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Forrest nodded at the outline of his plan. He tapped a pokeball on his hip and Antligon materialized. He was about to roar a yawn but Forrest shushed him loudly which surprised him. His eyes wide in embarrassment under his crimson membranes, he managed to eke out a quiet yawn as he stretched his wings.
"Scout the skies for any suspicious activity and guard - Oracle?" he said with a pause. "No Draco Meteors today, got it?" His tone was firm - harsh even.
Antligon nodded with a growl and pushed his wings hard to force him into the air to follow Oracle.
"Damselraed, come," he said as if she was nothing more than a pet. She turned and hovered quickly over to him. Her demeanor looked sad, disappointed. "You need to be quiet and out of sight. Don't attract any attention or I have to put you in your Pokeball. Can you do that?"
Damselraed thought for a moment and then chirped an affirmation.
"Good, 'cause I want you to keep a wide perimeter around us and keep in touch with Shaq'ti," he added and turned to look at the Medicham. "Just keep doing what you're doing," he said to her matter-of-factly.
A moment of silence passed before he leaned himself off the tree and threw the cigarette onto the ground in front of his foot as he stepped forward to bend down and pick up his rucksack and throw it onto his back. It pulled significantly against his shirt and body which suggested it was quite heavy. But he seemed relatively unaffected, which would be for the best.
He finally turned toward Tristan to address him. "Sounds good to me. You have the coordinates so we'll just be following you. Tell me what you need to do and I'll do it."
His face was flat, emotionless. His tone was flat, almost monotone. He pulled at the straps to adjust the rucksack once more and turned to follow Tristan into the woods.

Oracle was quick to find the small clearing in the trees that marked the cabin. Only twenty minutes after she reached her peak altitude, they could reach their destination without issue. She couldn't see much in the way of activity this far away, but that would have to be up to Ether and/or Shaq'ti to do.
Antligon sped past Oracle until he nearly reached the clouds and was barely a dot in the sky. He scoured the larger area and didn't notice much out of the ordinary. Granted, it wasn't common to find bird Pokemon this high in the sky and other dragon Pokemon were rare in general. He took his time to descend while not going too far away from Oracle. She eventually relayed to him that she found their location, so he descended even closer to her but purposefully flew right above her so that his presence would be more difficult to pick out if something were to try to go after her.
Shaq'ti continued to scan 150 feet around them for any movement or activity while hovering close to Forrest. She notified Ether of everything she felt even when she knew it was nothing. Ether was also aware of whenever Shaq'ti released a mild soothing energy onto Forrest, which Ether would know was not a regular thing for her to do.
Damselraed was familiar with Shaq'ti's mental range and so she remained just inside the 150 feet so Shaq'ti could keep track of her. She sped around, seemingly erratic, but it was purposeful. She knew erratic movements confused predators. She would be difficult to track. And given that she hovered and didn't properly "fly," she was free to move in any direction at any moment. Still, she made sure to circle them and not stay in one area for too long.

Forrest kept close to Tristan. He figured his Espeon was acting as a kind of hub of communication between himself and all the other Pokemon and to relay information to Tristan so they could all act accordingly and in tandem. This idea impressed Forrest. Shaq'ti's abilities were much less specific, if one would gauge her capabilities in such a way. It was likely due to how she was trained. She could send emotions and simple thoughts over large distances to dozens of people and Pokemon. Her capabilities for radaring were helpful since she could scan far away from herself, but it was never sophisticated enough to identify anything unless she already knew about it. It was helpful in keeping track of her Trainer and teammates as they ventured into forests for various reasons. And her telepathy was strong out to the same distance, but she was never capable of precise or complicated communication to more than one target. Neither she nor Forrest knew if this was typical of Medicham or if she honed specific skills to be much greater than average and neglected others entirely. It crossed Forrest's mind to inquire Tristan about it later.
"You still don't dress for the occasion," Forrest said unprovoked. He said it as a statement - not a question or a judgement.
Forrest remembered a news piece that featured some challengers fighting the Elite Four to qualify for the Championship. He remembered how formal Tristan dressed while in a dank and dark cave. He thought back to how he was dressed at the Wharf and wondered if he managed to run in what he was wearing. He wasn't surprised to see it caped over his shoulders soon after.
Perhaps he wanted to break the silence. Perhaps it was a well-meaning criticism - something Forrest could even help with considering how full the rucksack appeared. Perhaps he thought out loud as he was known to lack some filtering capabilities. Perhaps it was his attempt at lightening the mood, to lighten himself, which clearly didn't work.
@sly13 Feel free to ask all the questions you have! That's what this is for :)
We certainly have a lot of time given that I'm going to wait to get a Co-GM before I actually start this - to which none have come forward with interest for it.
Only a few clouds streaked across the sky. The deep orange was giving way to the yellows and blues of the day. Even here, there was a gentle sea breeze that passed through. The soft rustling of leaves wafted in the air. It was quiet. A few chirps of a Taillow trying to find a mate pierced through. The rustling of a Zigzagoon was heard for a few minutes as it foraged for nuts and berries. A long buzzing was heard in the distance - a Nincada signifying the quickly increasing heat of the day.
Forrest looked up and watched a cloud of Swablu follow an Altaria northwestward. He always enjoyed spotting these Pokemon in the wild. They always helped calm and comfort his mind. He took a deep breath to take in all the forest smells he could. They were notably different than the Petildale Forest. Of course, Pyre Woods was its own ecosystem. Even still, he found comfort in it.
A ping of relief washed over him as he saw Tristan apparate nearby. He was worried he might have given the wrong coordinates to Shaq'ti. He didn't move from the tree he was leaning against. His foot was up so his knee stuck out in front of him. His arms were cross in front of him, but just one over the other as he took another drag of a cigarette and put his hand back down over the side of his elbow.
It seemed he was wearing the same thing as he did yesterday. A plain white short-sleeved shirt that only reached the bottom of his shoulders. The jeans he wore were a lighter wash than they were yesterday. They looked notably older though, somehow, more comfortable. He wore boots similar, though a discerning eye could tell they were were not the same ones that heeled in Jonton's head. This time he had his hunting knife clipped to the side of his belt - curious that he didn't bring it to the Wharf when he knew he was going to fight - or did he? All eight of his pokeballs were clipped to one side of his belt instead of divided evenly on both sides, perhaps due to the knife. A rucksack rested on the ground next to him that appeared to be full of gear.
Damselraed rushed out from behind a tree toward Tristan when she spotted him. She chirped and blew a few bubbles and twirled around him joyfully to say 'hi.' Shaq'ti appeared from behind another tree if only be seen by Tristan. Her eyes were closed and she was meditating on their surroundings. Her mental reach was rather far, but sometimes imprecise and usually not specific.
She immediately connected to Ether to relay what she had felt since they had gotten there ten minutes ago. Small entities meandered through the trees and underbrush. Some things hovered in the air to alight on trees a few times. Nothing got too close or seemed to be focused on them. Nothing out of the ordinary in a place like this. It was calm and quiet. She shared the brief relief she felt considering all they had gone through recently.
This flashed a few images into Ether's mind that she hadn't shared before. It was before the Mauville attack. A young woman curled herself around an egg in the pouring rain in some woods. A Scyther slashed, and a large red X appeared across her back. A Rhyhorn collided with a smaller-than-average Corsola that managed to sustain the charge but at the cost of most of her branches. A Granbull and Scrafty fought back a Fearow and Tauros. Four men surrounded her as if they wanted the egg. She then showed herself and her party mates descend upon them and knock them all out quickly and barely rescue the young woman from death.
The other memories of the Mauville Attack itself and what she witnessed at the Wharf flashed in her mind, to which Ether was already familiar. It would have been intriguing, however, to know that the same Pokemon that attacked this young woman were the same as the ones Jonton had at his sides at the Wharf. Possibly a clue to look into later if it didn't become relevant during their investigations now.
"So, what's the plan?" Forrest said flatly.
His voice was low - grumbly. It was also quiet. It seemed strange since Tristan was familiar with his normal speaking volume considering how Forrest got his attention in the Comp Lab yesterday. Now that they were outdoors and some distance away, he decided to lower his voice?
The Grand Conserve asked only a few more follow-up questions. The questions led to the idea that she was actually critical of Oracle's inability to endure her own natural abilities. That simply experiencing two visions in a single day should not have affected a veteran Xatu as much as it seemed to. But she never asked about the specifics or precisely what Oracle experienced. Tristan didn't bother to argue with the Grand Conserve to talk Oracle up. In fact, the Grand Watcher chimed in with her opinions that some Xatu experienced harsher visions than others or experienced visions less often than one might assume. Regardless, the Grand Conserve mattered little to him and she could have her little opinions based on little more than bias.
Curiously, she seemed unbothered by the mention of Samantha and Asuna. Tristan noticed she underlined something at their mention. Did they already know about them? Did they already know about Ms. Shade? No, that couldn't be. If they did, they could easily know he was working for Lady Fairfax. What struck Tristan the most was that it appeared as if she expected the mention of Pisces. She looked up at Tristan but kept a straight face. She looked - bored? How much did they know? Or did she simply not believe him and thought he was spreading a conspiracy?
When Tristan mentioned security detail for his family, Forrest's head snapped toward him. He looked at Tristan with wide eyes and then whipped his head toward the Master General. He stayed that way as the Master General confirmed that he could offer resources to be stationed around both of their families. It looked like he was staring through the wall behind the Master General even as he was prompted to respond. It seemed Forrest didn't listen to anything that was said. But he grunted in a kind of passive affirmation.
The Master General clarified that the both of them were to investigate these two locations together, that Tristan was in charge of finding and gathering information and Forrest was to be the muscle. He stressed that Forrest had to listen to and obey Tristan, but he seemed to not react.
Ether couldn't help but probe into his mind if only to make sure he wasn't going insane or plotting anything disastrous. He expected to see Forrest daydreaming about destroying buildings and beating people to death. But he was surprised. He was met with images of his family - his wife and his children and his parents and his father-in-law and his childhood friend and his childhood friend's grandmother. "They can't know. They're going to be killed," repeated in his head over and over. Perhaps he was going insane.
When Tristan stopped Forrest to discuss some things alone, Forrest stared at the floor and hardly blinked. Tears welled up in his eyes. Ether verified that his mind was consumed with concern for his family and loved ones. Forrest was terrified. Could someone so large and imposing and skilled be terrified? Is this what that looked like? Tristan felt a mix of comfort knowing Forrest wasn't taking this lightly, but he couldn't help but sympathize as he thought about his own family and loved ones. Forrest simply grunted a kind of affirmation again. Tristan didn't press Forrest and went to leave the headquarters to allow Forrest the time to digest the situation they found themselves in.
When Tristan reached reception, he was provided a modestly-sized box that was full of medicines. The Ranger thanked Tristan for his work and watched as Tristan teleported away.

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It'd been a while since Tristan visited Fallarbor Town. It appeared as idyllic as he remembered. Without ash raining down from Mt. Chimney, the oranges and yellows and browns were elegant and peaceful and relaxing. The air was notably cooler with the constant western breeze that passed through the town. It nearly didn't register to Tristan that he found the refugee camp. Tents and canopies were set up down a street off the main road. It was quiet and calm even among the refugees.
It was clear that most of them were unaware of what happened in Rustboro. Fallarbor was definitely the stereotypical "sleepy town." It didn't surprise him, now, to consider that the citizens had no reaction to seeing Jonton - they likely had no idea nor cared who he was.
Tristan found he had mostly been sight-seeing and ended up not finding any clues that pointed anywhere in particular. However, he did find where the forest started and considered where one might hide a safehouse in them.

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His mother was mildly concerned but expressed pride that her son was going to such great lengths to help out after the Mauville Attack. She asked to see Oracle when Tristan asked about her to get started on the process. The memory sparked of seeing a pattern in the stars that only happened once every one thousand years and wondered if that might have anything to do with it.
His father seemed more understanding of what everything actually meant, if only because Tristan didn't bother to try to downplay everything as much. He seemed to eagerly agree to the request. He admitted that they'd been looking into the Pokemon recently due to current astronomical phenomenon they had been observing recently. He admitted that they got most of their information from Madam Inderasa in Rustboro.
Percival took the news harder than Tristan's own parents, it seemed. He already didn't like that Tristan was a Private Investigator. Percival often had an exaggerated idea of what Tristan would have to do - but it was accurate this time. They both knew that. But at Tristan's request to watch over his parents, he knew how to distract Percival from himself enough to not be guilted into inaction.
Persephone was quite grim in her reception of the information. She looked solemn and sad for Tristan, but knew better than try to dissuade him or beg him to stay. Instead she offered to chat with him about the recent goings-on in Mossdeep over tea.

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"Well, what kind of help do you need?" Lois asked, incredulous that she could do anything.
"Information and resources, Lois," Bingham said with a yawn as if he was both tired from being woken up and tired of Lois' obtuseness.
"Victory Road is shut down for the time being, anyway. I can stake out Fallarbor Town for you and try to get a head start when you get there," Fredrick said.
"Oh, me too!" Lois said gleefully. She was too much like Forrest - that's who Forrest reminded him of.
"Then I can go back to sleep now," Bingham said and didn't ask. "If I think of anything, I'll reach out," he said and disconnected the call.
Lois disconnected after she expressed her excitement and enthusiasm for preparing. Fredrick asked a couple more follow-up questions about the Fallarbor locale, specifically. It admittedly wasn't much to go on, and he wasn't a private investigator. But being a researcher, he had the mind for discovery and puzzles enough to not sow any doubt in Tristan.

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When Tristan left the room, he stood there - still and silent. His mind continued to race of the possibilities he didn't want to consider but had to consider. Shaq'ti popped out of her Pokeball and gently took Forrest's hand. He eventually turned to her with eyes and cheeks red and tear streaks down his cheeks. She tried to extend a calming energy over him that she felt was instinctually rejected. She breathed deeply and teleported them some distance away from the house so he could have some time to compose himself.
Two Land Rangers teleported much closer to the house before he even started walking. When Forrest got close enough to hear what they were saying, he heard Major White explain to Jeanne how, because she was a de-facto Gym Leader and Forrest's mother was the head of the Academy and his father was a lead researcher, that they could just as well be targets of the terrorist organization they had discovered was behind the Mauville Attack. They didn't mention that Forrest was involved at all or that he was about to leave on a highly dangerous mission very soon.
Forrest played along and thanked the both of them. Jeanne did what she always did and made them as comfortable as she could in her house. Forrest stood still and looked at his wife as she puttered around. She was such a kind and strong woman. How sad it would be -
Elizabeth ran into him for a hug and to show her the little Surskit she'd found just past the tree line. They both knew that she wasn't allowed to go that far, but he was impressed and praised her, regardless. She wanted to keep it but Forrest encouraged she let it go back to its home - that it was probably scared. If it wanted to stay with her, then of course she could keep it. His chest warmed at the thought she would take after him, but in her own way.
He glanced back at Jeanne. His eyes burned. He held back his tears.
Forrest went back outside into the gardens to find where Rowan and Shelynn were. He found them around a Cheri tree. Shelynn was explaining (the best way a 4-year-old could to her 6-year-old brother) which ones were ripe and which ones weren't. They were both so engaged with each other they didn't notice their father was watching them for a whole minute to fawn over their interaction. They rushed up to him for hugs and he hoisted both up with an arm for each of them. They hugged him tight around his head and he relished how they pushed their cheeks into his.
They pointed him to look at something they found in the gardens - a paw print that they hadn't seen before. Forrest told them it was a Mightyena track and to be careful or they'd be eaten and pretended to start to eat them through growls and chuckles. The two screeched and pushed against his face and chest and tried to kick themselves free through their laughter. He bent over and put them both on their backs on the ground and continued to nuzzle at them and tickle them. He pretended to focus on Shelynn and let Rowan try to fight him off her by climbing onto his back and pulling at his shirt collar as he screamed "no! not my little sister!" It eventually turned into many kisses over their faces and on their hands. They breathed hard through their dying giggles but still smiled at their doting father. He reminded them that dinner would be ready soon and to make sure they were inside soon to which they begrudgingly agreed.
He asked them where Jerrek was and they said "probably in the gym," which Forrest should have expected. He first went to find Elizabeth to see if she had brought the Surskit back where she had found it. He soon found her interacting with the tiny bug. How they developed such a bond so quickly both surprised and impressed Forrest. His heart skipped and his chest burned with pride. He had to fight back tears again.
He returned back to the house and went straight in through the kitchen to the basement to find Jerrek straining hard against weights that Forrest could identify were heavier from his usual. But as he rose the dumbbells up, he was amazed to see that the bicep of a 10-year-old could become so large. He watched for a few reps until he made his presence known and told him to rest as he was pushing himself too hard, he felt.
"I've been going to that weight for a month now. It's getting a lot easier," he said to his father. He sounded impressed with himself as if he was excited to share the accomplishment.
Forrest was stunned. He had no idea. His heart skipped and his throat burned in embarrassment. He had no idea how much his oldest son was progressing. He felt ashamed for being away from his family as much as he was. He cursed the Rangers. But he couldn't. He then showed Jerrek his most intense regiment that he would occasionally do. In fact, he was doing it to pump himself up for what he was about to do, though never even hinted toward that reality.
Forrest pushed himself to his breaking point more than once. Even Jerrek got concerned. Forrest thought back to how threatened he felt by Jonton, and rightfully so - that he only won by sheer luck and quick thinking. He felt so weak. The idea of Jerrek losing his father - his memory of Mitchell sharing his experience with Forrest about growing up without a father - made him angry, made him push through all of the pain, the agony, the heartbreak. The tears were masked by the sweat streaming down his skin. If he couldn't break himself, he wouldn't let anyone else break him.
Was was grunting and growling and roaring loudly and breathing hard. It got to the point where he wasn't explaining what he was doing to Jerrek, he was focused on doing it for himself. Jerrek tried to imitate some of the exercises, but found it difficult to keep up, so he just watched, instead.
Jerrek looked up toward the basement door when Jeanne called down that dinner was going to be ready soon. He looked back at his father who didn't seem to notice. He grew nervous and tried to tell his father between his grunts.
"Five minutes!" Jeanne called down to them later.
Forrest let the weights slam back down into the machine. Jerrek flinched and was slightly confused since that was entirely against what his father told him was proper form and etiquette. But he just watched his father breath deeply, his chest expanding and contracting more than he'd ever seen before. His entire body was wet with sweat. His skin was red with increased bloodflow. Veins he'd never seen before had appeared under his skin.
"We gotta shower," Jerrek said quietly with concern for not making it to dinner on time.
Forrest nearly shouted a grunt as he lifted himself off the bench while using the motion to take off the only other thing he was wearing. He tossed it onto where he put his shirt and pants and walked with Jerrek to the other side of the basement to quickly rinse off with a little soap. Jerrek's concern didn't subside as he undressed and turned on the water and started to wash himself. He glanced over a few times to see the harshly determined face his father wore. He had never seen his father act so - animalistic - before. The grunts weren't just grunts, they were roars and shouts of affirmation to himself that he could lift more weights and for more reps. There was a mixture of fear he felt with pride - that his father was as strong as he was.
"Come on," Forrest said and turned off Jerrek's showerhead and handed him a towel. He realized he was just standing there and thinking about what he'd just seen. Jerrek just toweled off and wrapped it around his waist which reached much further down than it did on his father. He looked back at all the equipment his father had just used as they walked back to the stairs and into the kitchen.
Forrest went to sit at the end of the table he always sat at. The two Rangers were sitting at the table as they were being served to which Forrest nodded at and they nodded back. He started to chug the beer that was in front of his plate.
"Aw, cool! We don't have to wear clothes anymore?" Rowan shouted as he saw his father sit at the table with only a towel. He started to take off his shirt and shorts.
"No no no!" Jeanne shouted and rushed over to the boy to keep him from taking all of his clothes off. "You know the rule, Dad. You gotta wear clothes at the table. You too, hon," she said teasingly to her husband and eldest son. "I'm so sorry, officers. He knows better than to get naked in front of company," she said in a slightly scolding tone as she put Rowan's shirt back on.
He looked dejected as he took his seat at the table. Both Rangers looked at each other both amused and confused. Forrest finished his beer and slammed it on the table with a long sigh.
"Don't slam things on the table, Forrest," she said more harshly this time, and more seriously considering she used his name.
Forrest took a deep breath and then pushed himself up from the table. "Sorry, babe," he said low and quietly and brought the bottle to the sink. On his way out, he hugged Jeanne from behind and kissed her cheek. She chuckled and rose her hand to pat his cheek in return then went back to cutting up the peppers.
The towel around his waist fell off as he released Jeanne. He slung it over his shoulder which made the Rangers blush. Jeanne noticed when it was almost too late.
"Forrest! Really?" she said exasperated but couldn't help but find it slightly humorous. "I'm so sorry, officers. We're pretty - comfortable - around here," she explained and shook her head to herself.
"It's all for you, babe!" Forrest bellowed back to her as he walked up the stairs.

He'd forgotten that the Rangers would ruin his night back before tomorrow. They were awkward at the table and he couldn't help but notice. Still, he was able to get all of the day's stories from all his children who were as boisterous as ever. Jerrek whined that Elizabeth was elbowing her to which she teased him more about. Elizabeth snapped at Rowan and Shelynn when they started to throw food at each other. Forrest fell right back in to playing referee as Jeanne sat quietly at the other end of the table and watched it all unfold. They'd agreed that the table was Forrest's responsibility, since mostly everything else was hers. Jerrek tried to shout at the Rangers over Rowan and Shelynn's screeching to ask what it was like to be a Ranger and how cool he thought it was. Shelynn jumped off her chair as soon as she finished her food and tugged at one of the Rangers to go play with her. Elizabeth argued that Jerrek wasn't strong enough to be a Ranger, to which predictably led to bickering. Rowan asked for more food and held his plate in Forrest's face since he didn't want to get it himself.
As chaotic as it was, Forrest was able to control or resolve things rather quickly, if only because the next thing took everyone's attention. He pointed at the line between the leaves of the table to prove that Elizabeth was in Jerrek's space. Forrest caught Rowan's hand as he was about to throw a pea at Shelynn and commanded them to stop with a quick boom of his voice. He pleaded with Rowan and Shelynn to use their inside voice, which took longer than he liked so he ended up covering Rowan's mouth with one hand and putting a finger to his lips with the other at Shelynn. Forrest was able to reach over and pluck Shelynn off the floor and onto his lap to tell her that they were still eating and that it was rude to bother them. Forrest expressed his disappointment for talking about her brother just to hurt his feelings. Forrest was firm in having Rowan get himself seconds. The Rangers had left the table to go to their posts at some point after he put Shelynn on his lap.
When he was done with his plate, he filled another and got another beer. He let Shelynn and Elizabeth leave the table to play outside until bedtime. Jerrek finished his seconds and told his parents he was going to go pick up the gym, to which Forrest thanked. Rowan had thirds and complained about eating too much but was shooed outside with the girls. All the while, Jeanne was on her third glass of wine while Forrest finished his fifth beer and fourth plate of food.
"No leftovers?"
Forrest hummed and shook his head.
"So I take it everyone liked it."
Forrest hummed and nodded his head.
"Do you want dessert?"
Forrest hummed longer and nodded slower. He quickly ate the rest of what was on his plate and chugged the rest of his beer as Jeanne got up and took a pie out of the fridge to serve them each a slice. She added whipped cream and poured herself another glass of wine. She was surprised to find Forrest had gotten up and put his plate in the sink to look out the window to check on the children. She slid next to him and rubbed a hand on his shoulder blade. She sipped on her wine and looked out the window with him. He breathed deeply and managed to get a beer out of the fridge even though he was on the wrong side of the door. He chugged this one as he kept his eyes on his children. He sighed deeply again and put the bottle in the sink. They both knew he never drank this much this quickly for no reason. He was purposefully trying to get drunk, which he was starting to feel.
He got another beer from the fridge. "That's the last one," Jeanne said softly.
Forrest nodded slightly. He felt her finger glide across his cheek to catch the tear falling down it. He sniffed hard and took another sip of his beer, declining to chug it like he was doing before.
He felt her hand push into his side to turn him around to the island where their pieces of pie were. They listened to the muffled shouts from outside and some faint clanging from the basement. Forrest turned his head toward her and she caught another tear falling down his other cheek. She then handed him a fork and they both started to eat the pie.
"You know I know, right?" she said between bites.
"Know what?"
"That you're a bounty hunter -"
"That fucking bastard!" he roared and slammed his fist onto the island which cracked the tile it landed on.
"No," she said softly and put a hand on his tricep. "No, it wasn't Rai," she added to emphasize that he had a name. "I've known for a long time, now."
His arms held his torso up and his head hung low. He shook his head slightly. "Fuck. How?"
"Mitchell told me."
His head whipped toward her but didn't rise. His brows furrowed and his face was red, though that was likely due to the beer. "Why -?"
"That time you were gone for two weeks and I never heard from you. Right after Rowan was born."
Forrest kept his face toward Jeanne. His face was between anger and sorrow and tears began to fall from his eyes again. Jeanne walked over to the counter and grabbed a tissue and handed it to him. He didn't move. So she kept in in her hand and continued.
"I was so worried. Your children were asking for you and I had nothing to tell them. So their Uncle Mitchell came up with stories to entertain them and keep them from hurting." She paused for a long moment.
"But I still hurt, Forrest." Her eyes started to well up. "My husband who worked himself to the bone for me and his children was gone and I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. I cried every night thinking about how our children would grow up without their father. I confided in him - so he told me the truth. He asked me to not tell you that I knew or that he told me."
Forrest picked himself up off the island and wiped his eyes with his hands. "I'm sorry," he choked out meekly.
"After that, I demanded I be updated about all of your bounties and activities. I needed to know you were weren't hurt. I needed to know you didn't die."
She brought up her hand and placed it onto his chest and watched it as she let it slide slowly down his torso.
"I know you needed to do it. I know how much it meant to you to be able to provide for us. I know how much you wanted to be able to spoil all of us," she said with a sad smile and a single weak laugh. "And I know now that what you're doing now is for the safety of our country. And I am so proud of you." Her hand gripped when it reached the center of his abdomen. He could feel her pinch his skin but he didn't react. "But you need to know that you have a family that loves you. You need to know that your wife needs you. You need to know that your children need their father."
Tears were streaming down Forrest's face. They had begin to fall from Jeanne's. She dabbed her cheeks with the tissue she had originally gotten for Forrest.
"I'm selfish. I need you."
She fell into him after she placed her hands on his chest. She pushed her face into him and began to sob. He could feel the hot wetness begin to grow where her eyes were. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed hard enough to convey that he heard and understood her.
"There you go, old man," Jerrek said playfully and threw his clothes against Forrest's back.
"Go outside," Forrest said low, almost incomprehensible.
"What's wrong?" he said with a demeanor that shifted quickly to concern.
"Go outside!" Forrest said loud and turned his head toward Jerrek but not enough to look at him.
Jerrek saw the line of tears down his cheek and said nothing more. He bent down to pick up his father's clothes but was snapped at to "leave it." He went out the front door where he knew one of the Rangers to be.
A few more moments passed. "I love you so much," Forrest said.
Jeanne pushed herself into his rumbling chest. She then pushed away from him but not enough to leave his embrace. She brought her hands up and pulled his face down to kiss him long and passionately. She pushed his face away from hers to say "I love you so much, too." She said it as if Forrest had no idea how much that meant to her.
She pulled him in for a few more kisses that faded into pecks until they both giggled with each other for a moment as they realized how messy they looked for crying as they had been. Forrest pulled her in for another tight hug and breathed deeply and then released her. He chuckled twice and turned eagerly to the pie to eat it quickly as if to suggest she had kept him from being able to eat it.
She chuckled and copied him. They fed each other a couple bites until Forrest put a dot of whipped cream on her nose which made her swat him away and whine about it. They both laughed and finished their dessert and then then drinks.
Forrest looked at the clock and walked toward the kitchen door to open it and step through it. He called out to Elizabeth, Rowan, and Shelynn to come back in to get ready for bed. Jeanne left to do the same thing out the front door for Jerrek. She told him to make sure to get everyone bathed and teeth brushed and in their pajamas and in their rooms for the night. The scene he had witnessed still had him somber but he puffed his chest a little and firmly accepted. She watched him put on his Dad hat and usher his siblings up the stairs. Her heart pounded knowing he had been putting on that hat more often lately and felt bad that he was losing out on his childhood.
She returned to the kitchen where Forrest was picking up dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. She opened a cupboard and reached to the top shelf and grabbed the cigar box Forrest kept. She grabbed his arm and gestured for him to get more drinks for them and follow her. She stayed on his arm as he grabbed a new wine bottle and a new six-pack of beer and allowed her to pull him onto the front porch and onto the chairs he had made.
Forrest was impressed with how deft she was in preparing the cigars. They sat in silence as they drank and smoked together. Major White glanced back once to see them on the porch. He nodded and Forrest nodded back. He then turned to walk to the side of the house to give them privacy.
"Route 123 at 6:00 AM," he heard Shaq'ti tell him. He relayed this to his wife who simply nodded slowly but said nothing.

She made sure they made love for possibly the last time. They both slept soundly and were able to wake up at 5:00 AM as they usually did. They had breakfast together and loved on each other softly to remind the other that they meant what they said the night before.

He breathed deeply as he stood outside of the boys' room. He opened the door slowly and knelt down at Rowan's bed. He combed his wild curly hair with his hand and grazed his face gently. He kissed him on his forehead and on his cheek and whispered "I love you." Rowan stirred and turned away from Forrest and snuggled into his pillow and blankets. It got more difficult as he did the same to each of his other children. Tears welled in his eyes and one broke from his lid as he looked down at Shelynn and then stood to leave. He breathed deep once more and walked out of the room.
He was slow to walk down the stairs. He thought about their childhood and then his childhood. He saw Jeanne at the base of the stairs waiting for him. Shaq'ti stood in front of the open front door. Forrest quickened his pace to embrace his wife once more and kiss her long. He wished time would freeze as long as their lips were touching. But they both knew it didn't work like that.
"I love you." His voice was deep and almost broke.
"I love you, too." She sniffed quietly as tears welled in her eyes.
He breathed deeply one last time and walked over to Shaq'ti. She nodded and placed a hand on his and they vanished instantly.
Just to be more specific:
Moves must align with the Pokemon’s type and species. Starmie cannot know/learn Thunderbolt or Gyro Ball, but can know/learn Water Spout and Extrasensory. Bisharp can learn moves like X-Scissor and Guillotine...


"Species" is where this goes into a gray area. Basically, if you can come up with a "good argument" for the Pokemon to know the move, then I'd be okay with it.

For this specific example: I would allow it since it's thematic that Gengar can be seen as a Pokemon that "Eats Dreams" (even though that's also a Psychic move), and so it would make sense that it can lull targets to sleep. I also have a soft spot for those kinds of "signature moves" some Pokemon have.
I do typically take "inspiration" of Pokemon from their Dex entries - none of which describe Gengar as eating dreams. So that could be an "against" argument - one that I wouldn't take up, myself. If you wanted to adhere to that idea, more power to you.

In the end, there's some "normal" "bleeding" that happens with Dark, Fighting, Psychic, and Ghost type moves and Pokemon. There's quite a bit of thematic/racial overlap with some of them.

A more "extreme" example would be: I would actively encourage someone to add Extrasensory to Ninetales, due to it's lore and general descriptions (going so far as to make it a Fire/Psychic type...or Fire/Psychic/Ghost type)

An example of a "no" would be Granbull knowing Thunder Fang. How does a fairy dog Pokemon generate electricity?
You can then request to make up a move and call it "Fairy Fang" that has a lesser chance to paralyze (or some other kind of effect) - and I'd say "okay."

As for "starters," they aren't a thing/concept in this world. Your "starter" would be a Pokemon native close to where you lived or a Pokemon you were given as a gift or something.
For example, my character's starter was Surskit because he grew up in Oldale Town.

Also:
- Characters must be 18+. This is not the RP for a child's Pokemon journey.


Hope that helps. :)
The Grand Watcher and the Grand Conserve looked at each other. The Grand Watcher nodded and rose from the table and left the room without anyone saying anything. The Grand Conserve and Admiral began to write onto the papers they had in front of them. The Master General glanced over at what both of them were writing and then lifted his head back toward Tristan.
"Mr. Aeros, how often does this happen to your Xatu?" the Grand Conserve asked without looking up from what she was writing. Her voice was a rough and low alto, which helped pinpoint her age. She didn't ask any further questions as she seemed to note down whatever Tristan said.
"They will be provided to you before you leave," the Grand Colonel said with a slow nod. His voice was low, gravely, as if he should cough.
"Speaking of which," the Master General started. "You'll both head out first thing tomorrow, if not sooner. Please use any and all resources we have here to prepare as much as you feel you need to. If you need a room to sleep, I will make one for you as soon as possible. Questions?"
The Master General's demeanor was certainly different than before. He was serious and authoritative, but not harsh. He commanded respect, he didn't demand it. This was one of the reasons he was elected at the Master of Hoenn.
Forrest sat in silence and didn't move at all. None of his Pokemon were out of the Pokeballs and he simply looked forward with a face of dejected determination. He shook his head after Tristan responded.
@sly13What questions do you have regarding the mechanics?
I will preface that the mechanics are purely to allow for much greater creativity. Battles are not and will not be competitive - they are to drive the story forward and provide character development. There are some items under Rules & Standards that allude to this and mention my intentions/expectations. :)
Reading through all the files that came up for "GOREBYSS" and "HUNTAIL" took some time but turned up with precious little and likely nothing. Tristan quickly grew proficient in reading through Ranger Profiles. They listed their birth information, where they grew up, what their education consisted of, where they have been stationed and where they were going to be assigned, the complete list of missions they had been sent on, how they acquired their partners, any kind of disciplinary actions taken against them and any kind of awards and recognitions they were presented, and every Ranger they had ever worked with.
The rabbit holes for each individual varied widely in length, but nothing unusual seemed to come from any of them. In the beginning, it may have been interesting to learn about achievements and abilities of Ranger, going so far as to note those who would sound promising to work with. After a dozen or more Ranger Profiles were thoroughly scoured, it would have felt hopeless. Those prone to paranoia could believe that Pisces could have remote access to the Ranger Database and removed any mention of him. But it was probably more likely that he was able to hide himself entirely given the psychic abilities of his Gorebyss that devastated Oracle and took the effort of his entire team to just escape from its trap and still learn nothing more.
It could send a shiver down the spine of the most hardened of souls to know just how powerful only one of Pisces' Pokemon was that it could thwart the entire team of an Elite Four member. But no one was invincible. At least, hopefully they weren't without Jirachi.
Tristan realized that the Ranger Database wouldn't have information about Pokemon that one would find in the Pokemon Encyclopedia:
Jirachi: The Wish Pokemon
Disclaimer: All information and images for this Pokemon are speculative and rumor, myth and legend, and there is no proven truth or accuracy.
Jirachi was the first star to appear in the night sky. She gave birth to the rest of the stars that we see today. She designed the constellations that ancient peoples followed and divined. She was believed to see the future. More importantly, she was believed to be the one that shapes the future.
The first shooting star seen by humans is recorded with the beginning of human's rise to civilization. She granted humans the ability to reason and logic and analysis. Because of this, the popular children's rhyme is derivative of the prayer ancient peoples would recite to call upon Jirachi and her ability to shape the future of humans:

"Jirachi, Jirachi, I see you bright.
Jirachi, Jirachi, I see your light.
Jirachi, Jirachi, please show me what may -
Jirachi, Jirachi, make true this: I say -"

As her existence and powers quickly became legendary and mythical, she found her powers to be used for selfish and harmful means. The only record of her presence on this planet coincides with the first Fall of Civilization. Some believe this to be the Thousand Year War of Kalos myth. Some believe this to be the awakening of Kyogre and Groudon that wiped Hoenn off the planet, then shaped it to what it is today, and then Rayquaza was formed from the primal energies of the two Pokemon to force them to sleep.
It's now believed that, after this event, she began to have some of the stars she made to fall across the night sky. They would provide some kind of hope to the people, but they would never grant her power. She would never again be used for evil - or good. It's said that the human she was first summoned by was told that she would only use her powers to repair the world if it was destroyed and for no other purpose. Conversely, it's believed the falling stars are sheets of the paper that is found on the top of her head. If one of these papers is found, it holds the power to make true anything that is written onto it. Furthermore, these sheets of paper could only be found by the pure of heart.
Others have heard that she returns to the world every thousand years to grant the wish of the most innocent soul. She then grants them a sheet of the paper from her head for them to record their wish. She then grants the wish but keeps the paper to record everything she has shaped in the universe.
In modern times, people have claimed to see an orb hovering across the sky in erratic patterns. It wasn't a plane or balloon or any kind of aircraft. Pictures taken of this object are believed to be altered and doctored to claim alien life. There are rumors that this orb is actually Jirachi in a kind of shell that will only be broken when the world ends and she will awaken to recreate the world - that she hovers close to the world to inspect the state of it and decide whether or not to intervene.

- Madam Inderasa; Rustboro Historical Society


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"I'll escort her for you, Major," Forrest said behind Lady Fairfax.
He loomed over her but looked straight ahead as she turned to see who would speak of her like that. Her face showed disgust and contempt and her mouth was slightly agape with shock. Her eyes widened to see the large man in front of her. She didn't realize she stood there in silence for longer than a few seconds.
"Right this way, ma'am," Forrest said low and stern and turned to gesture for her walk back up the stairs before him. Again, he didn't look at her.
"This is unacceptable," she tried to shriek but it came out as little more than a whimper.
"This is for your own safety, ma'am," he explained dryly.
Lady Fairfax huffed and pouted her way out of Box Row. Forrest stood straight and stiff behind her so that when she turned around to give a disapproving look, she would be met with his chest a little too close. She muttered vain threats under her breath the whole way but Forrest paid no mind. The Rangers pacing quickly around the headquarters took immediate notice of the two and moved out of their way and stopped to stare at them. She was belittled, shamed, humiliated. Everyone knew she was responsible for more than half of the funds and permissions required to build and upkeep this headquarters and all of their bases around Hoenn. They couldn't help but wonder if this act, alone, would have her pull all their resources and they would lose their revenue and, thus, their jobs.
Forrest assumed better. He wasn't terribly close to the Rangers, but he was close with the Master General. He wasn't interested in the politics of Hoenn, but he cared little for those that used money to gain influence to gain power over others. This alone wasn't necessarily bad, but using such power to lord over others, to control where to build and how, to control what energy was used and when, to control nearly the entire market of all goods native to Hoenn - Forrest never trusted the Fairfax Corporation. This was a key reason as to why he built his home in the Petaldale Forrest - outside of Fairfax reach, influence, and jurisdiction.
He thought so little of this woman - resented her. When the Fairfax Corporation introduced new laws and regulations that targeted new construction, his parents felt immense financial strain. When the Fairfax Corporation was the sole benefactor for Prof. Fir's laboratory, his father had to cease all of the studies he was working on. It almost made him lose his job when his skillset did not match what he was forced to research. When Fairfax Corporation took a nationwide survey of all the flora of Hoenn, they destroyed all of Mrs. Honnings gardens throughout Oldale Town. When the Fairfax Corporation funded the entirety of the Pokemon League Championship, nearly half of his winnings went back to them.
But he couldn't deny the good they had done. They eventually provided a grant to his mother to renovate the Academy. The scope of research they permitted allowed his father to pursue his original research, and with more and better resources. They funded the restoration of Oldale Town and its gardens. The winnings they took were multiplied and given to him throughout the rest of his life.
They seemed to destroy much of what they touched, only to turn around and make it better than it was before. He couldn't help but think how deceptive it appeared - manipulative. But they acted sympathetic and seemed to bend over backwards when they worked to reverse the damage they had done. It never set well with Forrest and he found it much simpler to just resent them all.
He didn't listen to anything she had to say when they were out of the Headquarters. He stood still - at attention - on guard - as she berated him and the Rangers as a whole. He didn't give her the satisfaction of any kind of response until she walked away and was out of sight. He took a deep breath and turned to go back into the headquarters.
"Make sure she doesn't trespass again," Forrest said sternly to the Ranger he passed.
"Uh-uh, yes sir," the young Ranger said and saluted. She was confused with herself since Forrest wasn't an officer and it was out-of-place to salute to him like he was a senior officer. She looked around to make sure no one else saw and took his place at the headquarters entrance.
Forrest went back down to Box Row. The buzzing around of Rangers had only increased since he came through the first time. Files were being brought from one room to another. Orders were being given over radio and intercom. The entire Rangers force was being mobilized, it seemed.
"Mr. Aeros concluded his interrogation. He's in the Computer Lab," Major White said.
He only looked at Shaq'ti. Worry filled his chest as she relayed what she and the others had experienced. Though psychic Pokemon and their abilities were mostly over his head, he understood well enough that a single Pokemon able to do what it did was a major cause for alarm. He took a deep breath and flicked his eyes toward Major White. "Thank you," he said with a nod and quickly headed off in the direction of the Computer Laboratory.
"Sir, you don't have -" a Ranger started to say as he tried to keep Forrest from entering.
Forrest walked right through despite his forearm being grabbed and pulled. But it seemed to not register at all with him and he pulled the Ranger into the Comp Lab as he looked for Tristan. The Ranger promptly relented but spoke something into his walkie and resumed his position outside of the Lab.
Four-celled cubicles filled the space. The tapping of keys filled the, otherwise, silent air. It was notably warmer in this room than elsewhere despite the same amount of air conditioning as everywhere else. The room appeared sterile. There were no decorations or Ranger insignias or plaques or even a corkboard with notices. He instinctually remained quiet as Shaq'ti focused to find the essence of Tristan or any of his Pokemon. The fastest-acting mind was eventually picked out to be the Elite Four member.
"Why are you looking up myths?" Forrest said, his voice seemed to boom unnaturally loud in the silent space even though it was his normal speaking volume. His tone was slightly incredulous, but also a little curious. But his face returned to a deadly serious expression. Shaq'ti was still out of her Pokeball and bowed at Tristan.
"Dick's got a job for us," he added and pointed his chin to the door. "How much longer do you think you'll be?"

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Forrest led them further up and up the headquarters. They could have easily taken an elevator. But the one they passed appeared full of people and carts and boxes filled with files. He thought it more considerate to the use the stairs to allow those who had to transport stuff around.
They twisted and turned down hallways into corridors into narrow paths that eventually led to a non-descript door. Without psychic Pokemon, one would easily get lost and disoriented if the path wasn't memorized. A woman stood at attention to the side of the door. The symbols on her sleeve showed she was a General, one neither of them had met.
"Sir, you're not permitted - " she started to say until her eyes landed on Tristan.
"Oh, sir, um. I'm sorry, this is a private meeting," she tried to explain in a less authoritative tone.
The door to the room was conspicuously opened by Forrest as he stomped into the room after completely ignoring the General. The General rushed in and tried to pull at Forrest who stood still and unbothered by the tugging - again.
"General Olsen, please. They're here on my request. I apologize for not informing you," the Master General said as he rose from his seat.

At the head of the table was Master General Hardy, as one would expect. He had his fatigue jacket on, but it still looked odd since he wasn't wearing the rest of his fatigues. The glasses on his eyes seemed to age him at least ten years.
Grand Admiral Patricia Carrigan sat to his right. She was in her full formal uniform that looked freshly pressed and cleaned. Her dark skin and dark hair and dark eyes appeared darker against her navy-blue uniform. She looked about in her mid-40's. She had what seemed to be the perfect hourglass figure, though that could easily be achieved with the stiff and forming uniforms the Rangers wore.
Grand Watcher Amelia Clark had the most amount of papers and documents in front of her and she was diligently writing on and flipping through them. She took no notice of the guests and never looked up. She was in her fatigues as she had come directly from Lavaridge Town and was understandably busy with keeping up with refugees. Her brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun and none saw her soft brown eyes. Her lightly-tanned skin appeared a bit more browed against her yellow fatigues. She pushed her glasses up her slender nose a few times as she quickly scanned the documents in front of her. Still, she was the most recognizably only being 35 and having been granted the position of Grand Watcher. She was certainly proving her rank.
Grand Colonel Theodore Gray sat next to the Grand Admiral. He had managed to wear all of his proper fatigues, which looked brand-new. The signature green fatigues seemed to fit tight around him. The man was large, though it seemed mostly with muscle. Though his belly stuck out and seemed to strain the button at its apex, his arms were well-defined under the thick cloth. It would be no surprise that this man, despite being around 60, would be much stronger than Forrest. Additionally, he made the Master General look small. What was more impressive was his long, full, salt and pepper beard that covered his entire chest.
Grand Conserve Regita Kline sat next to the Grand Watcher. She, too, wore her formal uniform in much the same fashion as the Grand Admiral. The lilac purple was distinct enough from the navy blue. Further more distinct was her slim, almost too slim, figure. Her cheeks and jaw were more pointed than round and her pale and unblemished face suggested she remained inside most of the time. Her arms didn't fill out the sleeves of her blazer. The cuffs of the sleeves didn't touch the top of her wrists as she rested both hands on the table. But she had long and slender and clean hands. Her nails were painted a bold red. Her engagement and wedding right stuck out far from her finger. But she wore no other jewelry and had a harshly serious face. It was difficult to tell if she was in her early 40's or late 60's.
Grand Warden Amelia du'Pont sat opposite the Master General. Her face wasn't nearly as harsh as the Grand Conserve, but she appeared unamused. Her gray hair was put up in braids and twisted around in a rather elegant manner. Though she wore a modest and flowing sundress, she wasn't a small woman. In fact, she could easily lift the Grand Colonel and probably toss him a foot or so. But she wore an eclectic blend and amount of jewelry and the make-up she wore was flattering but not caked-on. In fact, she was the only one of the three women that wore any make-up at all. Still she was in her late 50's to early 60's, but she looked put-together and like a perfectly pleasant lady.
In front of each of them were papers, though the Master General had the most in front of him. He sat back down and shuffled some of these papers back into a couple neat piles and told the two of them to sit and gestured to the chairs behind them on either side of the doorway. They were close enough to not need to be moved, but the Grand Warden and the others shifted their seats enough to more directly face the pair.
"I suspect you're mostly up to speed, Mr. Aeros," the Master General started. "We need to you both to lead two different raids on Jonton's known safehouses or hideouts or bases due to our lack of resources considering we're still managing the aftermath of the Mauville Attack," he explained unnecessarily. "Are there any two that you prefer?" he asked and looked directly at Tristan expectantly.
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USERNAME: IAIAEROS
PASSWORD: ************

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TOP SECRET CLEARENCE
ALL ACCESS GRANTED
ENTER BADGE NUMBER
: ******

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TOP SECRET CLEARENCE
ALL ACCESS GRANTED
ENTER VERIFICATION CODE
: **********

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TOP SECRET CLEARANCE
ALL ACCESS GRANTED
ENTER NAME:
TRISTAN AEROS

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TOP SECRET CLEARNENCE
ALL ACCESS GRANTED


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ACCESS GRANTED

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KEYWORD: JONTON FAIRFAX
List of Special Agents
Report# 09611
Report# 032
Report# 109
Report# 122
Report# 183
Report# 274
Report# 333
Report# 626

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List of Special Agents

SPECIAL AGENT CHRISTOPHER VERIS
Cover Story: Gambling addiction

SPECIAL AGENT GERALD GOOD
Cover Story: Coerced with infidelity

SPECIAL AGENT MARGARETTE JATOLIA
Cover Story: Lost job

SPECIAL AGENT ELIZABETH MARTHAN
Cover Story: Gambling addiction

SPECIAL AGENT OPAL IRSIO
Cover Story: Coerced with money laundering

SPECIAL AGENT MICHAEL BARTIMUS
Cover Story: Lost job

SPECIAL AGENT BOBBY BALOY
Cover Story: Coerced with infidelity

SPECIAL AGENT ROBERT BARLEY
Cover Story: Medical bills

SPECIAL AGENT SUSAN CRANE
Cover Story: House foreclosure

SPECIAL AGENT ANDREW HURK
Cover Story: Gambling addiction

SPECIAL AGENT CHRISTINE NADIE
Cover Story: Drug addiction

SPECIAL AGENT HEATHER ANDERS
Cover Story: Medical bills

SPECIAL AGENT BORDON HAWLY
Cover Story: Gambling addiction

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REPORT# 09611: MAUVILLE ATTACK
GWCLERK: Oversaw interrogation of captives/prisoners. All suspects are linked with Jonton. None have met him in person and few had an accurate image of what he looks like. All suspects were coerced, blackmailed, promised debts be paid off in return for their services. Most have worked for Jonton less than a year. One worked under him for 7 years and had never saw Jonton and had a warped image of him. This suspect knew he was stuck under Jonton's servitude for the rest of his life under the pretense that he would get the money to pay off his house.
Jonton allegedly organized and orchestrated the Mauville Attack. He acquired the blueprints of the Underground Energy System (UES) of Mauville and had planned to sabotage a specific converter. This converter has been verified to be the one that was sabotaged in the attack. Numbers are speculative, but it's believed at least 46 individuals were involved in the attack. We have captured and verified the involvement of 27 culprits at this time. Investigations and searches continue to find the remaining individuals involved in the attack.
Preliminary background checks verify the ways in which they were exploited by Jonton. Lesser sentencing is being discussed.
UPDATE: lesser sentences have been granted as new information has been discovered. Threat of family and loved ones being murdered kept culprits to continue to work with Jonton. Evidence found that verifies Jonton has ordered or carried out the murder of families and those under him.
Take all precautions when dealing with Jonton. Evidence suggests a deranged and dangerous individual. Sociopathic and/or psychopathic tendencies have been speculated per our Psychology Department and hired 3rd-party experts. The number of murders Jonton has committed or has ordered number above 100. With the attack on Mauville City, he is also capable of ordering a terrorist attack on Hoenn that can and does have a massive impact on the whole of the country.


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REPORT# 032: SLATEPORT JUNKYARD
SAGOOD: Brawler's Ring discovered. No known connection to Jonton.
SAMARTHAN: Jonton had a meeting with the leader of the Ring, "Dicky." To follow up later.
SAIRSIO: Follow-up: Feud between Jonton and Dicky. Jonton forced them to shelter him. Jonton killed several Brawlers to gain shelter. Any traces were covered up by Dicky and Brawlers.
SABARTIMUS: Junkyard no longer safehouse. Brawlers vs. Jonton - Brawler win. Rangers keep out of Brawler's business? VERIFIED - SLATEPORT JUNKYARD ACCESS DENIED

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REPORT# 109: FALLARBOR TOWN
SAIRSIO: Small cabin just outside Fallarbor was used as safehouse for 1 week. Difficult to locate and get to.
SABALOY: Safehouse used for 1 week. Several individuals acting as security for him and the area. No secure entry.
SABARLEY: Jonton seen shopping in Fallarbor. No reaction from locals. Trailed by several of his security team. No secure approach.

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REPORT# 122: CENTRAL DESERT
SAJATOLIA: Rumors of safehouse in Central Desert. No access. Not found.
SACRANE: Safehouse used for 2 months. Must be bunker. Needs verification.
SANADIE: Bunker VERIFIED
SAHURK: Bunker is old Rangers base renovated for their needs. High-power weaponry and explosives. 6 Bunk rooms with 40 people: FULL

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REPORT# 183: ROUTE 123
SAANDERS: Base of operations. Access denied. Deep in woods to north of trail.
SAMARTHAN: Large log cabin. Number of people suggests large underground base. Access denied.
SABALOY: Log cabin appears as normal residence. Secret door leading down to elaborate underground base that houses at least 100. Small arms and explosives found.
SAHURK: Base is larger than CENTRAL DESERT. More arms. Higher security.

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REPORT# 274: ROUTE 130
SAVERIS: Safehouse found on a small island south of Sootopolis. Waters are heavily guarded.
SAGOOD: 5 bodyguards in the safehouse at all times. 15 guards around waters at all times.

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REPORT# 333: SOUTHERN ISLAND
SAGOOD: Rumors of a source located on Southern Island. Southern Island protected land? VERIFIED
SABARLEY: Rumors of resources on Southern Island. Request Southern Island be investigated. GRANTED
SANADIE: No people or resources found on Southern Island. [REPORT# 336]

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REPORT# 336: SOUTHERN ISLAND
Team Lead: Admiral Quincy
Team: Captain Dusk, Captain Jillion, Captain Ingus, Corporal Portman, Corporal Regal, Corporal Newman, Commander Tracker, Sergeant Mardium
Started 03:00. Finished 15:00. Performed full sweep of island. Found no traces of human or Pokemon activity. Found no signs of disturbance to flora. Kept search under 12 hours per protocol.

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REPORT# 021: SOUTHERN ISLAND
Southern Island has no native fauna. No civilization found on Southern Island. [FLORA] appears highly sensitive to human and Pokemon interactions and disturbances. The [CAMP] that was set up killed everything in the immediate area due to human and Pokemon traffic as well as the change in sunlight exposure. Flora is large and vibrant and their scents are pungent. No flora found to have thorns or spikes or any other kinds of defenses. All plants are edible with many proving highly nutritious.
Due to the findings in this and all other related reports, Southern Island is to be treated as
[HIGHLY PROTECTED].

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KEWORD: HIGHLY PROTECTED
Locations considered "Highly Protected" are deemed entirely inhospitable, highly dangerous, have acutely fragile ecosystems, or a combination of any of those three. Areas deemed "Highly Protected" are barred to the public and protected by the Pokemon League and the Pokemon Rangers. Trespassing by civilians or League Officials or Ranger Officials will lead to incarceration and fines up to $3,000,000. Incarceration does not expire with the life of the perpetrator and will extend to those who knew of the crime and/or abetted said crime, where possible. These fines do not expire with the life of the perpetrator and will extend to those who knew of the crime and/or abetted said crime, where possible.
Highly Protected Locations:

FORETREE JUNGLE [REPORT# 005]
SEAFLOOR CAVERN [REPORT# 009]
SKY PILLAR [REPORT# 013]
SOUTHERN ISLAND [REPORT# 021]

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REPORT# 626: RUSTBORO WHARF
SAVERIS: Rustboro Wharf is closed to the public. Jonton believes his step-mother is trying to lock him out of the city as they both know that's the only place he could easily hide. Are Rangers allowed to enter or investigate the Wharf? DENIED
SAGOOD: Fairfax closed Wharf and all operations therein. Gates have been closed and locked. No sounds can be heard from the outside. Access to Rustboro Wharf? DENIED
SAJATOLIA: Jonton has a base at the Wharf. He only accesses it via ship under the cover of night. Ranger access to Rustboro coast? DENIED
SAHAWLY: Jonton will be at the Rustboro Wharf May 17th. Security will be increased. Verify Wharf has been closed for 2 years. VERIFIED

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KEYWORD: PISCES
No results found.

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KEYWORD: GOREBYSS
Captain Urias Partner: Gorebyss
Captain Athoria Partner: Gorebyss
Captain Ishmal Partner: Gorebyss
Commander Pranter Partner: Gorebyss, Clamperl
Commander Grant Partner: Gorebyss
Commander Reed Partner: Gorebyss
Commander Tairosa Partner: Gorebyss, Milotic
Admiral Quincy: Gorebyss, Octillery, Bibaricle
Locations Found: Route 131, Route 132, Route 133, ...

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KEYWORD: HUNTAIL
Captain Jumery Partner: Huntail
Captain Darcey Partner: Huntail
Commander Cortre Partner: Huntail, Tirtouga
Commander Feather Partner: Huntail, Staru
Commander Breaker Partner: Huntail, Gyarados
Admiral Porter Partner: Huntail, Sharpedo
Locations Found: Route 131, Route 132, Route 133, ...

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KEYWORD: JIRACHI
No Results Found.

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KEYWORD:

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@morethan It's open-world sandbox.

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