#shockinglyhandsome

Sure thing! Volkner’s back on the Masterlist!

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       all things considered, spark was loving sinnoh. yes, it was the region where mystic thrived above all else  ( blegh. spark loved blanche with all of his heart, but their research was boring and his and candela’s were way cooler. or... not cooler, because they had a thing for ice, and him and candela were both more—you know what? this is an irrelevant tangent ). but there were little pockets of places where instinct prevailed! honestly, he was proud of his team. small and antagonized as they were. almost every gym along routes 209 and 210 were under instinct control, and faced very little competition, and lately, the gyms around sunyshore had fallen under near-constant instinct occupation.

       he had just walked into town from a visit to lake valor when he noticed the gym by the snorlax rock had just been taken over by his team, and hey, why not pay the lucky victor a visit? he walked up, only starting to survey the area as he shouted a  “ yo, instinct, what up, fam?”  what he didn’t expect to see was volkner himself hanging out.

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     Sunyshore isn’t quite what Falkner expected. Built out of the coastline, it expanded into the waters with stilts and bridges, lined with golden beaches. It’s oddly comforting, in a way — the unending horizon, for once unobscured by a tree line or distant ruins. And the SMELL ; sharp brine and warm sand. A refreshing change from all-too-familiar lake moss and, he glances back over his shoulder, the hum of a crowd.

     He’d dipped out at the earliest break in the conference. Falkner didn’t dislike the yearly international League meetings — he’d been in the circuit long enough to know a significant portion of the gym leaders and elites, but he wouldn’t deny that sheer numbers became quickly OVERWHELMING.

     His toes dig into the sand, arms hugging his knees to his chest so he can rest his chin. Wingulls circle overhead and scurry along the shoreline. Their beaks dig open the wet sand as each wave retreats, digging for food in the only seconds-long gaps. The slice of beach had appeared fairly secluded by virtue of no one else being in the immediate vicinity, but —

I like your spark, Volkner! Why don’t you head on over to the Masterlist and dazzle everyone? 

Welcome aboard!

Sure thing! Have our shining star ready to shock us all by 8/6!