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o1. audio / action
[Voice]
Hello, can anyone hear me? I believe I'm still in the signal area. In any case, I believe that I may have found something interesting! A community of Spearows, so close to the city! I thought that they were solitary Pokémon, and yet there must be at least half a dozen of them nesting here, in close proximity. While I have not been able to get too close, I have been able to construct quite a few interesting ske--
Camille, what are you doing there? Camille, sto--
[The feed abruptly cuts off.]
[Action]
[The Verdant Forest, early morning, the trees covered in a new layer of fluffy white snow. The ratata are slowly crawling out from their hidey-holes to find their first meal of the day; pidgey cooing gently, welcoming in the day; the sweet, dulcimer cry of an errant Enlightened screaming--wait, what?!]
Hello, can anyone hear me? I believe I'm still in the signal area. In any case, I believe that I may have found something interesting! A community of Spearows, so close to the city! I thought that they were solitary Pokémon, and yet there must be at least half a dozen of them nesting here, in close proximity. While I have not been able to get too close, I have been able to construct quite a few interesting ske--
Camille, what are you doing there? Camille, sto--
[The feed abruptly cuts off.]
[Action]
[The Verdant Forest, early morning, the trees covered in a new layer of fluffy white snow. The ratata are slowly crawling out from their hidey-holes to find their first meal of the day; pidgey cooing gently, welcoming in the day; the sweet, dulcimer cry of an errant Enlightened screaming--wait, what?!]
[action]
Everyone okay?
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[He wasn't exactly out of breath, but he was also mostly incorporeal. Yay, for being a ghost!]
That was close.
[action]
[She catches her breath, standing up finally. She's beaming.]
That was invigorating!
[action]
[She smooths her coat out, then she stands back up, looks around, and smiles.]
I'm Cecilia.
[action]
[action]
[And now there's a kid there. He grins at the others.]
John, nice to meet you. Heh.
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My name is Lux, and this is my companion, Camille. [She gestures toward the Dratini, who stands upright and bows gracefully.]
Thank you for helping me. I did not expect them to attack. I was able to get quite a few good sketches at le--
[Wait a second, where was her sketch pad? She had it under her arm when she got cornered, then...]
...Oh. Oh dear.
[action] 1/2
[She takes a second to process everything. The missing sketchpad. The Gastly that just turned into a boy. Ez. Raftina, swishing her tail next to her. THE GASTLY THAT JUST TURNED INTO A BOY.]
[That one wins.]
[She turns and gawks at John, just staring for a long moment.]
[action] 2/2
How do you work!
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Shifter huh? Nice.
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Uh, yeah. What he said. I'm a shifter.
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[Oh, wait. She's being insane. She coughs and looks to the side, embarrassed, and shuffles her feet.]
...we could double back and look for the sketchbook.
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We need a plan.
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They were nesting, and would have stayed that way had Camille not chosen to jostle one of their nests.
[Camille lets out a haughty "Niii~". She was curious.]
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[Cecilia, conversely, just taps her finger against her chin and looks thoughtful, before she looks between them.]
It should be safe, if we go slowly and carefully. We don't want to startle them.
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If I go first, do you think they'll be less likely to attack a pokemon?
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The possibility exists. I would not want to see you hurt, so perhaps if the rest of us were to hide and act as backup, in case things go...
[Well, you know.]
Eeeek notifications did noooot work. D:
[Hopefully, at least!]
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Alright, let's backtrack.
[And off he goes!]
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[She gives John a concerned look. They were kind of giving him the short end of the stick. But before she could get a proper answer, off he went; she bolted after him.
Sure enough, they were still there, and there was a nice--well, once nice, now being picked apart by sharp beaks--leather sketchbook in the snow, surrounded by the small flock of spearow. Pulling at the pages, pecking at some of the pictures, papers were strewn about.
There was a small, upset whimper from behind one of the trees. Yup, she saw it. All her work...]
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