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Jagged Pass. It was a treacherous path that few traveled, and really then only the strongest and most determined of Trainers or Hikers would be seen scaling its heights. Some adventurous mountain-bikers may be seen getting the thrill of their life, but for the most part, it was a quiet area. 

Standing within visual range of Mt. Chimney was an ominously-robed man. Dressed in black, the garment was adorned with silver and purple accents, and his hands were covered with only what could be described as a clawed gauntlet. If one were to attempt to search his face, they would find a strange, foreboding red mask obscuring his eyes. Despite their menacing appearance, however, they were not dressed in the uniform of any known criminal Team. Though, it was possible it was yet another team forming to threaten all of Hoenn. 

The tall figure began to mutter to themselves, [color=e5c287]"Is it here...? Hmmm. It is difficult to say... my senses have all but dulled, and it is simply  [i]infuriating.[/i]"[/color] Gritting his teeth and clenching a fist, he looked towards the towering volcano. Letting out a dejected sigh, he wilted before shaking his head, [color=e5c287]"...but what if it is not here. I have been following too many leads that have gone cold. I am [i]tired[/i]. Tired of being incomplete, tired of being all but [i]powerless[/i]... I shall have what is rightfully mine, and those who stand in my way will regret their decision."[/color]

As he spoke to himself, he did not pay much mind to the volume of his voice, and to any within earshot, he would be [i]more[/i] than audible.