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A STUDY OF ... a failed journey . the metallic heart . guinea pig for the greater good . an unready bond . beyond human . addiction . formality within brutality . giving privacy for sake of security . the international police . patient zero . the hound that bites .

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ouutis would have bitten, if they were nohbdy. to have an instinct to bite as an untrained hound might. or worse, a targeted attack; to smell the stench of an enemy and bite down until it bled and then gushed out to it's finality.

something about kendria; they did not desire to bite down upon this one. their teeth were sharpened, but not for her. hidden behind the gums as a sharpedo might; till it was too late and those daggers bit down and sunk hidden fangs into it's prey. she was not prey; even if they were undeniably the predator in the room.

they did not move their gaze to focus onto kennie, they stared off into nothing, standoffish; but that was normal for them. they were affectionate in their stillness, in the words that echoed from their throat to compliment the other. it was in their motionlessness, that they were the most relaxed and peaceful. how often did a hunting dog get to rest? to lie on a couch with someone they were overwhelmingly charmed by.

" deserve is an odd word to use. why do you think i deserve it? " finally, their eyes are the only thing to move, silver irises pointed towards her, and thick slit pupils like their own pokemon's dilated and staring in an almost innocent plea.

" if nothing else, i deserve your teases. they bring me something...close to joy, i believe. i hope they do the same to you. "

@rankingtwentysix // cont.

#ic.#smiles #rankingtwentysix

glucovoile

ㅤ it's one of those days marsha considered getting her nose pierced, just because she can't bare to think about anything else. it was rainy. lazing under a cafe awning, watching the water run off it in thick streams. she'd've packed an umbrella if she remembered it was going to be this way today, a few others hug their arms & say it'll pass soon, just ten mote minutes. so marsha waits.

ㅤ the sun's no where in sight but the atmosphere darkens with the fading afternoon. marsha ought to go back to the main building, report back a whole lot of nothing & go home. not every day can be sunshine & rainbows, you can only appreciate it after the gloom... bullshit.

ㅤ her attention focuses on the toothpick that glides underneath her nails to pick out dirt. consider it lucky that someone touches her before she moved onto the next nail. marsha jolts. tries to shrug off their hand, met with a grip that constricts. her head whips around to the owner⸻ a stranger. lips draw back in a scowl, toothpick falls from her hand in favor of pushing that hand off of her.

ㅤ "were you raised in a barn? when you want to approach a lady, try salut, madamoiselle! don't go around grabbing people!" especially not her! why, she oughta... threats quell with the question. her distaste, far from gone from her face, softens at the nose. marsha adjusts her hair, leans back in her seat, & gestures to the open chair before her.

ㅤ "yes, i am. sit down. i have a few questions for you, too."

nullist

" i do not think i will do that. "

the gesture had already been done, and as soon as attention was proved to be grabbed and they had no worry about this one attempting to run off; they released their grip and moved to sit. they sat with a straight back and one leg crossed over the other. they did not move their gaze off of marsha. this was not about pleasantries, this was about information--obtaining what they needed for the job, and then leaving.

they did not wish to turn this into an interrogation.

and yet upon hearing that she had questions for them, they raised their brow a bit, then leaned back in their seat, and let their expression relax to an empty bliss. a brief aloofness to the otherwise blunt nature they had set themself up to have for this interaction.

" you may ask, but i am not guaranteed to answer. " was it hypocritical, what they were about to say? yes, most definitely. they did not care, however. until they knew the intention of rust syndicate, they were allowed this attitude. if it was deserving of their respect, they would provide it. that, had not been earned yet.

" you, however, are expected to answer my questions. please, provide your query. "

#AJISOFAOJIJIOSFJIO #ouutis v plink. anyway. doing my job.#ic.#glucovoile

llifetime

ㅤ cigarette between her teeth, mable leans into the flame, fingers curl against it to ensure it burns bright. tip aglow, mable stands straight. inhales... lifts the cigarette from her mouth, lips pursing around what niceties she could disregard with.

ㅤ "something like that," smoke wisps from her mouth, exhales from her nose, "yeah." company entices confessions mable doesn't need to plead. there's a warmth in her chest now; it favors sharing something in return for what they gave her. her heel toes at gravel between stone bricks. "it's the pokémon. they're not going to survive for long with the way things are headed. either that, or they supernaturally adapt & breed a new species."

nullist

as soon as mable's own was lit, they lit their own. one might think someone with a mechanical heart would avoid damaging their other organs--and yet, here they were, risking their still very fleshy lungs. it would be fine, if it was necessary; they were quite sure that those at interpol would be glad to test something new on them. they always were. instead, ouutis simply leaned back and listened, giving a slow nod as they breathed out wisps of smoke from their nostrils.

" not going to survive for long. how long do you believe that will be? till they are no longer capable. "

ouutis could not say they understood too well the logistics of it all. despite being raised by two scientists, it wasn't exactly something they paid too much mind to beyond what was necessary. they did not mind being told, or just being a rock to talk towards.

" and how might you form a solution, mh? "

#ic.#llifetime #tw smoking

rankingtwentysix

their blanket had been splayed out and pillows laid on the sea of green grass. the sun beat down on them, but the shade of the oran tree above them protected them from the heat. a few feet away was a speaker, dreamy melodies setting the soundtrack for their outing. it had been a pleasant one, thus far.

at least, kendria had thought so. it could be difficult to read ouutis' expressions. while there were other ways to puzzle out their feelings, a frown or a smile simplified things quite a bit, didn't it? not that she got many smiles out of them, but they kept coming back to her whenever they were in the region anyways, so they must not hate being around her.

so it's only natural when kendria grins at the sight of the smallest uptick in at the corners of their lips, wants to draw it out over and over again, as brief as it was.

she inches forward from where she's laying on her stomach, reaches out to find their hand and squeeze it in hers. they are so fascinating to her: their honesty, their understated sweetness, their distance, all of it just makes wants kendria want to pull them closer. tease it apart, see what makes them tick, see if she can toy with it.

"i think it makes you look very sweet. y'know, i like the grouch look, but i like knowing i can make you smile, even if it's for, like… point-zero-four seconds." but what a great .04 seconds it had been. she rolls onto her back and looks up at them, hand now reaching up to play with the white tips of their hair.

"i'd say you should smile more, but you probably have to seem super tough for work, right?"

nullist

even as their expression returned to that same sharp straight line, their eyes still showed a glint of light it sometimes seemed to lack. a glimpse of joy or even affection towards another living thing. they didn't hate her, far from it. she was a kind of charming that they could not quite put their finger upon--surely they had met others who were similar; and yet here they were. staring far too long to just be keeping eye contact.

interpol did not allow so much relaxation on a daily basis; it was all work, all training, all occupational requirements. they were the hound to be commanded--if their higher ups desired them to bark, to run, to chase, to kill; they had. yet here, those did not seem to apply. it was simply being a person. when was the last time they had only been a person? these times with kendria were exceptions, a rest between walking upon hot coals to keep themself up. a constant engine of electricity running through their heart, allowed to slow and cool.

how funny, it was a warmth in a way, one they were not used to.

" how specific a number. did you time it, kennie? in your head; expecting it to last longer. "

it was a tease, in a way, even if ouutis's voice allowed it to be played rather straight. ouutis was capable of fluctuating their tone...but they took effort, took dishonest acting. this was not nohbody now, this was somebody, to kennie. they did not wish to fake for her; they were sure she would know. to be aloof, was as close to truthful they could be about themself without scaring her.

" i am told my strength is inherent, i could smile more. although would that not be rather, hm...'goofy'? i would not want to arrest someone with a smile. "

#ic.#rankingtwentysix

" you know, i believe you are getting better at the braid. it feels somewhat tight, you may try again, if you would like to. "

@rankingtwentysix // here take this

#rankingtwentysix #ily #ic.#verse. main.

llifetime

✱⸻⸻ @nullist

ㅤ new data scrolls onto her screen from a trainer just recruited. they found pidgies of two different sizes in the same area. compared to the data of pidgies found by all trainers in that area, it is standard that they are a small to medium size based on all the pidgies in lumiose. however, pidgies & other avian pokémon with an inclination toward urbanization tend to be smaller in cities than forests for a number of reasons, one being access to food appropriate to their diet, another being how easily their wingspan falls victim to motor vehicles. broadly speaking, a small pidgey in wild zone one is smaller than a small pidgey in kanto’s route one.

ㅤ the importance of catching multiple samples of the same species is exactly this: to compare the sizes of pokémon all over the world & find what factors influence these changes. with the amount of pokémon flocking to lumoise city, in a migration abnormal to anything before recorded, this data is especially important. mable being at the head of all this information, temporarily, is a permanent thorn in her side. there’s no telling when someone else will come along to better fill her position & what that transition process would look like. one of many frustrations that tense her shoulders this morning, hunching over her laptop, staring at bell curves, wondering when her time is up. why can’t they establish her permanently? if she has to wait until her probationary period is over, then…

ㅤ the elevator dings. mable leans back in her seat & closes her eyes. takes a deep breath to soften her worries until after this interaction is over. these footsteps are heavy, slow. unlike any of her researchers or volunteers, quick & peppy, nervous. eyes wait at the edge of her divider, settling on the person who walks into view. sharply dressed, clean, a stranger to all accessible knowledge. it’s their sharp appearance that waters a seed of dread in her chest, blooming almost instantly once they stop before her desk. kalosians have a gait specific to… ourselves. whether a wealthy tourist or something larger, mable swallows anticipation to smile, interlace her fingers over her stomach & look up at her guest, still seated.

ㅤ ㅤ“morning. what brings you here?”

nullist

team flare. there was a lingering sensation of guilt when they were in kalos; a guilt well hidden behind an otherwise emotionless expression. ouutis had worked in kalos before; after all, the international police had their headquarters in the region. yet, they hadn't caught the threat of flare until it was far too late--left to pick up the pieces in the aftermath. now, even after five years, the clean up continued in a variety of different ways. let it be keeping an eye on assets such as team flare nouveau--assuring it doesn't morph into another problem as its predecessors had been. or keeping an eye on tracked factors.

most of what occurred in lumiose was handled by the mayor, or the police department. on occasion, however, interpol was allowed to step in. more, they required a hand to be dipped into the water to assure the current beneath wasn't too much for local matters to attend to.

ouutis kept their own feelings beneath the mask of blunt nothingness. no matter how they felt of the position this one was given; it could not be allowed to show. they could give benefit of the doubt to the possible benevolence in the act of going for a plea--even if they assumed it was partially through selfishness at not being stuck in a prison cell like the others. it reminded them so vaguely of that fool of a plasma scientist. an annoying pest they had the displeasure of keeping a firm eye on.

this, they assumed, was less hands-on. better, in their opinion. nohbdy would not become a babysitter for scientists that had taken the wrong path.

" the international police has brought me here, acting director. " straightforward in their response as they walked in front of the desk, then halted with the militant sharpness of a well trained hound.

" i am here to assure you are no longer a threat, and that you are well placed in your position to actually be benefiting this city. "

#ic.#llifetime

mezaster

an acknowledging nod to the hound from both satoshi & pikachu, ever upon his shoulder, some wonder in the gazes newly recognizing the pokémon ... but the kantonian has to laugh at ouutis' add - on.

❛ hah, nah, i'm good, but even i can't sweep a season with fewer than three pokémon, no way !! ❜ ( maybe if he didn't insist on acquiring rookies with each circuit challenged ... ) but, no, even with pikachu a mainstay in all his battles since the very first, it's never been a forgone conclusion like with the likes of ouutis, or tobias who spurred on the hunt for their archived battles to start. & the not - yet - agent was fresh into the battling world when they did it. the comparison just doesn't click, satoshi still has a ways to go even now.

still, near plural decades may have passed, but fundamentals remain bone - deep, a lesson learned from many friends & rivals whose paths have gone elsewhere. ❛ but a battler stays a battler, whatever they move on to, i know that much. i'm sure you could still give the best of 'em a run for their money. i can get why you don't, though. ❜ he has to assume it's mostly the interpol thing, but, a kid's heart gives out mid - mega - evolution & they're never on the battle scene again ?? he can only imagine the full deal of it, but he believes he gets the gist.

another look to the agent's partner, & he can tell there's still fight deep in there for the battle near two decades ago, fight that never got used, that's perched right ... there ... satoshi himself still has some fight lodged in his throat from the times his synchronizations with gekkouga fell apart — he's not sure he'll ever dislodge it, though it's felt close at times. a question tumbles out before he can really think about it. ❛ have you tried mega - evolving since ?? sorry, just ... wonderin'. ❜

nullist

" the amount of pokemon does not really matter. it is your bond; and you, have quite the bond with your pokemon. "

they remembered watching the battles with greninja--they recalled the feeling in their chest from a metallic heart; a worry for the health of another. then relief, when horrid anger at the idea that someone would be allowed to do something so dangerous and keep doing it, no matter how many times they fell. it was pride, in a way, mixed with a protective gaze and a want for the other to be okay. perhaps, in a way, ouutis saw themself in him--the circumstances were certainly similar. they remembered feeling the rush as they watched the kalos league. a rush that they might desire to battle again.

washed away by the memory that they were no longer fit for that stress. then, maybe they were--how many years had passed, now? their heart full of problems gone and replaced with one that would surely be watching over them. the feeling of the automaton that battled alongside them, now within them where their own body had failed.

" i am not exactly a trainer anymore. not to the level i was, i do not think. "

even as they said it, they didn't really believe it. there was being rusty to a skill, and being a pokemon master. one didn't just lose that instinct, that battling spirit, that bond. they had never been more fit; trained their body to the limit through interpol and beyond thanks to whatever experiments they needed to have done. to be the best, to be able to handle any situation. even so, there was stiffness in their posture at the question.

" no. i have not tried, since. i am recommended to not, as we do not know how my new heart can handle it, nor if houndoom is ready for it. even now. "

#ic.#mezaster #sniles sneetly