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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.

Wind whispered through the tree branches, the only sound amidst the silence of the forest. ... For what felt like, ironically, a long time, there was nothing. Only the movement of the wind. Even the wild forest pokemon seemed to have gone silent. And then, a tree off to Kimiko's right rustled...

Deep breaths. Victoria scented the air drawing it in deeply, sorting through each smell. Forest. Grass. Earth. Humans. An avian scent, but a abit dragon-like, which had to be the Latii's. And then... something else. The same sweetish, chemical-like scent from before, that the others had spoken...

Pacing around the arena, Hazel would find the area still tingling with energies. They had faded since yesterday, but not by much. The tingle of psychic type energy, the distinct feel of normal type energy - perhaps from Flash or even some other move? Comparing notes would reveal it felt like the...

A somber meeting is held that morning in the main hall. Xavian holds a roll call, for which at least, all trainers are accounted for. Xavian’s only reassurance is that they should hopefully be able to go home soon. For now... Officer Jenny and Victor are ever present, but still have no updates...

The book itself seemed old and well cared for, a leather-like cover and a collection of various poems ranging from the weather to tales of ancient heroes and far off lands. All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots...

As the pair left the earth field and crept up to the adjacent one, managing to keep surprisingly quiet considering, there came sound from within, like an attack had been discharged. The floor vibrated slightly, not enough for the average human to feel, but just enough for someone like Aggron to...

For all Sleet's investigations, and her keen eyes, there seemed to be nothing out of place to see in the forest, aside from the twig pile known as the supposed embodiment of wrath.

Honzo simpled nodded in reply, its expression unreadable. By all appearances, Honzo's amulet seemed freshly polished and meticulously mantained. It shone a bright silver in the sunlight, and whatever metal it was made from, seemed quite durable. There were no visible signs of damage on it.

Noro narrowed his eyes slightly. Possession? That sounded... He wasn't even sure what to consider that. "It was good to finally have a real fight here," he said simply. Alakazam kept one eye on Noro and the other on Odile, as if expecting her to go off or try something any moment. Noro...

Xavian seemed to have made his way to a high ledge on Mt Moxie, a flat bit of outcropping that offered a splendid view of the sky overhead. The stars shone brightly overhead and Xavian staredup at them. "Jirachi?" he whispered. "I know..." his voice faltered and he shook his head. "Jirachi, I...