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The restlessness wasn’t Chandela’s own to bear. Not when his partner- Emmet’s brother was still missing. The authorities were doing their best, or so he was told. Multiple times. But work wasn’t being done (he suspects on both sides).

“Chandela,” He calls to the humanoid flame, his perpetual smile firmly in place even as it seemed just the littlest bit tired at the edges. The ghosts writes a name onto Ingo’s empty desk and it just sadness him more.

“Would you like to walk with me? I’m afraid the Battle Subway won’t open for another week.”

Again.

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The ghost Pokémon sat in Ingo's desk chair next to Emmet's, kicking its legs back and forth idly. A clear frown showing, the flame above his head flickering. How long had Ingo been gone at this point? Did he leave them on purpose? Weren't they both important to him? Well not even just himself and Emmet. Everyone missed him.

Maybe they hadn't looked hard enough?

He stared at his own outstretched arms that laid on the elder Subway Boss' desk, spelling out 'Ingo' a few times in sign with a hand.

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“ you could simply change your strategy up and send archeops out instead. ”

“Never. My strategy as of right now is the best! We will BOTH have to CHANGE.”

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“ you look at excadrill and you apologize for that. ”

A pause.

Looks to Excadrill.

“I’m sorry Ingo sends you out to certain death like that. Maybe next time he’ll give you a little balloon to hold.”

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“ but you use earthquake too! ”

“This isn’t about me. This is about you. At least I don’t use it on my brother’s SUPEREFFECTED Pokemon.”

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okay, but consider.

[holds up a bucket of ice]

“Consider your ice bath considered.”

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“Steel and Electric typing fits me like a train on a track!”

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there's no telling where he is this time when the x-transceiver he has starts buzzing. the screen of it tells him it's elesa, her everbright features taking up the screen until he presses the button to activate it and they're replaced by her in real time video, her brows knit tight as she seems....frantic about something.

" emmet! emmet, i -- come home, right now. i just got a call that you want to see. "

there's the peek of ampharos's head behind her, his nose coming into view, until she breathes deep and speaks up again.

" someone says someone's looking for you, they called the station and -- it's gotta be him. " (boltbadged!)

Emmet knew exactly where he was. It would do him no good if he were to find Ingo and then get them both incredibly lost! His brother has done enough on his own (probably), and it would be time to lean on his brother once again.

The train enthusiast didn’t take a look at who was calling when he answered the call. There was only one person who would be calling him. The copious amount of messages he’s left on Ingo’s x-transceiver proves that to be true.

“Elesa-” He had started but immediately went quiet as she spoke, clearly excited over something-

“What- no tell me more! Where is he? When did you get the message? Does it say where it was sent from?”

There was a million questions that needed to be answer but his damn human mouth could only speak a word at a time. He wasn’t on any lead at the moment, somewhere cold and far from home, but he was already turning in his fur lined boots.

“I’ll arrive back home in three days.” And it pains him to not be faster. Pains him to not have a strong flier on either of their teams. But there was a new found hope that burned deep in his chest now.

“Please, Elesa, is there anything else about the message?”

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sad chandelier noises @ you.

A hand raises and meets the chandelier warm surface and its sad eerie sounds, and he was rather sad himself that he was used to the cry. Something they all have the displeasure of being accustomed to.

"Don't give up, Candela. We will find him."

An automatic response. Something echoed again and again and again from to their pokemon, to their partners. Hope was not lost, no not by a long shot, but with every stone unturned, every lead followed, has been met with deafening failure.

His name is Emmet and he hates to lose. Failure is a lost, so if he never stops searching then no one will ever lose.

That's perfectly sound logic. But logic only gets him so far when he feels the tears of frustration well up in his eyes.

"W-We will find him, I promise, we will."

He croaks past a knot in his throat, opting to just holding Candela in his arms. Just for a little while.

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the twins are momma’s boys, i think……………or at the very least ingo is. their parents are likely still in anville town, and the twins have a good rapport with them.

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“I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. Safety Checks! While I send you on your way.”

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incoming. /

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~Tag drop~

5MinutesAhead (EMMET)

5MinutesBehind (INGO)

InCarEntertainment (RP MEME)

CodeOfConduct (HEADCANON)

FirstStop (IC)

LastStop (OOC)

EmergencyStop (IMPORTANT)

SafetyCheck (SAVE)