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Post by ZAFAAR IMPERIA on Sept 12, 2011 4:06:22 GMT -5
((bloo with quin! /has length problems))
violet, traditional and having its roots steeped in culture - and at the same time, a route or two away from his hometown of cherrygrove. this was the absolute closest he was getting to the town: new bark was too close to his home for comfort. it was for purely minute reasons as to why he chose not to go home - it invited too many unwanted memories of the place. the teenager adjusted his cap, reached deep into his jacket's inner pocket and took out a pokégear. it was just like any normal pokégear, save for its various expansion cards that allowed it to perform tasks a pokédex, pokénav and pokétch would - due to the lack of a camera, it did not par with the xtransreceiver, but zafaar didn't mind.
a trains sans his pokémon was unprotected, yes, but he did have one pokéball within the confines of his pocket - saladin's. the other members of his team were back in the safety of the pokémon center. the teenager glanced behind him; the building was just behind him. with precision of a trained hand, he tapped the number he'd memorized just a couple days ago. zafaar raised the device to his ears, waited for it to hit the voice mailbox, then spoke. "holbrook, i'm just outside the center." the time was slated for ten in the night - then the knights would storm the nearest bar and get stuff happenin'.
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