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- Aug 17, 2025
There was a particular gym in the region that was special in ways that people both knew and didn't know. It was the sort of gym where one could go to get a badge, as was the usual reason for a gym to exist, but it was also the sort of place that took in Pokemon that a trainer could no longer take care of. Pokemon that got too big, too wild, were things that young trainers just couldn't handle.
The gym was set away from the big city, a nice place out in the country that would allow those rehomed Pokemon to run around in a more natural area. They were well taken care of by the staff that ran the place, the Pokemon would be safe there, loved, and one day if they were lucky they would find new trainers that could take them on. At least that was what all of the pamphlets that he'd been given had said.
One of those papers was currently clutched tight enough in the hands of a man that was stepping off of the bus that it was getting crumpled up. His hands were delicate hands, those that suggested that he didn't do manual labor. His fingernails were painted black at the moment save for the middle fingers which were each a deep, crimson red instead. It drew more attention when he flipped someone off that way. Something that Morgan wouldn't admit that he did more often then he should.
His dark eyes were ripped off of the now half ruined piece of paper that he'd been reading and rereading during the long bus trip from the city. He drew in a deep breath, lifted his head high, and started walking forward as though toward his own execution. He repeated in his head the words that he was told to say to the one at the desk. He also kept in mind the manner in which he was supposed to say the words as well. Curt, cold, detached in a way that he didn't feel.
The bus stop was some distance from where the gym was actually located and the sound of dirt and gravel under his thick soled boots sounded foreign to him. He wasn't one that got out into nature much these days. That sort of thing was saved for when one was younger... or when one was more adventurous. Morgan was neither. He was in his mid-twenties and he had far too much on his place to go on adventures anymore.
He was dressed nicely today. He already knew that the ones he was going to talk to were going to think poorly of him so he might as well try to present himself in a manner that normally he wouldn't bother with save for a few special occasions. He was dressed in tight black jeans that had some decorative rips along the shins and the sides of his upper thighs, a deep red turtleneck that went up to his chin with long sleeves. The sleeves were tight to the elbow where they flared out into bell sleeves and fell to mid hand when his arms hung at his sides. It was obvious, given the warmer weather that came along with the beginning of summer, that he was trying to cover as much of himself as possible. As to why, that was impossible to say.
Once he finally reached the gym he gave it all a once over, took another breath, and headed inside.
Just inside the receptionist, a handsome young beta, stood up from where he was sitting, playing with a few little Pokemon that scattered instantly, and turned to Morgan, "Ah! Welcome! Here for a gym challenge? I can get things set up if you are." He offered.
Morgan shook his head, his dark locks of hair falling half into his eyes, "No." He hadn't gotten any badges from this region he realized. He'd gotten all of his back home in Hoenn. He'd moved here a while back because there was a big city with "plenty of work for someone like him". Someone that had more debt then he'd like to admit.
"I came for your other service. I find that I can no longer deal with my Pokemon. They got far too big for my apartment. I heard you will take them in." He stepped forward and shoved a trio of Pokeballs into his hands, "Here. Don't let them out until I'm gone or else they will follow me and that will just be a hassle."
Be cold, be curt, leave no room for argument.
He turned on his heel then, stalking toward the door now.
Alexander dropped his gaze to the three Pokeballs that he held. All of them the sort of balls that just didn't suit the man in the dark garb. A Love Ball, a Luxury Ball, and a Primier Ball, all pretty and brightly colored unlike the man himself. He came and went like the wind but there was something about him that didn't sit right with Alexander. Something that was confirmed when he released the trio of Pokemon.
A Sylveon in the Love Ball, an Umbreon in the Luxury Ball, and a Lopunny in the Primier Ball... all Pokemon that could only evolve if someone loved them and they loved their trainer. He recalled the trio and rushed deeper into the gym, calling for some of the other workers. There was time still before the next bus would arrive. It would give him time to get people together to go and talk to the gothic man.
The gym was set away from the big city, a nice place out in the country that would allow those rehomed Pokemon to run around in a more natural area. They were well taken care of by the staff that ran the place, the Pokemon would be safe there, loved, and one day if they were lucky they would find new trainers that could take them on. At least that was what all of the pamphlets that he'd been given had said.
One of those papers was currently clutched tight enough in the hands of a man that was stepping off of the bus that it was getting crumpled up. His hands were delicate hands, those that suggested that he didn't do manual labor. His fingernails were painted black at the moment save for the middle fingers which were each a deep, crimson red instead. It drew more attention when he flipped someone off that way. Something that Morgan wouldn't admit that he did more often then he should.
His dark eyes were ripped off of the now half ruined piece of paper that he'd been reading and rereading during the long bus trip from the city. He drew in a deep breath, lifted his head high, and started walking forward as though toward his own execution. He repeated in his head the words that he was told to say to the one at the desk. He also kept in mind the manner in which he was supposed to say the words as well. Curt, cold, detached in a way that he didn't feel.
The bus stop was some distance from where the gym was actually located and the sound of dirt and gravel under his thick soled boots sounded foreign to him. He wasn't one that got out into nature much these days. That sort of thing was saved for when one was younger... or when one was more adventurous. Morgan was neither. He was in his mid-twenties and he had far too much on his place to go on adventures anymore.
He was dressed nicely today. He already knew that the ones he was going to talk to were going to think poorly of him so he might as well try to present himself in a manner that normally he wouldn't bother with save for a few special occasions. He was dressed in tight black jeans that had some decorative rips along the shins and the sides of his upper thighs, a deep red turtleneck that went up to his chin with long sleeves. The sleeves were tight to the elbow where they flared out into bell sleeves and fell to mid hand when his arms hung at his sides. It was obvious, given the warmer weather that came along with the beginning of summer, that he was trying to cover as much of himself as possible. As to why, that was impossible to say.
Once he finally reached the gym he gave it all a once over, took another breath, and headed inside.
Just inside the receptionist, a handsome young beta, stood up from where he was sitting, playing with a few little Pokemon that scattered instantly, and turned to Morgan, "Ah! Welcome! Here for a gym challenge? I can get things set up if you are." He offered.
Morgan shook his head, his dark locks of hair falling half into his eyes, "No." He hadn't gotten any badges from this region he realized. He'd gotten all of his back home in Hoenn. He'd moved here a while back because there was a big city with "plenty of work for someone like him". Someone that had more debt then he'd like to admit.
"I came for your other service. I find that I can no longer deal with my Pokemon. They got far too big for my apartment. I heard you will take them in." He stepped forward and shoved a trio of Pokeballs into his hands, "Here. Don't let them out until I'm gone or else they will follow me and that will just be a hassle."
Be cold, be curt, leave no room for argument.
He turned on his heel then, stalking toward the door now.
Alexander dropped his gaze to the three Pokeballs that he held. All of them the sort of balls that just didn't suit the man in the dark garb. A Love Ball, a Luxury Ball, and a Primier Ball, all pretty and brightly colored unlike the man himself. He came and went like the wind but there was something about him that didn't sit right with Alexander. Something that was confirmed when he released the trio of Pokemon.
A Sylveon in the Love Ball, an Umbreon in the Luxury Ball, and a Lopunny in the Primier Ball... all Pokemon that could only evolve if someone loved them and they loved their trainer. He recalled the trio and rushed deeper into the gym, calling for some of the other workers. There was time still before the next bus would arrive. It would give him time to get people together to go and talk to the gothic man.
