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“What I do. What I say. Always the same.”
Ingo whispered the words to himself as he opened the bag with the white coat within, preparing to meet the Joltiks as he did every day.
It was the same. Go to Gear Station. Work. Tend to the joltiks. Work. Go to the apartment. Tend to the pokemon. Every day was yearlong. Every day was but a minute long. The calendar told him that it had been over a year since Emmet disappeared.
It could have been that long. Ingo wouldn’t know. All he knew was that time left him behind the day that Emmet did.
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Volo closed his eyes as the sea breeze rushed through his clothes. No, not because it was peaceful. The boat was crawling with people.
He desperately wanted to let out Lucario and just sit together, but alas, the boat was too big, and had he already mentioned the people? Yeah. He knows how the world works. He wasn’t about to break the rules.
Instead, with nothing better to do on the deck, he pulled out his notebook. He had a general idea of where he was going to explore in this ‘Hisui,’ but reminders were always helpful.
He would have to speak to the clans about their individual legends on the Almighty Sinnoh. That was easiest, assuming they were not going to kill him on sight. Then, he would look for these ‘destroyed monuments’ he had heard of. And finally, he would chase after rumors of a surviving Celestican.
If this world was as he suspected, then he would find information on Arceus.
And there was one more myth that he was morbidly fascinated in, if it had any truth to it. A myth of a fourth shadow god, a god that had been banished for its crimes.
Volo knew nothing of banishment. But he knew about a shadow god. And oh, if he had the chance to meet it? Well, perhaps he could add revenge to his plans. Volo was no stranger to betrayal. He would love to give the shunned Devil a taste of it.