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A Faraway Place - NPC Account ([personal profile] ulternnpc) wrote in [community profile] farawayplace2022-08-20 11:59 pm

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.



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princeofpasio: (Listen!)

[personal profile] princeofpasio 2022-08-23 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Lear simply crossed his arms in response. While he was certain Larson had no ill-intent, being so careless with his words wouldn't resolve their issues. Of course, he knew his own words could easily create a bigger problem as well.

After all, if he hadn't been so careless in the past, Team Break...

Shaking his head Lear rose from his seat once more. He'll then walk closer to the counter to place money down earning a look of surprise from the barista.

"W...wait, Leary this is too much-"

"In any case," Lear, ignoring Larson's protests turned back to Trip. "If you're so insistent, why not we both test out this new idea? There may be a chance one of the Professors may be too busy to notice a message from our Pokemon, after all."
serperiority: (hm?)

[personal profile] serperiority 2022-08-23 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
“Right,” Trip agreed.

After rummaging around in his backpack for a non-toxic marker, he followed after Lear. As he walked, he looked at his pokeballs.
Selecting one, he sent out Lampent.

“If you see Professor Juniper or anyone else over there, show them this message, okay?”

Lampent simply blinked, then bobbed slightly in a nod. Trip uncapped the marker.
princeofpasio: (hmph)

[personal profile] princeofpasio 2022-08-24 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Lear on the other hand had a letter set out where he took a moment to write down a quick note. He seems to be contemplating something before turning over to his Hoopa.

"Hoopa, I need you to give this to Sawyer or Rachel. I trust that you'd find a way out of your Pokeball on your own anyway."

"Hehehehe!" Hoopa giggled in response as he took the letter. Once the mail is in Hoopa's hand, Lear recalled Hoopa back into the Pokeball. He'll turn over to Trip while noticing the younger boy scribbling onto his Lampent.

"Not that it's any of my business, but is drawing on your Pokemon a good idea?"
serperiority: (a lecture absolutely no one asked for)

[personal profile] serperiority 2022-08-24 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Trip sighed and paused his writing to bring down a sleeve and write “NON-TOXIC” on his own arm.

“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.
princeofpasio: (Hm?)

[personal profile] princeofpasio 2022-08-25 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Trip may not be able to see it but he's definitely narrow his eyes at the boy through his shades. Excuse you he can read-

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.