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Fandom PokéSync: Team Delinquent (Private)

Bus Stop, Fight Area – Battle Zone


Draven Davidson
Interactions: Nathanael, Zera Quinn
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Draven looked at Nate with some confusion. He noticed him returning his strange Zorua (he's only seen the black and red kinds, so seeing a Zorua white and fluffy had him wondering if it was a new variant or if it was just using its Illusion to look different). Studying Nate's face, he noticed clear signs of exhaustion.

Did something happen to his Zorua?

He hesitantly reached over to pat him on the shoulder. "Hey, Nate. You okay?" He looked at the bus that arrived, then back at Nate. "Let's get you sitting down. You're not looking too good." Concern filled his words. Their third teammate wasn't already looking too well, but he wondered if it was the Synchro Bond with his Zorua. Whenever his Hoothoot got angry and wanted to fight, he found his own Fortitude dwindle.

If Nate needed it, Draven will help him into the bus. Otherwise, he'll leave him alone if he wanted distance.

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9:33 a.m. – July 1st
 
Fight Area – Battle Zone





The feeling of eyes on her wasn't exactly new as she preformed her push-ups. The intent was something she couldn't place though. They were in a public place so she didn't worry about it too much. The shift when the bus arrived however, was felt immediately. The intent of frustration, rage, and malice was pouring into the area like a broken fire hydrant.

She pushed herself up into a balled position from her push-up position. Her eyes locked on the Zorua's eruption of violent emotions and clicked her tongue. That wasnt a good sign. Odds are those emotions could bleed into Nate. It could have been triggered by the unknown intent she felt earlier.

"Emotional Outburst, it's a dangerous if not a useful tool once controlled." She turned her gaze to Nate and observed his reactions to his partners emotions. He seemed unaffected for the moment it could be adrenaline or shock keeping him in line from the emotional flux that comes with the Synchro Bond. It's a two way street, it's either that or he holds the same emotions and is better at containing and controlling himself.

The benefit of keeping Nate around has just gone up. She might be able to help him control that considerably if her own experimentation with the Synchro Bond proves to be a success.

She stood up and put a steadying hand on Nate's shoulder in preparation of possible backlash regardless of her presumptions. "Please tell us if you feel anything different. If I'm guessing correctly that was the first real Emotional Outburst you've experienced. They have a chance to really shake you up."



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9:34 a.m. – July 1st
 
Bus Stop, Fight Area > Route 228, Battle zone



Nate wore a mask of feigned weakness and exhaustion; it wasn’t too far from the real thing since the sudden drain on his fortitude had taken him by surprise. He wasn’t sure what to think of these two oddballs. They were hostile and snappy one minute and then concerned ‘friends’ in the next minute; they purported to want to share information so the team could work together and then brazenly claimed the opposite and labeled fellow teammates as future competitors. Were the sick in the head or just plain two-faced?

Whatever the case, the bus had arrived, and Nate didn’t plan to backout. These two might not be trustworthy, but they’d do for now. Zera at least seemed to know a thing or two about Pokémon and how to train them, so he wouldn’t mind picking up a few tips and tricks.

After waving off his teammates’ concerns with a smile, Nate pulled out his notepad, his eyes falling on the information he’d written down about Hisuian Zorua.

The spiteful fox Pokémon…its ghostly fur allowed it to project its malice and resentment as illusions… had the trigger been his own ill-intent or…

Nate gazed down at Jue-Jue’s Pokéball. What had her life been before she had died: before she had been smuggled to Orre?

The answers to those questions could prove…concerning, but Nate shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind. His time was better spent resting and restoring what fortitude he could. They were headed into the wild and he’d need all the strength he could muster.



The first bus-ride was just over an hour, and the second bus-ride was half as long. At some point during their second ride Jue-Jue had awakened—Nate felt the stirring of her consciousness through their bond. The ghost-fox was oddly quiet, perhaps coming to terms with whatever had been awakened within her.

After nearly two hours, the group arrived on route 228. Nate held an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the sandstorm-winds that raked the rocky route. Forget finding a Trapinch, with conditions like these Nate could barely find his own arms! Of course, whether or not they found a Trapinch didn’t really have any impact on him. Draven was the one who needed to worry about that.

“I don’t suppose either of you has a plan?”

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9:33 a.m. > 11:30 a.m. – July 1st
 

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