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farawayplace2022-08-20 11:59 pm
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Suddenly in the midst of a Summer Festival--

There's a distinct sound of waves, and bustling of people nearby.
In the coastal city of Turnbloom the sun is bright and warm, and the scent of the sea wafts through with the cool gentle breeze that makes the glittering pinwheels spin, and the leaves on the palm tree dance.
Today the streets are extra decorated with these cute, colorful and floral shaped pinwheels. It seemed the people who were out in the streets were dressed in colorful summer attire--either casual, or the more traditional yukata. It seemed like with the booths were set out for both food and games for festival of some kind that was currently underway.
Just how did you get here, and why? A mystery, and it seemed the people in the streets didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as they go about enjoying their time out on this bright sunny day.
In the coastal city of Turnbloom the sun is bright and warm, and the scent of the sea wafts through with the cool gentle breeze that makes the glittering pinwheels spin, and the leaves on the palm tree dance.
Today the streets are extra decorated with these cute, colorful and floral shaped pinwheels. It seemed the people who were out in the streets were dressed in colorful summer attire--either casual, or the more traditional yukata. It seemed like with the booths were set out for both food and games for festival of some kind that was currently underway.
Just how did you get here, and why? A mystery, and it seemed the people in the streets didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as they go about enjoying their time out on this bright sunny day.

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“The only thing we’re sure of is that our Pokemon can go through. That’s all. They could lose items, but if they pass safely through, they couldn’t lose a message that’s on their own body.”
He resumed writing an explanation, with the hopes that the Professor would read it, but it could serve as well if it were Bianca or anyone else.
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With a scoff he'll gesture directly at the Pokeball.
"You can always write on this, can't you? Or can you not steady your own writing hand?" Look he's not trying to judge but Trip was still just a small child. His Hoopa however was giggling, not helping the situation one bit as he's tucking the mail Lear handed away.