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[action-- business district: salvage shop and (later) surrounding areas]

[The salvage shop is a frequent stop on Moonbay's travels, earning a visit from her roughly twice a week. Its owner has come to both fear, respect and tolerate her throughout the years, and one could say the feeling is mutual. Arguments over decent prices are often heard during those visits, and today is no exception.

Anyone around the shop, or even out on the street, can most likely hear some shouting, a few choice words more prominent than others.]

Twenty bucks for this piece?! C'mon, I could get more from the guy two streets over-- the one who eats Pokemon food, and he doesn't even know what it is!! Thirty or no deal.

[Similar talks continue for at least another half hour until Moonbay grabs her bag of remainders, pockets a wad of cash, and steps out the door to leave with a wave to the store owner.

Then she finds her rhyhorn missing. Again. With an exasperated sigh, she takes her warp band and begins to speak.]

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If anyone's around the business district, specifically the salvage shop, I've got a little issue. My rhyhorn's wandered off [again] and I have no idea which way he went. So if you see a random one nosing through stuff or generally being weirdly social, gimme a call. Name's Moonbay. Damned thing.

I'll be looking myself, so... I guess watch out?

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They're all getting that bad.

*Imogen sighed, pocketting the minor scrap pays she managed to get. She didn't find enough salvage to need a proper lift crew. She could manage, on her own, in her own time.*

They want to save their coin for when we find the raw ore or a big piece to smelt and sell. No matter how desperate they are, they do get a bit easier to talk to if you windowshop with a cute little thing like this inside their business.

*Next to the multicolored girl, hair in wild tails off buns on her head, was a small Cubchoo with an impressive snot droplet of it's snout. Radiating a huge wave of cold around itself. A great bargaining tool, forcing them to want to deal before you harm their business.*

I'm sure there's good salvage in the old city still, we're just not allowed to get at it.

[Sora was near the salvage shop, sitting on a bench with his legs pulled up to his chest. His Shinx had strayed off, preoccuping himself by practicing pouncing with some nearby Fletchlings and not paying attention to Sora. This week had frankly, sucked. Sucked enough that he was taking the time to feel depressed about everything.]

[However, he so picked the wrong spot as the Rhyhorn has just decided the park bench made a worthy ramming opponent and charges at it.]

[Moonbay if anything the sounds of wood breaking and the scream of a fifteen year old boy as he goes flying might be a good indicator where your Pokemon went]

Edited 2014-01-23 03:02 (UTC)

I'd ask how you could lose track of a Pokémon that big, but...

Edited 2014-01-23 03:20 (UTC)

Is the rhyhorn even-tempered? I should hope.

[Wiegraf sounds doubtful of that.]

You lost a Ryhorn? How?

You lost a-

[Crashing noises]

...Nevermind. I think I found it.

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