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“Tell me your damn name, kid.”
A hesitation came before a half-mumbled, half-hissed answer: “Corbeau.”
What the fuck kind of name was that? Had the kid made it up himself to sound…cool? It was like a child’s attempt at making up a very Kalosian-sounding name. Okay, sure. Whatever.
Everyone knows the leader of the Rust Syndicate and his right hand man go way back, but where did they begin?
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Corbeau was no stranger to getting stopped on the street come springtime.
The trees and tulips smiled in all colors, providing life to the city after the long grey sterility of winter, and so stirred the hearts of the Lumiosian people. The air itself ran more amorous—a heady floral sweetness laced on every warm breeze and tousle of hair and clothes down the boulevards.
It got into people's brains through their lungs and made them act like fools.
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Rustshipping Week 2026, Day 3: Possessiveness
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Bookmarked by rustshippingenthusiast
30 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
this is amazing and so so GOOD :3