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Vexis quickly hurried into the room when the sound of something exploding happened. His eyes scanning the room before landing on Giovanni.

“Boss??? Are you good?” He watches the mob boss carefully, then glances around the lab noting the psychic type in the enclosure nearby seemed to have knocked its self out.  Lab equipment had been jolted around, and some of the pokeballs displays had been knocked out, but other then that things looked normal. Except something felt OFF.

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Kyvos kept his Eyes Pasted on Giovanni, Soon Sighing Quietly as he Glanced in the Same Direction as him. He didn't Expect a Response, as it Processed on his Mind that Giovanni didn't Hear him. However, Upon Hearing the Sweet Simple Response, he Looked back at the Other Man.

"When the snake is Fairy-type, obviously." Giovanni had no interest in such foolish questions--snapping at Archer while barely turning to spare him a glance.

Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer.

At least, Archer should be used to it, given Giovanni's general mood ever since that kid had started bumbling around.

“All things have weakness, all things can erode in time. “When did we become so naïve to judge an adversary by appearance?”

A pause.  He adjusted his hat, but did not turn.

“A hard lesson in life and war, but, sometimes all there is to do is to give up.”

Archer likely deserves the short quip, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. It smacks of petulance of the worst kind and it doesn’t suit his superior in the slightest. This is not the man he chose to follow. Not this pretender in a suit who looks remarkably like the man he once knew. Where had the fire gone? Where had the rage? 

“You are the greatest trainer in the world.”

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a compliment, some pathetic attempt to bolster the man’s confidence or win his favor. Merely a statement of fact. It was, in Archer’s mind, the truth. Nothing more.

Normally, CURIE never left the comfort of Angelure Town... Never went to other parts of Tandor. Not after all the trouble she had caused in years past. She saw no reason to really go out. If someone wanted to see her, they could simply come to the island, find her that way.

But today was different. And by that- it meant Urayne was absolutely insistent that she go to the mainland. Both found themselves along the pathways of Maskara Island, remaining in the more forested areas- well.. CURIE was, really. She preferred to observe from afar... Unlike Urayne. Their time with her child has made them quite the outgoing individual.

And speaking of them... Urayne had split away from their master, zipping in and out of threes, and came to an immediate halt on the main pathway, catching sight of a peculiar individual. Man in suit... 

“I think you’re in the wrong place buddy.”

Spring brought early mornings - it’s arrival beckoned the northern sun to rise ever sooner. It brought reprieve from the pitch-black mornings of winter, a season which Palmer rightfully dreaded.

Sometimes Palmer questioned why his facilities had been built so far north - where the extreme latitude brought six hours of daylight in the winter and six hours of darkness in the summer - but there was nothing he could do about it now. No amount of money, power, nor influence could move the sun, after all.

At least these spring months gave a sweet spot of normalcy between the two extremes. It made his early-morning walk around the Frontier grounds that much nicer.

To make sure that the Frontier would be ready when it opened for the day, Palmer had a simple checklist in his mind : Make sure nobody had tagged anything with graffiti, make sure the night crew hadn’t missed cleaning anything, and make sure that no wild Pokémon had managed to set up in the night. For that last task, Palmer’s Rhyperior trailed shortly behind him, her eyes scanning for any signs of wildlife that she would need to force back into the wilderness.

( Sinnoh’s Frontier was in wildlife territory, after all. More than once has Palmer had to chase off a mama Ursaring or wild Luxray who had stumbled onto the property. )

So, as Palmer turned the corner around the perimeter wall of the property, he found himself stopped in his tracks. It was barely 5 in the morning, yet there was another soul stood at the gates. This wasn’t an overeager young trainer impatient for the facilities to open, nor was this one of his employees who had forgotten their keys - this was a face he didn’t recognize at all. And, while he hated to assume things about people based on their appearance, this person didn’t exactly seem like the type of person to get involved in battles. What was this guy even doing here?

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Time and space were starting to whip around them and coalesce as Karen watched wide eyed realizing as their counter to the red chain was working. Her theory was correct, use a different power to correct the one of time and space however he had now gathered that power in the form of the plates and was holding it, staring it. All of it was in his hands, the power to rewrite anything he wanted. In that change something, change anything.

However in changing the past the future would be undone.

"Doing what you think is right and what's actually is right is two different thing Gio, you know that."

She reminded starting to try to pry the tangrowth's arms off her. Grunting and straining with all of her might she pushed and pulled desperate to get the pokemon to release her as her fists pounded on the vegetative arms. He wasn't moving yet, he was still deciding. There was time to change his mind, she just had to reach him. Whether it was physically or verbally she could reach him, she had to.

"Come on listen to me you know this isn't it! You KNOW this isn't it, LOOK at me! What would Silver tell you?"