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[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?
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?
