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Alexandria Beneath the Red Star

[Ch10] ~ Pawprints in the Sand New
Jesse pawed at his chin, his heavy eyes roaming over the beach. Earthy sand, blemished here and there by dark seaweed, strewn about by the tide. It had such a briny, sulfuric smell. Rockpools, unpleasantly damp and rugged underfoot. Scree-skirted hillocks that nearly sent him stumbling downward from a misstep.

At his side, the Lycanroc girl seemed to have no such troubles. A Rock-type would enjoy a beach more than he would, huh. He could hardly think of a worse place to spend recreational time. Fucking hell. His muzzle twitched irritably.

"I can scent the Wayfarers," murmured Leona. "And others, maybe – hard to tell without a closer sniff, This way."

"Alright, kid. Lead the way."

She pressed on with her nose close to the ground, and soon – past a low, grassy rise, and a jetty that pushed out into the sea – found an expanse of warm, golden sand, covered in mingled pawprints. There we go.

"Good find," he acknowledged, quietly. "We couldn't be the first ones here, but... Well. Where th' fuck have they got to...?"

He cast his eyes about, and a flash of energy from the far end of this stretch of shoreline caught his gaze. Two 'mon, fighting? No, sparring. Strong ones, feline...

"I've spotted my daughter, an' her ladyfriend," he added. "Maybe five hundred or so paces that-a-way."

"'Ladyfriend'?" queried Leona, looking sceptical. "Don't think Starr's much of a lady."

"I'm bein' polite, getcher claws off my back," groused Jesse. "C'mon. Let's go say hello."
 
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Ch10: Rendezvous on the Shore New
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On the western edge of the Hesperic Ocean, a crowd of pokémon gathered on a beach. Pale sand turned pink from the red light up above, while the ocean turned dark, save for flecks of foam atop its waves. Short grasses swayed in the sea breeze. The air was warm, and smelt of salt, burnt sugar, and ozone.

At the edge of vision, a Shadow flickered. A boundary between the rest of the world and a sphere of spacetime centred on the anomaly that burned the sky. Invisible head-on, but possible to perceive indirectly. Powehi's barrier.

Laura counted heads, checking everyone was definitely present. Everyone that was ready to fight.

"Powehi?" she called, softly. Was he in that fiery rift right now, holding it closed?
 
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