strengthalone | ◓ First Battle [Action] ◓

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◓ First Battle [Action] ◓

[Not many people are in the best of moods when they find themselves in Luceti for the first time. After all, there's always business to attend to where you're from, some goal or attachment that you've funneled your focus into.

But this kid looks livid. He wanders into the unfamiliar town, gripping a journal with the name "Silver" on it until his knuckles turn white, and seemingly habitually patting at his hip. No Pokeballs there, no matter how much he looks - were they stolen from him? Was he kidnapped? And who does he ask?]

You! Where am I?

[He starts yelling at the residents, making a ruckus. He gets pretty physical, grabbing shirts and shoving them roughly - it could easily escalate.]

Where are my Pokemon?

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[No. It doesn't. He turns his glare to the ground and lets out a growl.]

[Isn't this just the sort of person you want explaining things to you?]

The more you talk to people, the more you'll understand.

... And you won't learn anything by picking on weaker people.

Tch.

[He clicks his tongue. She's got at least somewhat of a point - heckling the weak isn't going to help him.]

Where did you find out this stuff?

... The same way you did.

I was lost and willing to hurt others in order to get information. But people took their time to help me calm down, and they explained things.

And who are these people?

Other kidnapped victims, who have been here longer. Some have stayed trapped here for years.

Years?

That's what I said.

Years. They've been stuck for years. How the heck are they stuck for years?

It's not a choice. Sometimes the Malanosso slip up and some are returned home, but other than hoping for a miracle, there's no actual way to go back.

Tch.

[That's just. Insane.]

That's the craziest thing I've ever heard.

[She giggles. It's a creepy giggle.]

Oh, just you wait.

I need my Pokemon. If you can't help me, then buzz off.

If it's not on you now, it's not here.

Tch!

[That's definitely unacceptable. He turns, considers whether to stick around, before just bolting. He can't accept that possibility. He's scrappy, but he needs his Pokemon to be strong.]

[She tsks, watching him go.]

... I may have to keep an eye on that one... Hee hee hee...

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