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"Good luck..." whispered Brea. "Good luck." <><><><>

The air was filled with overlapping scents of various pokemon and people. Gen and Coleane, Steven, Xavian's scent, Hazel and Victoria... but there was oddly enough, the faintest lingering stench underneath all of those. Sweet, plastic-y and chemical like. Pungent. It wasn't strong enough to...

Chef Flygon nodded. "I suppose they could yes. Those berries could make a variety of colors actually. Red, purples, pinks, grays, indigo and golds and yellows, primarily." He counted out the colors on his claws. "And to answer the other question, its fairly simple. Cooking is usually done on a...

--- In the end, they both ended up spotting the clue. Gray flecks, near the edge of the outer windowsill of the office. Had the kidnapper been spying on the officers? Other than that, there seemed to be no further clues of note, though the flecks themselves were chilling enough. Something was...

"Mmmm. Topo, Drash, Ginema and Eggant." Chef Flygon flicked his tail side to side as mused out loud. "I recognize those. Leavanny said a few had been taken from orchards. Not very good for medicine. Sometime we cook with them but mainly we use them to bake. Can't fathom why anyone would feel the...

"Oh, the head chef?" asked a cheerful host by the entrance. "It would be my pleasure. One moment!" He vanished through a door behind the counter. A few moments later Chef Flygon emerged, wearing his usual hat. "Greetings," he said, dipping his head. "I heard you wish to know more about berries...

Manaphy didn't reply vocally, instead they floated forwards and wrapped their flippers gently around Wallce's neck. Their body, cool to the touch, was soothing. Like gentle waves lapping on a shore or a perfectly polished stone. No words were spoken in that moment, but a sensation was shared...

"Oh! I suppose Chef Flygon might have an idea? Other than Nurse Joy and I, he knows the most about berries. Perhaps he'll know something I don't."

Manaphy listened, their expression unreadable, though they appeared both sympathetic and confused. "You cannot be perfect," they said finally. "And you cannot punish yourself for having mere thoughts. Even I have had cruel thoughts, and I have traveled the seas many of your lifetimes." They...

"Hmm... That's certainly true they can mutate but I'm not sure that's it. I think they must be for something else. And I they're simply not effective at anything else helpful I know of. Even battling pokemon don't use them. Only the chefs do sometimes. But if it's not for healing or medicine...

For a time, the only sound that could be heard was the rythmic crashing of the waves against the shore. Perhaps the ebb and flow would soothe his uneasy mind... Watching the water, one could marvel at its beauty. The soft blues close to the shore, the rainbow of light cast by sea glass and...

"A wise conjecture. I agree." Celebi held up one dainty hand, and made a strange circular motion. The wind gathered around her fingers, a greenish light forming at the tips. The light elongated, then began to fade. It revealed a small whistle that appeared to be spun from grass itself, though...

"It's no bother," she said softly. "I want to help however I can. I'm not very good with investigating or talking to people, I just know about healing but..." she put a paw to her chin. "Yes, now that you mention it, Leavanny said a few berries were taken from the grove in the back. Weird ones...

Brea grinned. "That's the best part! As long as you're using good quality herbs and berries, they won't cause any issues, since it's a very natural remedy." "You must not be hard on yourself. Sometimes, all we can do for those we love is... all we can do. They too must forge their own path, and...

"Certainly! I'm not sure if all the berries will be available in your world, but I'll do my best," she said cheerfully. She trotted to the desk and retrieved a notepad and pen, where she carefully began to scrawl a list. "It's very simple! First, ground Mental Herb powder helps ease migraines...

"Do not misunderstand me," she said, seemingly picking up on Kimiko's worries. "I myself can travel through time without disturbing it. However, bringing others adds complicates the process greatly." Her tone held regret, but sound matter-of-fact as well. She backed away slightly, as if...

"Back again?" Brea said cheerfully as Victoria entered. "I hope Wallace is doing alright. What can I help you with?"

Celebi listened intently to Olivia's words, wtahcing her every behaviour, her every action. This Espeon seemed wholly devoted to Kimiko, and considering the circumstances required to trigger such an evolution... "Very well," she said finally. "I believe you. You must forgive my hesistance. I do...

The wind faded, a silence, fell, though instead of unsettling, this felt like the forest had paused. As if it were listening. A pair of blue eyes peered from with the crown of a tree nearby. Scrutinizing, watching. Slowly, the rest of a body became visible, revealing the small green shape of...

Sniiifffff.... That odor. It's not like smoke or ash or metal. The sweet part its... almost berry-like, but much less pleasant. As if some part of the scent contains berries. But mainly, it is a pungent chemical scent, almost plastic like.