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♟—- What more could be said about his schedule than it was another routine day of afternoon area patrol. He'd situated himself on a wide, sturdy tree branch, watching the path that eventually lead to the gates of Accumula farther west. Captain sat atop the same tree, enjoying the breeze that brushed against his feathers. The grunt yawned. Rarely did patrol checks result in anything exciting.
Just as his body threatened sleep, Dedric caught a glimpse of turquoise locks and the familiar scarlet "R" from afar. What was the man's name? Was it Arthur?...Archie...? Armin? No, it couldn't be....Ah! It was Archer! The grunt hadn't said a word or moved from his post. Instead, he mentally wondered to himself, 'What business does he have here in Unova?' Of course, Team Rocket wasn't unheard of. It wasn't like the Plasma organization was living under a rock. Some of the other grunts came from foreign regions; thus, their own stories diffused to the more local grunts who were not so familiar with foreign organizations. he name "Team Rocket" in particular arose rather often among the groups.
Personally, Dedric wasn't fond of Team Rocket. Rather, they disgusted him, for a lack of a gentler term. However, when his mind wanders that way, his second thought would be: "How are we any better?" Therefore in the end, he would just end the questions there, swallow his pride, and remain ambivalent on the topic. He knew he didn't have much of a right to say anything in opposition.
If Archer had something to discuss with Lord Ghetsis, then Dedric could relay the message. Though, it would be odd. In addition to that, he wouldn't expect himself to be very motivated. He waited, deciding whether or not he should notify anyone just yet.
