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tworoi. turnbloom city
ii. overlook hill
[Between one moment and the next, a man appears on the side of the street. Crystals glisten in the light as he moves - encrusted along the edges and sleeves of his lab coat, and seemingly even embedded in the skin of one of his hands. Despite that, he doesn't seem distressed - just surprised, maybe.]
...where is this...?
[When would seem to be the more pertinent question, except that this...very much does not look like a future iteration of Area Zero. The amount of time that it would take for the crater to wear away, or for the ocean to rise and reach so close...it's possible, of course. Their calculations determined that the future the machine reached into was extremely distant! But, still - those are very regular Pokemon flying overhead.
For a moment, something unfamiliar lances through him, bright as the sun. He's outside. He's free. He can go anywhere he wants, speak with anybody he wants - !
At least. For a little while.
It's possible that he was putting a good face on things for the children. The truth is, he couldn't have been sure what he'd find on the other side of the portal. Now that he's here...there's no crystals. Exactly the reason he was never able to leave Area Zero in the first place.
.....
That's alright. He'll do what he can. He looks around, apparently chooses a direction,and turns to walk down the street, still shedding tiny shards of crystal with every movement.]
ii. overlook hill
[On top of Overlook Hill, Turo sits on the edge of the viewing platform, looking out over the landscape spread out below. It's beautiful. He's never seen anything like it before. The Professor had, but not for years now - not a priority.
The internal diagnostic he was running completes. No significant damage, and no sign of an imminent shutdown yet...but it must be coming, right? He's only crashed for lack of Tera crystals once before, and he hadn't known it would happen then until it did.
He wishes he could speak with...
Well. He can't. Anyone at all might be nice, but there's little point. It'd be alarming for someone to watch him suddenly topple over, apparently and effectively dead, and that doesn't seem very fair. So he'll just wait, here outside in a brand new place.]
Oh? [Though, if someone else comes up here - he can't help that, now can he?] Good afternoon.
