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Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
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Ex-Head Ranger
you gotta use what you've learned in order to receive what you've earned
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Sénon Game
AN AQUA ASSEMBLY PT. 2
POSTED ON Jan 26, 2022 6:41:21 GMT
A frustrated fist discreetly crushed the palm of Sénon's opposing hand with an audible 'CLAP'. Gan's glory cut short by some limitation the ranger didn't understand.
A full transformation faltering to a single misting pipe.
Maybe Gan was just finally starting to show 'his' age, it certainly wasn't 1999 anymore.
A pipe couldn't protect as well as a full on pokémon that pipe came from, and a god's volt shot up the ranger's leg, dampened as it might have been. His legs wobbled in the wake of the shock putting him on his ass.
Between that, the failed transformation, the lost waterball, the head injury, and the 'tokenized' gesture of not taking the last spot on that other canoe back then; each was another pebble in his boot and they weren't done with this run by a mile.
He grated his teeth just long enough for the floors to slip out from under him before he could make his next move.
Other things happened, King Blonde letting his top down, for instance. And whatever was going on on the wrist of MATIAS SILPH .
Thoughts for later, survival for now.
With John Sullivan 's gravity suspension at play, Sénon could feel his own insistence on team-charity slipping away in the face of these gifted trainers.
Trying to help them he only seemed to get himself hurt and self-destruction was for when the helmet was on.
Snapping back to the free-fall he piled on more things to ignore; a fucking third sighting of Kyogre, a flooded Hoenn and the painful pangs in his chest of "Where muh Cait at?" at the sign of where Fortree was supposed to be.
Even the itching suspicion he had a water-clone somewhere lurking about this world, IGNORED.
A carefully placed beam called back the old ditto and in its place another trusted companion.
With her size and ability to grace the skies the Gyarados was a floating safe space for anyone who didn't have a mount of their own. In particular, the ranger and his dragon-rager used FLY to climb the sky in evasion of the ORIGIN PULSES pulling up hard enough to give Laurence Anderson (and Articuno) a gyarados-landing pad and a moment of reprieve. He didn't say anything to his blonde-better-half for now; not with the pebbles still in his boot and the mind blowing revelations about alternate realities now in his brain. Aptly, and with subdued panic, he was looking for an exit from this world. b60xj7L6● tags: @aap2 ● notes: cait alfric ♠︎ Ditto out, Gyarados in ♣︎ Gyarados used FLY to evade origin pulses ♥︎ take a break lars, peep the sea-range hoenn ♦︎ Please dont bump into seaself or seawife.
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