but I finally get what you're saying. If corruption spins out of control, not only is the organization meant to defend us slowly devolving into Rocket, they're also no better. I can't let that happen. It's my duty. I understand.'' Andy stood stone still with his mouth sagging open slightly.
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''R-Right.'' What exactly did this mist do again? Turning, the Galarian limped forwards and found that his leg no longer ached. Taking another step to confirm, and then another, the cane was discarded onto the floor as he continued forward. It wasn't questioned. ''Hideo?'' Came the call again as he glanced around.
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''Unf!'' Stumbling back after bumping into someone, the youth looked up to find FERNANDO SILPH . The man's passive expression remained on his face, but somehow seemed far less severe. ''Blackadder. I am glad I ran into you. I have been considering our last encounter. On review, I could see you were trying to make light of a stressful situation and were frayed from your first combat experience.''
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Andy took a step back.
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''You are too young to see it, but you performed admirably given the circumstances. The League thanks you for your service. While I think your criticisms are crass, I agree the League should really strive to live up to the ideals on which it was founded rather than langushing as a tool of convenience and control. I will encourage the rest of the Council to this end. I understand''
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There was no way. With another step, and then another, the trainer wheeled from the mountainous councilman and charged deeper through the pink world. All he could see was mist and he wanted to get out of it. Somehow the edge, the end, just couldn't be found. It hadn't seemed this dense before. The ballroom could only be so big, but there was nothing within to guide him, nothing to allow him to get his bearings.
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It had all disappeared.
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''Going somewhere?'' Spinning in place to find the source of the voice, his eyes fell upon Katherine Fairburne . Huffing, Blackadder didn't move. This was the last person he wanted to see right now. It wasn't the time for games. ''I see you've got your feet back under you? I'm sure you remember our little bargain, hm?'' No answer came, as he was unsure what was even happening.
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''You know, maybe I wasn't being fair. I heard you talking to that church girl. I know about your little dream with the Azelf. No one will believe you, but I think Giratina and I might be able to help, if you beg him nicely. Maybe there's too many secrets floating about that all to well obscure the coming destruction of everything, me included. As much as they're worthless any other time, perhaps an open trade with other people can keep us all from being blasted into oblivion. I understand.''
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While it was exactly what he desired, this was the last person he wanted to explain about the Darkest Day.
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''Andy?'' A familiar voice called. When he turned to find it and looked back, Fairburne was gone. ''Andy Blackadder.'' Sauntering slowly in its direction, a door loomed out of the mist. Cautiously, as if whatever was on the other side might kill him, he twisted the knob and pushed it aside. ''Edmund Andrew Blackadd- Oh. There you are.'' His apron clad mother turned from where something was sizzling on the stove.
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The room before him was the kitchen in the Blackadder Estate back in Galar. Besides Celia Auclair manning the stove, his older brother and his sister Allison Hawthorne sat at fine wooden table nearby, along with a man obscured by the unfolded issue of Wyndon Today strung between each hand. Could it be...? Each step inside was methodical. Each had a plate of food in front of them, a full breakfast upon each. He could smell the eggs. The chill of the Wyndon morning make him shiver.
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''Arceus Andy, what took you so long? Your breakfast will get cold.'' Celia's hands rested on her hips. ''Man can't start the day proper on a cold breakfast. Liable to spoil the whole rotten time of it.'' He didn't need to see the face. The voice was enough even though he hadn't heard it in years. The steps towards the table were the slowest he had ever taken in his life.
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Celia only watched, his siblings ate at their own servings without notice. No one mentioned his fine evening wear. No one pointed out the brace peaking out on his right leg. Andy had forgotten about them. Tentatively his fingers grasped the back of the chair. The lacquered finish felt as real as anything. Pulling the chair out, he slumped into it. Another glance was cast around the room.
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He couldn't believe it.
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''Don't sit there gawking at my hard work. Eat up.'' But all he could bring himself was stare at it. It looked delicious. It smelled delicious. He couldn't say anything. He couldn't move a muscle. Everything was concentrated on trying to swallow the lump in his throat. ''You know son, I've been talking some things over with your mother.'' The page on the newspaper turned.
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''I know we've always been a, well, a historical minded family, with our pursuits and our studies on the past. Now I know you're into computer programming, Arceus knows why, and you've got your heart set on it. Now I've done some thinking and at the end of the day, a Blackadder branching out into other fields can only enhance our legacy, if you conduct yourself properly.'' The pages tuned again.
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''Please don't waste your talent on simple things like games. You could really bring us back into the spotlight and blindside the other families with something they never thought of. Really, we need you. Galar needs you. Now, don't get upset but Alison tells me you've been spoiling to run off to some disaster crazed region like Kanto or Hoenn to get your name noticed.'' The paper jostled and Andy could feel his eyes on him, yet he could not meet them.
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''Little B, you don't need to get yourself killed around a bunch of foreigners to get noticed. I notice you, and so does your mother, even if we're busy. You can carry the legacy into the future, right here at home. Now that everyone understands each other, why don't you just stay here, with your family?'' Andy buried his face in his hands. It was all wrong. His lip quivered. But it felt too good to let go.
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With a singular sob it all came out and he couldn't hold back, bawling into his hands.
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If anything had been learned from Bullet, his dreepy, it was that there was definitely something going on at the lighthouse that was worth looking into. Something big. While Andy Blackadder had never met Lulu Flint, he was intrigued by what seemed to be a Galarian scientist out in Hoenn. Rowan Wrynn's association with her aside, her work seemed of import.
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And so he had put pokemon on the task of information collection that were more responsible than Bullet had been. Tucked within the shadows of the lab was his own long time companion, Epitaph, while outside, from two angles no less, were Bael and Lillith respectively. Gengars were better suited than most ghost types for sleuthing.
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Surely neither of the humans would mind the cooler temperatures either.
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While the trespassing trio had missed a hell of a show in the two probable Rocket's previous meeting, it didn't seem like their rendezvous today would disappoint in the realm of interesting info. While none were enthused with their task, all took it far more seriously than the last informant. When things got boring, likely when Lulu slept, they would slip away as quietly as they had come.
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DreDreDre! The dreepy amused himself in his own mind as he peaked over the corner of a rafter up in the lighthouse's construction. It was a challenge to keep quiet, but he'd been given specific instructions by Andy Blackadder. Dreepy♪ Dreepy♪ Was he even paying attention?
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He had better pay attention.
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Otherwise his trainer would be mad, and he was scary when he was mad! How long had the pokemon been there? Well, even he wasn't sure... The boy human had funny hair, so he followed him here to see if it would get funnier. As a ghost pokemon, it was easy enough to sneak around, or so he thought. A woman person and the boy thing were looking at... a fancy trashcan or something...?
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Dree. Dreepy...? How long would he have to listen in? Hopefully not forever. This was boring! He wanted to undo the man human male's tied up hair pocket and watch him try to figure out what happened, but then his trainer would get mad...

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''Tch.'' Taking a step back, teeth gritted as the entity disappeared through some convenient trickery. Part of Epitaph's attack was supposed to still the victim. If any creature could simply teleport out in an instant rather than face oblivion, it wouldn't have been a very effective attack in any other instance, now would it?
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Reappearing beside Melody Miro , the monster attacked Ruby Walker in vain. Spears fly wild, but the beast beats a hasty retreat, slipping away into the darkness from which it came. White knuckles crown the top of his cane. Hell was an existence in which your actions meant nothing, living as a ghost only phasing through anything, a torrent of rage that was anything but noticed, much less effective. But the annoyance subsided momentarily.
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It was gone after all...
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''Coward.'' A curse mumbled, sharp as a knife in the sheath. Turning, the cane taps on the floorboards but once. A brief exhale escaped his nostrils. ''Ab-Fab, the lot of you. Superior work as always, Taph. I suppose it was a waste of your powers in the end tho-'' Then the pokemon began to change. At first seemed a bit like the typical end to a mega evolution.
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Though it was a little early for that, wasn't it? Lips parted in disgust as the devolution didn't end merely with the mega form. Both Bael and Lillith hovered back slightly, as if whatever effected their companion might suddenly take root in them as well. Instead of a white gengar, he was left with a white haunter, the coloration a separate curse beyond the purview of present circumstances.
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''Haunter!?'' Odd to hear the cry again after a few years. ''Haunter...'' Clearly the pokemon was the most distressed out of the party. Forcing his lips together, the cane rapped harshly as he closed the distance between the two. His chest heaved. His eyes narrowed.
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''What foul fucking bullshit magic is this!?'' Lillith wandered closer. ''Gengar. Gengar?'' Bael, opposite of her kept his distance but offered a theory of his own. Gengar...'' The boy audibly ground his teeth. ''Haunt. Haunter?''
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None had any real answers for him.
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''If I see that eye-filled shit pile again, I am pulling out each of his eyeballs with my own fucking hands.'' Safety was easily switched to off on the 'bad decisions' portion of his brain. Practical Andy might have suggested evacuating and nuking the site from orbit. It was the only way to be sure. Alas, now he cared nothing about riddles and only for revenge, even if it were the death of him.
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Fate's fool was never a station he had asked to hold, but who chose their destiny? Less and less did he feel his footsteps were where he wished them to fall. To be tugged around at the end of a string like a marionette grated upon him more than anything. High time he tugged at the strings, and if demise was the only way to cut them, to meet his own terms, so be it.
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''Do you hear me you multi-dick socket!?'' Limping around through his trio, he made for the door and the circular room beyond without so much as a thought to any of the others injured. ''Come on,'' he hissed. The ghost types trailed behind as he hobbled through the North door as fast as his irregular gait would carry him.
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His vision was as red as the glow of the corridor. The sand on the floor slowed him, grains fell into his checkered shoes, only compounding his irritation. All three of his lot looked quite uncertain about their trainer's choices, but none protested. Epitaph knew better, the other two just didn't know how what to say to dissuade the begrudged Galarian.
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''In the shadows. I'm not chancing losing anything else to a surprise attack by that cunt.'' The three pokemon exchanges looks before flowing and fading into the darkness cast by the boy's body. The ghost types chilled him, but it was paid just as little mind as anything else. The only thing he cared for was revenge. And so he pressed on.
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As the corridor continued, his rage creased eyes glanced into the various side passages. Each trailed off into the darkness. Where did they go? With an uncaring huff, his body was pressed into a narrow passage well before he found the door, and still out of the sight of the rest of the expedition. It was a tight squeeze, and he was uncertain any adult that potentially trailed behind could follow.
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He advanced alone.
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''Shhh'' A stabbing pain in his leg, had him glance down to see something along the walls had sliced a nice gash into his right thigh. Seeing that it was previously injured, scarred, and broken, he considered it no big loss. The cooling of his ghost's aura eased the burn. He pressed deeper in, determined to crawl right to hell so long as he drew blood in return. Andy's guts were tied into a knot.
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It was just like the desert near Mauville; the incident with the megalopolan would seem a tea party compared to what he had planned for this foe.
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Speaking of losing one's mind, his reflection was interrupted by the slurred speech of Ruby Walker. He looked up at the girl with clear annoyance creasing his face. How had she even gotten so drunk in the first place? The Saint of Slateport didn't strike him as an alcoholic, but then he didn't know her that well either.
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Perhaps she was.
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''Bloody hell. You're absolutely smashed. What the fuck have you been drinking?'' Whether or not an answer came, the unphased answer of chryssa glasgow drew his attention away from her antics for the time being. There was a struggle to keep his face passive as a description was provided.
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Fuck me dead. It does sound like that creepy bastard. It definitely had been real. There was no other way this girl has had dreamed exactly the same thing he had. Or had she? The grasp of destiny settled around him and it was as if he could feel his freedom being squeezed away between its digits.
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Ruby chimed in again. At first it seemed like just more drunken raving, but as she continued on, the grip was getting tighter ever still. Nothing happened by accident around Hoenn. Perhaps he should have bought a ticket the next morning, return to boring old Galar where his destiny would have been boring but his own.
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''Watching from another dimension...'' Another stranger approached with more. Things meddling in his life... Why him? Was it because he was Galarian and had some cursory knowledge of the Darkest Day? Why not have picked someone like Remiel Calcifet? They were already an avatar and certainly up to the task of preparing the region, especially giving his role as ambassador.
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The newcomer thought there was something to Ruby's alcohol fueled madness. There was nothing substantial though. All that was said was that they had business to attend to. How helpful. Andy wondered what the the man's stake in this was. He too seemed knowledgeable, but Chryssa had certainly had a visit.
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''So,'' he said after shaking his head to focus on the mysterious church girl. ''You said something about a prophesy? Nothing ever happens by chance around here.'' The disdain was clear in his tone. ''What was it? Something vague?'' He had to know if she had received the same one he did.

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The distinct lack of vegetables included in the dish pleased him the most. While there were none to be found in his cabin, it couldn't be discounted that Aaron would have fetched some from his camp. It wouldn't have been done out of spite, but Andy would have still seen it that way. Seating arrangements were going to be interesting.
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There was only one chair at a small desk across from the kitchenette area. And that desk was piled with books and papers. Titles indicated everything from computer technology and coding, to ancient history and archaeology. There was a laptop buried under there somewhere. Aside from the toilet, if one counted that as a seat, there were only the two single beds on either side of the window at the back of the cabin.
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Nearly always open, the banette had climbed in some time ago to beg for affection from Hideo. The heatran, massive as it was, merely stared through the selfsame window. He was too big to come inside. The cabin had been infiltrated by a number of Andy's other residents. His white gengar, Epitaph was seated at the foot of the bed, and gave Aaron a glare when he did not receive a bowl.
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''Gengar...'' A dreepy observed from atop the mini-fridge. A mimikyu spied from under the bed Andy sat upon, pretending it was completely invisible. A litwick snoozed on the bedside table to provide a soft light in addition to the electric ones and a cool aura for his trainer to sleep comfortably.
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Accepting his bowl wordlessly, the Galarian inhaled the dish's aroma. Not bad. However he would wait until the blond had a bite first before trying it himself, just in case it was poisoned. When he finally did try it, it admittedly was fairly flavorful. There wasn't as much seasoning as he would like, but dining in the wild like this was ever far from gourmet.
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''Slateport, wasn't it?'' Andy finished gnawing on a mouthful before continuing. ''He was catching pokemon, and I joined in. There was a bloody bronzong that was going to crush him. So I got him out of there.'' Figuring that was a complete enough explanation, he slurped some noodles from his fork. ''Gengar.''
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''Sorry. I guess I should have called it Rocketsville.'' A low blow, but as his anger rose considerations such as conversational sensibilities were one of the first causalities. ''Very funny.'' Came the sarcastic reply to John Sullivan 's pun. At least his feet were on the ground. His leg hurt from all the thrashing.
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Doug's fault obviously.
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''She was here earlier.'' The answer was still sharp, a reflection of his mood. ''She just takes forever to post like usual.'' With the fourth wall broken, andthe 'challenge' of gorging himself on shrimp still on his mind, the next thing the Captain wanted to know was where to find fodder for his gluttony. ''I am sure Taph knows right where the food is.''
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''Gengar.'' Waving the taller boy forward, the white gengar led the way to the food. Little did the West Kantonian know, he was going to have competition with his quest. Epitaph's guiding services didn't come for free. Limping along behind the other trainer, Andy didn't come for shrimp per say.
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Perhaps he thought he would find a chair somewhere. Get off of his leg. The look, the smell of the shrimp made him wrinkle his nose. Hoping to hobble away from the table, a name caught his attention. Who or what was an Azelf? At first nothing was thought of it, but the feminine tone conveniently continued. Halting, his chocolate hues fell on chryssa glasgow .
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''What's that Azelf thing look like?'' That it was delivering prophesies was worthy enough of attention, but he wanted to be sure. She couldn't accurately describe what might have been a dream, right? It hadn't felt like a dream, but Andy prayed that it might well be. How else was he supposed to stop the Darkest Day? Especially in these ignorant foreign lands...
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Ravishing though she was, there was something familiar about her. He had seen her before, but the throb of his mauled limb clouded his mind. The coming of the meteor shower, the main event, belayed any further conversation however. The mystery still echoing in his head, his eyes lifted to pierce the heavens. Was there truly anything there to hear him but gas and dust?
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Wishes were foolish.
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They never came true.
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And yet, he still bowed his head. Closed his eyes, as if in prayer.
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Give me the power to cut the cancer from the heart of this region. Give me the power to make it whole for the coming storm. His eyes cracked open, and he huffed sharply. How stupid. Give me the power to get the hell out of this freakshow region before I lose my mind, came the mockery of himself. Looking back to the shower, well, it was at least a magnificent sight to behold.

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