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''It's some kinda synthetic pokemon. I didn't ask too many questions. Doug ended up catching it I think. Dunno if I would want one of the bloody things. Killed its last trainer as I understand.'' There was a blink and a spot of stunned silence as Rowan thanked him. What was the world coming to? ''No sweat.'' Still, he didn't let it go unanswered.
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''Tch.'' What a shift in topics. It was unexpected. Part of him was suspected the old Rowan lurking deep beneath the surface to slam him when the inevitable truth came out. ''Not much luck on that front, I'm afraid. I thought something might be going on with...'' Was it good to name him, such a now high profile figure?
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Probably not.
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''Someone. But we had some... Shit.'' How to explain the situation? ''Differences of opinion, or methodology. Or something.'' Eyes were cast towards the sheets. ''Back after the Three Days War, we were cleaning out some megalopolan stragglers in the desert. I killed one of them and he got upset with me.'' It was odd that it was still a touchy subject.
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''Who did you lock in your basement, anyway?''

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''If anyone has the balls to make it to the top, it's you Hideo.'' The Galarian thought the boy would make a fine champion. He had yet to become as jaded as he, yet neither had John Sullivan. The more the two kept climbing the ranks, the less Andy would consider vastly altering the region through violence.
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''WUAHHH!'' Speaking of violence, as the zarude flicked at the rotomdex its flight was slowed suddenly as the hidden Epitaph shimmered slightly into existence around his trainer. Poltergeist halted Buzzer's velocity. The ground darkened to a light killing dark around the little group. The wispy arms of the cofagrigus and runerigus disappeared into the shadows.
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Shadow claws grew up to wrap around the pokemon and hold it in place.
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''Careful black mankey. My ghosts are already on edge and there's not a whole pack of you to keep your shit from getting slapped this time. Choose your battles wisely.'' As stubborn and haughty as if he were a member of the creation trio himself, chocolate hues bored into the primate's red ones for a silent moment. This was his camp and the only foolishness he would suffer here was his own.
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''Let it loose boys.'' Both the rigus' let out disapproving spooky hisses, but they listened. The claws sunk into the cold black puddle on the ground before retreating towards the pokemon, where they disappeared. Aaron mentioned he needed to go collect ingredients before he started, so his gaze shifted to Hideo. Hopefully his feathers hadn't been rustled by him scolding his pokemon.
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''Why don't we wait inside for Chef Blondie to get what he needs?''

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Very little of it was visible, tucked high into the shadows inside the tree, half materialized from the wood at that. 'Eyes on anyone in the tree.' Those were his instructions. Along with 'keep your ears open.' But Monocle was afraid to get any closer than this to hear better, not that he would ever admit as much to the rest of his trainer's brood.
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Dwuahh... He thought to himself. Ghost types were great for sleuthing, and he had of course done it before for his own amusement or survival. Never would he have considered himself an outright spy however. Dahhh...? An idea entertained only briefly. The most important part of his orders were recalled. 'Don't get caught.'
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So he would stay put and try to focus. These two he didn't recognize from the people his trainer typically had around, so doubtless these were some humans that would interest him, especially since they were inside the tree. Part of him wondered how long these little escapades would continue until the boy was satisfied...

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John Sullivan seemed to be all about the suggestion. Oddly enough, Andy was not a seafood aficionado. Krabbies not withstanding, shrimp had that poop chute running down their back and he was not about that. At all. Bottom feeders aside, the Galarian gawked at Doug as he manhandled Chu-e Choi and Eris Halla from the ground.
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Then he came towards him.
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''Sullivan, don't you fu-'' But it was too late. Ki didn't seem to mind at all. If his mind wasn't clouded by anger, Andy would have suggested the Captain ate megalopolan brains to answer the man's question. ''Unhand me, you Kantonian savage!'' The squirming was minimal however. Thrashing about didn't make his leg hurt less.
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''Help me you haunted jizz droplet.'' The demand fell on deaf ears however, as Epitaph only trailed behind cackling at the sight. ''What?'' The offer from Chu-e Choi for treats he had stolen threw him off his argumentative balance. ''This isn't the time for junk food, goddammit!'' The reprieve from his gripes proved brief.
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''Hideo!'' The other boy was heard before he was seen. ''Get me out of here. Doug's being a dickbag!''

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More of their little organization, no pun intended, began to arrive. Cardamom Bliss made an appearance. While Hideo Kino seemed distracted for a moment by Melody Miro , the also recently arrived Eris Halla seemed to think it was odd the lot of them kept meeting up by coincidence. Was anything a coincidence anymore? Even Hideo didn't seem to think so.
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''We can't escape our fates,'' he said in agreement with the younger trainer, but there was a notable edge to his syllables, spoken as if it were a truth he hated. Kaida Adachi pulls his thoughts from such frustrations by offering her protection. While otherwise admirable, Andy could not help but wonder if she was paying attention to their words.
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If fate decreed they died, they died.
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Rather than argue, a distinct voice reaching the Galarian's ears has him swivel his head to see Katherine Fairburne . A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as the wonder passed through his mind if she was returning to the scene of the crime. Did her god want something here? A possibility, but if the youth had to guess, she was here for another slab above all else.
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Bill Anderson references his earlier surly words, a curse was meant to teach a lesson. Hideo even agreed, but Andy replied with something akin to a glower. It wasn't for the DILF. It was for the lesson. The whole region had yet to learn a lesson and thus it would remain cursed. Who had the answer? Perhaps it was he, and the Tree of Life.
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Perhaps he was a self-important fool.
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The Father mentioned that someone was always watching, and the boy had to agree. He just had to wonder how much a deranged psychopath whatever entity really was. Hell, perhaps it really was Giratina pulling the strings at the rate things were going. Averting his chocolate hues for something less heady, Rowan Wrynn and Adrian Malcolm were spotted.
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That must be his fellow. They had probably come for mysteries, or bonding, or both. What a pity it would be if one of them died. How much had things truly changed for him to consider Rowan Wrynn dying a pitiful occurrence? As the lot descended, he wondered how much more would change just by the end of the day.
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The subterranean chamber was gorgeous, yet ominous. His cane thudding against the creaky floorboards echoed off the adorned walls. The crash of John Sullivan taking a tumble drew his attention and his chuckle. It felt good to have a laugh again. His gengars joined it. Maybe even the scroll hadn't gotten there by accident. Gengar's were a prankster pokemon after all.
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While the offer to help right the Captain crossed his mind, his fingers around the tip of his cane quickly reminded him he wasn't stable enough for such charities. Sobered, his gaze poured over the tomes and papers littering the room. If there had been more time, he might have liked to have a look at these in the hopes something might be contained about his vision. Alas...
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''Darkness.'' Came the whispered answer to chryssa glasgow 's proclamation. The word still sent a shiver up his spine. Continuing, ill advised as it was, his broken gait halted as eyes peered from the darkness. A trainer of ghost pokemon, this was not an unfamiliar sight to the boy. Kaida Adachi shouted that it was a monster. Even if unwise, he was not afraid.
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''Gengar! Epitaph warned as the creature flexed threateningly, Lillith plucked the lame boy back away from the lasers and the flames with poltergeist. While his white gengar retreated, hovering backwards, and Hideo Kino graciously attempted to reflect the ominous light away from him, the unknown threat's power still penetrated their efforts to tear at the wincing gengar.
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Perhaps his cursed body would prevent such an attack from being seen again.
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Tumbling across the floor, the Blackadder boy collected himself staggering to his feet betwixt Bael and Lillith. However, he's close enough to chryssa glasgow 's meowstic that he could read the title of her pilfered book. Even with all the present danger, with all that had transpired, he wondered if he too had become a hollowed man? Was all that within him replaced by a string of fate for him to be puppeteered into a future in which he had no control?
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Clambering to his feet, it seemed as if reality around the lost souls warped and flexed into a plane of confusion and horror. It paled in comparison to being buried alive. Up until then, Andy had always thought himself immortal. Now that that had passed however, he was certain. Only fate could bring death, damn it all.
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Eris Halla wilting under the monster's assault was proof enough. Was she not important enough? Was he? Hand cramming into his pocket, he sought his trinket there. This was getting out of hand and it, like the coming darkness, was a storm that needed to be quelled. Maybe it had been a test all along. Damn whoever was watching for giving him no choice but to go along with it.
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''Bitch. You're gonna learn, Blackadders don't burn!'' kyle lopez would have little need for taunt here. Cane was brandished at Bael, ''Still this cunt!'' The morphing shadows bent to the gengar's will, his arms disappearing into transparency as shadow claws quickly crept to grasp at the creature. Megastone in hand, Epitaph billowed into a frightening wispy specter that encapsulated his trainer and co.
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''Dinner time!'' The seemingly empty mouth parted, and a dark tongue lashed out from non-existence to attempt to ensnare the threat and further paralyze it in tandem with Bael. Snatching the mysterious entity towards it with force, if Epitaph managed to consume it within his malicious maw, it would be spat out, drenched in an ectoplasm that would cause it to detonate in a ghostly explosion of chill as it slammed into the far wall.
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Despite the encouragement, there wasn't much further approach on his own part. Recalling his incident when Hideo Kino had been reduced to tears, it seemed like Chu-e Choi had the situation under control. As much as there was the desire to help, as much as there was the typical disregard for boundaries, Andy did not see fit to intrude here.
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Perhaps the girl had never seen a man stabbed before. Granted, it was something he had not witnessed prior to tonight himself. At this point it seemed he was too jaded to be bothered by a couple of cuts. It would likely take a full on disembowelment to really give him pause. But then there were only a few in his book deserving of such a thing.
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''You'd be doing all the work, Hoon. Have you seen this man's six pack? A girl and a gimp aren't going to be too much bloody help.'' Not that he wouldn't expect John Sullivan to go along with it for Eris Halla's sake. The gym leader could shake off the three of him of he wanted too however, at least by Andy's approximation. Who knew if Eris would even be receptive?

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Clean up duty was not something the Galarian blue blood would typically volunteer for, especially since in this instance he wasn't the one that had made the mess. With all that had transpired recently, the church that had been annihilated seemed like it might be worth a visit. Plenty of mourners visited the graves of those long passed for answers.
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Perhaps he too would find some at this one.
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The results of the explosion were much more complete in their destruction than the simple shrine fire he had dealt with alongside Billi Marsh some time ago. There were plenty of familiar faces, some of whom had been present at this very spot when the church was still standing. Why did they come? Did they too have peculiar visits and strange visions?
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Nothing in this region happened by accident... and that was really starting to annoy him.
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Poltergeist shuffled rubble around him and his trio of gengars, the white one being his trademark. One sucker punched a section of still connected bricks into powder as the trainer observed. Hobbled as he was, there wasn't going to be much physical labor offered on his part. Epitaph's chewing tore his focus way from the events unfolding.
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''What are you eating?'' The white ghost type chewed faster. ''What's in your mouth,'' he hissed, brandishing his cane at his unique companion. Grin parting, a shiny stone glistened on his tongue. Andy's frown only deepened. ''Don't eat that shithead.'' Snatching the odd treat, it was crammed within a pocket. When an unfamiliar man (Cillian Quinn ) uncovered something, he limped over.
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''Of course something would turn up,'' he responded Hideo Kino . He had come expecting something and was still mad when it occurred. ''Nothing can ever just happen normally around this cursed ass region. We might as bloody well dive right the fuck on in. It wouldn't have been found otherwise.'' His gengars ceased their spooky labor to focus their attention on the passageway.
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The chamber, forged with secret power, was mostly shrouded in gloom. Warm orange hues cast from an electric space heater touched a few of the closest surfaces, providing a cozy glow. As high as they were up, a natural chill crept through Andy Blackadder . The cold bit at the metal in his right leg. Clad in warm relaxation clothes, and draped in blanket, he huddled in a chair by the heater.
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The eyes of a few ghost type pokemon peered from the shadows when they caught the dim light just right before disappearing into the darkness once more. Darkness. There was that word again. His brown eyes bored into the glowing coils, the heat washing over his body not nearly comforting enough to distract from his disturbed thoughts.
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The Darkest Day nearly destroyed my region. With all this other shit going on, what chance does Hoenn really stand? Shimmering blue hues flittering to life first, a froslass appeared from murk behind them bearing a tray between both of her hands. Gliding to a stop beside her trainer, it was offered to the boy. Upon it were several medicine bottles, and steaming cup of tea.
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So many cunts here are just fucking stupid. An exasperated exhale flared his nostrils. The froslass only lifted the tray a smidgen higher, thinking her trainer was attempting to shoo her away. Maybe we really will all die. His right hand emerged from the blanket to grasp a bottle, the capsules inside rattling against the plastic.
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Opening the top, two were dumped into a free hand that joined the other in the light. Tossing them into his mouth in a quick, frustrated motion, the tea was lifted from the tray. The cup was held close enough for him to smell the leafy aroma. Finally the hot liquid was slurped obnoxiously into his mouth followed by a hard, audible gulp.
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There was plenty of medicine that was hard to swallow today.
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While it couldn't be known what went through the older boy's head, Andy imagined that his fate would have involved being locked in a mansion with the family Elder's deciding his every move. One might think that being a wealthy blueblood didn't leave room for many complaints, but suffering was a cornerstone of existence.
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Even money couldn't cure the pain of the human condition, just distract from it.
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''Something strange? In Hoenn? No way.'' Came the playful jeer. None the less when Rowan produced a sketch scrawled upon a napkin, his chocolate hues were alight with intrigue. Surveying the crude outline, the request was taken seriously enough. At first glance it did seem somewhat familiar and the injured Blackadder grasped it with his good hand for a closer look.
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''This...'' A frown appeared. ''It sorta looked Frankie for a minute.'' A realization struck him that Rowan was likely ignorant of who that was. ''That's the Type:Null that fucked me up.'' A quick glance was shot at the other Galarian before dropping back to the drawing. ''It doesn't have the head wing or stupid front feet though.'' The napkin was offered back.
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''Sorry, mate. I'll keep an eye out though. Who knows, I may bump into it. Around here Arceus could drop out of the sky right in front of us and I wouldn't bat an eyelash.''

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If asked about his choice of camp location, and the fine soil one which it sat, the boy probably would have claimed it was all part of his plan. A decision made from his expertise. The truth differed somewhat of course. While Hideo covered why a disguise of his person or purpose wasn't needed, the Galarian only observed, narrow eyed.
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This ground had already been tread, but the other boy needed to be brought up to speed. Buzzer on the other hand only wanted to survey the zarude. It hovered back a bit when informed that Hideo's own rotomdex had been attacked by the pokemon. Still, the curious sentient item was enthused enough to latch onto the tentative endorsement.
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''Oh thank you, trainer Kino!'' It flicked towards Andy for the face in the screen to briefly stick its tongue out. It then sat low, a surveying light pouring over the zarude in every angle that it could. Aaron must have been famished to offer dinner after all that had transpired. Part of him didn't trust the blond to not try something suspect.
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On the other hand, there were few places in the camp the boy could go where he wouldn't be supervised.
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''The cabin has a kitchenette. Unless you got something in your back pocket, choices are going to be limited to my tastes.'' The Galarian was not the best cook in the world. So most of the items in the mini-freezer/refrigerator combination were instant or very simple, and almost exclusively comprised of sweets or meat. ''Don't try anything funny, and don't do anything stupid.''

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