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POSTED ON Mar 25, 2022 1:39:27 GMT

When she wiped his tears he looked at her again.

Finally, the work took its toll. She looked so wiped out, fighting against fatigue as she officially cristened their girls with their names.

As she leaned back he could see her beginning to relax as her eyes became lidded. He did what he could to send her to rest content and assured.

Carefully cradling Enca he kissed at Cait's cheek before she went under. "You did so good Cai" and the corner of her mouth. "I'm proud of you." With his free hand he tucked her jungle-colored curls behind an ear.

Taking a seat he carefully outstretched his open arm to Hypno to give him Primrose.

She didn't just share her mother's look but her disposition as well; she'd already fallen asleep. Enca wasn't far behind as she let out a tiny yawn. "Whose gonna be Daddy's little girl?" The redheaded newborn didn't pay him much mind, the sound of his voice more comforting than anything.

All the time he spent talking at Cait's belly-level paid off.

Kissing Prim's nose too softly to wake her he wondered if she would have her mother's iris' as well. "Whose gonna get the benefit of the doubt because she looks like Mommy?" He managed to push his pinky against her palm, her baby fingers wrapping around it.

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POSTED ON Mar 23, 2022 14:06:51 GMT

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He was right about Palkia and Dialga. Even the Giratina references made sense. It was the Arceus stuff that went over his head.

Something about looking through a pane.

He should have brushed up on his Sinnoh legends. Adrian Malcolm owed him many a favor for helping himself to one of the two unown he had. A history lesson was a small-ticket item to put on that tab.

At the next challenge they were tasked to land a hit on an airborne aerodactyl. It reminded him of how badly he wanted to challenge Alexei Ivanov 's gym.

In the meantime to pass this challenge they needed to clip this fossil's wings.

Application of GRAVITY used to be Shuriken's job.

Of course, Shuriken wasn't around anymore but there was still work to be done. If one of his Kantonian water-types wasn't of the living anymore he'd sub with a Water-type he'd had since Kanto.

⁽⁾

Kiri was his first pokémon; a fossil his mother gave him as a boy. She even saved his life once after he'd blacked out swimming him to safety. It was in the backstory.

There wasn't much of a place for a tirtouga on the cabin so she didn't come out of her ball much. She liked it in there. Sénon likened it to the pokéball being like a second shell, or like her being fossilized again.

Either way, he flipped her over with the tip of his boot the moment she formed on the floor. If on her back Kiri retracted into her shell. Effectively this hid her on the off-chance Cait could actually recognize the turtle.

Hoisting her over his shoulder like a rocket launcher he pointed her at the flying fossil and on command she fired a rock to SMACK DOWN the kantonian fossil.

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● notes: Coprophobia; Player 2 online!

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POSTED ON Mar 23, 2022 2:07:15 GMT

He'd heard Cait's cries before.

In the throws of passion. When she injured herself. After any emotional catalyst during her pregnancy.

None of it was like this.

He thought he'd done a good job hiding his worried state but he should have known Cait would notice. By now, no one knew him better.

He couldn't tell what was effort and what was agony. The only thing that kept him from active panic was that the doctor seemed calm giving the moment some sense of success.

He gave her his hand; something to hold onto as she did her work. It turned his stomach to sit by while she suffered even if it was for something beautiful.

He tempered himself with the reminder that she was doing this for them. It was her offering to their families' union and if the price was pain and blood she would pay it. She was paying it.

With his free hand he squeezed the excess cold water from a hand towel before patting down Cait's face to cool her and wipe the sweat.

He didn't dare look at the actual birthing behind the curtains, but even when he heard the cries for the first time it wasn't real.

When it was time to hold her, time seemed to slow down. For the rest of his life, he would remember washing his hands for 45 minutes before he finally had them sterile and newborn-safe.

It wasn't until she was in his arms and cait pulled off her cap that it became real and the gameface he'd thought he'd had, came completely undone.

It twisted his face like sucking a lemon. His brows furrowed so hard and the lines in his face became so pronounced the expression might have been mistaken for anger if not for his eyes welling almost instantaneously.

Had he really been the catalyst for something so faultless,

-so pure?

He looked at the hair on her crown, identical to his own down to the shade. She had the hair of her father; her grandmother's alolan texture and grandfather's kantonian color. A lighter shade than her aunt's.

He stared at her so closely the first tear hit her cheek, making her to squirm from the sensation.

As much as he tried to fight it off, stuff it down, that thick painful slab in his throat wouldn't go away.

"Cait" He tried to speak without his voice cracking. "I can't see." Moist fuzzy vision aside, he didn't want to let her go.

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POSTED ON Mar 21, 2022 3:08:16 GMT

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The () Heavy Duty Boots wouldn't do much good against a WILL-O-WISP. His slight-of-hand made it seem as though the pokéball he threw came out of nowhere.

As the Head Ranger or the Vigilante, Sénon Game always kept one in the chamber. If it wasn't the ditto, gyarados, riolu, croagunk, or alakazam it was probably a fire-type.

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With a precise kick, the galarian pokémon dispelled the incoming fire attack, crossing its arms in the aftermath of its success.

Briefly taking his eyes off the magby Crimsen's eyes from behind his helmet shot to side-eye Cait at the mention of Stormy.

Coming to the center of the flooring he read the inscription and once again felt his obsession with space-god being pulled at.

With his phone (in a different case than the one Cait knew her partner to use) he took a picture of the word-puzzle.

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POSTED ON Mar 19, 2022 21:23:52 GMT

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When the man in the suit approached the vigilante saw his way out. Whatever this was, he could beat it or win it; a gamble worth taking. Especially with Cait at his back.

She jabbed at him with a diss by mentioning the Pokkenger the most famous and as far as Crimsen knew, the original, vigilante of Hoenn.

Without missing a beat in the natural rhythm he had with Cait, he responded appropriately. "Who?"

Waving over a person with a clipboard he 'signed' up, reinforcing the strokes on his his written name until it satisfied his vigilante sense of flair.

It was simple; join a team with Cait for whatever this was; he could co-op annoy and protect her all at the same time.

In doing this, he could also get the other guy to fuck off. Lest he be a third wheel. Two birds, one stone.
Taking the () Heavy Duty Boots he turned to face their host still waiting for a name. "I've got the name." He turned back to face the Phantom whose name he didn't yet know. "Coprophobia, as in; stay out of my shit." It wasn't a threat but, he'd already tried to put the man through a window for saying "Hi.".

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POSTED ON Mar 19, 2022 19:30:35 GMT

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That's what happened when you tried to power play, you got finessed. The proper leverage could always turn the greatest strength back on itself.

So Crimsen went through the grass too, quite begrudgingly.

Granted, this wasn't the first time he'd been thrown through a glass pane. It wasn't even the first time he'd thrown himself through a glass pane.

He landed, rolled and rose swiftly enough. The pain in his back only fired him up. The other guy was up too. Great.

Clearly Crimsen was being the aggressor, but he didn't take office calls and he didn't do random approaches. That was his day job, and it might have been daytime but this wasn't his dayjob. It was was just the back-end of a double-shift.

At 196cm it was annoying this guy was equally tall. He was leaner too, but that meant Crimsen was stronger.

-or so he was willing to find out as he put his fists up.

"what in the world is going on?"

The sound muddled and quenched his red hot focus like a hot knife in a jar of honey. No one could hear it but his brain sizzled from the mental whiplash.

What the fuck. If Cait was here where were his hatchlings?

Pyroar Papa or Talonflame Father, either way he was no good to the girls if he dropped dead from snap-anxiety.

In the moments it took to breathe he remembered, it was GrandMonday; Enca was with his mother and Prim was with Cait's. He only just managed to keep from clutching at his heart. Back to business.

He approached Cait with his arms locked at the wrists and behind his back. A gesture that seemingly kept her psychic type from attacking him immediately.

He even leaned down a bit to bring their heads together. "OOOOOOh. A celebrity." He started off playful. "Check you out; Snapback Queen." If he wasn't in-character he might have reached for the fringes of her dress.

He dropped octaves soon enough. "Shouldn't you be somewhere, with your own little monsters?" He looked over to her hypno; it wasn't 'Hypno'. So it probably didn't recognize him, any attempt to read its mind for an identity would be met with rampant thoughts of how exposing its mistress' mate's secret was beyond its paygrade.

He dominated his own mental space with an absolute truth; Cait was hypno's leader and he was Cait's leader. Effectively, he was offering an elevation of respect in the family/pack hierarchy in exchange for the young one staying in its place and out of the human affairs of its trainer and her partner.

In the event it didn't probe for his identity he was effectively just reminding himself of how "in-charge" he was.

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POSTED ON Mar 19, 2022 11:31:22 GMT

"My guess would be some kind of ghost or psychic type." Hoff was probably thinking the same thing he was; the markings while grand in scale, were too precise and clean to be the work of natural occurrences.

They were manufacured in some capacity but outside of which application of Psychic or Ghost/hex power could do this, the bigger question was 'Why'.

"Pokémon don't really do this kind of thing without a reason though." So if he had to order Tsukuyomi to make some creepy ass symbols in the corn stalks, what point would it serve? "You got any flyers Hoffman? Take some wings and get a real time view from up top." If he'd studied the recon photo's to compare from, taking another view on-site could open up some leads or some points of interest.

If there were any leads to find in the first place.

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POSTED ON Mar 18, 2022 21:06:43 GMT

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This is why vigilantes did their thing at night; witnesses and meddlers.

Only the stupid and the skilled bothered moving around in the day and now, because he'd been approached, the day was telling him which category he fit in.

The pot was looking for something to call black if Crimsen was pressed about meddlers. But, in this way at least he wasn't concerned about being a hypocrite. "If you wanted to get close to me..." The voice modulator hid his identity, not the amount of effort he was having to put in to keep this guy at bay.

"You should have brought chocolate!" He pushed on the stranger, grabbing at the waist of their pants he lifted with all his might.

There was a glass window pane just behind him and he was going to throw this bastard right through it.

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POSTED ON Mar 18, 2022 21:05:40 GMT

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It was a lucky break he got the emergency message out doing actual Ranger work rather than his dirt keeping up Crimsen's street appearances.

Tsukuyomi had just gone to sleep. Being evolved from an Abra that meant he'd be useless for at least fifteen minutes.

He could have sat and waited the fifteen minutes with discipline and tact, like he'd been trained to.

How long had it been since he'd actually meditated?

His mind went back to that sauna incident with FERNANDO SILPH . That was two trimesters ago, it wasn't a good sign he wasn't taking the time to center his mind anymore.

His instincts, impulses wouldn't let him sit still these days. Today was a particularly superheated fire under his ass.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime emergency.

It took TAILWIND seven times over to hit the speed he felt appropriate. He had to increase the surface area of his body to Hiei's back to keep from falling off the high speed flight.

Waiting to teleport would have been a few minutes faster but everything inside him screamed at him to get there now.

It sounded like a fighter jet passing high over head as the Salamence didn't bother stop so as to get the redhead where he needed to be that much faster.

He was fearless as he jumped from the back of his flyer.

Pidgeot willed from her pokéball slowed his fall as held onto her legs, using her as a para-glider. Her tiny wings making a GUST in their descent.

Skydiving without a 'chute wasn't as nerve-wracking as the moment he hit the ground. Apprehensive of what was waiting for him in the cabin.

But someone needed him, Cait, of all people, needed him. More than Cait, two more. So he ran on all the same.

He was anxious and afraid; he was haywire on legs.

When he crossed the threshold of their home, when he entered their birthing space, he left what plagued him at the door.

-and put on his gameface.

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SPACE-TIME DISTORTION #4

POSTED ON Mar 18, 2022 6:44:46 GMT

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It was embarrassing to admit he'd missed the last three of these things. Shame on him as Head Ranger.

Through happenstance, bad timing and low spirits he was only just now making the trek in time to find one of these distortions before it closed. Lucky for him hoenn's fire mountain wasn't too far from it's memorial mountain.

With his fireteam in tow he made a teleporting transition to the location in question.

Upon arrival though, Mt. Pyre was a mess as trainers went about their interactions with the persisting subspaces.

Sénon himself having grown a layer of caution concerning all things dimensional after his else-world misadventure and the resulting crack in his skull.

Even approaching the dimensional shift caused the Head Ranger to stop short in his tracks.

A bolder trainer or two, seemingly those who had dealt with these space-rifts before, waded ahead while Sénon hung back.

He let his pokémon move in closer to the rift to satisfy their curiosity fighting the anxiety that came when some of them fully entered the space.

no sooner than they stepped in would a debilitating light begin to emit from one of them; Quilava.

()

It served him right; a mass majority of his pokémon were a mere sneeze away from evolution with the Head Ranger having to constantly break their pending evolution.

This time, it was too much, too fast.

As Sénon threw his hands up to protect his eyes from the light, Heatran moved on guard to protect the Red(Headed) Ranger.

Through his fingers he could see the profile of Quilava expanding.

When it was all said and done, the others were just as shocked as Sénon himself was.

Quilava evolved into Hisuian Typlosion!

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POSTED ON Mar 18, 2022 4:27:46 GMT

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"Then there's no need to complicate things."

If the timing behind all of this was right Boruta would be able to work his way to the top and establish himself before most of the new Captains-to-be.

If things fell into place with the former-Mrs. Maher he could request for a transfer and whoever was running Fallabor at the time would likely cave to the pressure of yielding for a more established Ranger looking to be back with his household all in one place.

"Rustboro is an important city, bigger than most in Hoenn of course." Not to mention outside of its scale and population it had other potential challenges of note. "On occasion their pokémon labs might need you in the middle of the night." It had been a few months since that Aerodactyl incident.

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POSTED ON Mar 18, 2022 4:11:06 GMT

Ugh. The knot formed in his stomach, he crossed his arms tighter he even did that thing where he exhaled through his nostrils so audibly she had to know she was getting on his nerves.

How many times had she heard him exhale that way when someone was really getting under his skin?

Historically speaking Sénon loved a good roast, he never took himself that seriously.

Most of his moments getting out of pocket and losing his shit were over other people he loved. Arceus knows he took and gave out plenty of beatings over Sagira.

Anyone who managed to pour the cold water of reality onto their sunny days. Anyone who dared remind her of who she wasn't and what she didn't have. He made them all swallow their teeth, even if he lost a couple in the process.

It was probably wrong of him to use his Head Ranger voice on her. "IT DOESN'T MATTER." His tone implied an authority over her he longer had. -like it fucking mattered.

The moment she mentioned Team Rocket he wanted her off it. He was supposed to be feeling strange, if memory served he'd never had a fight with Sagira before.

"I'm not burying you, so come the fuck off it." He made an implication he didn't mean to. "Going after them with a badge is a waste of your life."

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POSTED ON Mar 17, 2022 9:00:56 GMT

He closed his eyes for a moment, making a fresh whiteboard in his mind.

As Locke went on, Sénon added pieces to the board.

The lake trio, the charms, the other trainers involved.

When the part about soon not being able to remember these circumstances came up the Head Ranger's eyes snapped open. That was a detail worth saving behind the forehead.

Not much he could do about it but worth remembering.

How does one go about remembering that they'll be made to not remember something else? The concepts at play reminded him of that old black and white sci-fi show his mother used to watch.

He closed his eyes again even at the mention of the, Darkest Day, was it? "The Galarian thing?" Vaguely, in the back of his mind he tried to recall the details of his bedtime stories from murky memories, long moved on from.

There was some solution his brain was torquing and ratcheting around with. He just needed to focus a little deeper.

a charm mysteriously tied to mesprit; a symbol embroidered on its surface

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POSTED ON Mar 16, 2022 8:10:39 GMT

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POSTED ON Mar 13, 2022 22:57:54 GMT

"Oh." Team Rocket. The plot thinned.

His face twisted to some mix of skepticism and indifference.

"Leave it alone, Sagira." He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "Vengeance isn't something you should be balancing against being a parent." It didn't matter what her reasoning was, it didn't matter that Sénon was a month away from being guilty of the same thing.

Hypocrite or not, his instinct was to keep Sagira from stepping in his footprints if not the helmet, even unknowingly.

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