The Aegis Refuge

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[aegiswhite]

archaeopods:

I only asked for enough to cover the boat ride. Can’t afford Poké Balls.

That’s... what I thought.

[aegiswhite]

archaeopods:

Itsa Pinsir!

A Pinsir! That’s excelle--

...

Leto... you didn’t happen to take some Poké Balls with you on your journey to Alola, did you?

[aegiswhite]

archaeopods:

I caught the Bug!

Already? That was awfully fast. What bug did you manage to catch there?

[aegiswhite]

archaeopods:

I can’t. I can’t afford a second ticket.

Ah.

[aegiswhite]

archaeopods:

…There is a possibility that happened.

Please get back on the boat and come home.

[aegiswhite]

archaeopods:

We’ve touched down in Alola!

...Leto, as your uncle and temporary legal guardian, I’m obliged to ask you; did you borrow that money so that you could travel to a distant region, where you know nobody, have no home, and have put no research into the wild Pokémon you may encounter there?

[defragmentary]

“So lemme get this straight. Y'want me to go find some random woman nobody knows, possibly an Affinite, definitely dangerous, an’ jus’ ask her what she’s up to?”

“That is about the jist of it, yes.” Perion confirmed, eyes closed as he prepared for the complaint that was inevitably going to follow.

“Aight then, sure thing, lemme just whip out th’ ol’ Anti-Affinite gloves an– oh wait, I ain’t got those, I got a pair’ve regular gloves an’ a nice-lookin’ uniform that’ll probably get shot t'shit.” “And also a Pokémon team entirely comprised of Ground-types.”

“…aight. Yeah. An’ that too.” Kurt admitted, annoyed that Perion was actually starting to make sense. “Y'couldn’t send another Affinite to deal with this? I kinda gotta start training fer the physicals if I wanna get this new job off th’ ground…” “Unfortunately, Aegis might be asked to help with this sort of thing, but we don’t have enough members that we can just send out a perfect counter-type to every Affinite that turns up. She’s thought to be Electric-type, and if that’s true, the closest we have to a counter would just be another Electric-type. Letting something like this come down purely to skill could well end in disaster, especially if a confrontation occurs inside a city’s limits.”

“Augh, fine, aight, y'talkin’ sense, I get it.” Kurt sighed. “I’ll get on it, but I’m tellin’ ya I think there’s a better fit somewhere.”

Without another word, Kurt left the office. To say that he left in a bad mood would be a severe understatement; that much Perion could tell easily.

“I sure hope whatever instructor that boy gets knows what they’re getting into…”