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Departure.
SENDOFF. For a Team Galactic stronghold, Eterna City is a lot more pleasant than it could have been. You've largely been left alone by the locals except for those which you've chosen to engage. and they all still seem rather blank and dead behind the eyes; that said, however, they seem a bit more...lively here than they have elsewhere. They notice you, and perhaps more telling they have vague interest in things - in pursuing things just because they can, and not because they have to. However, your time here is drawing to a close; it's time to leave, to head north to Snowpoint City - and it seems that some of those people that have noticed you have caught wind of your intentions. After all, it's very cold up there; can you really be sure you have enough supplies? Just outside the Pokémon Center the morning you set out, there are large baskets full of supplies waiting for you - warm jackets and blankets, first-aid kits with medication that can be used on humans, and a few potions and the like for your Pokémon as well. There isn't any indication of who left them, just notes reading "For Our Visitors" tacked onto them. There's also something odd along with them - a box with a different note, written in flowery script. "I thought you might appreciate these. - Cynthia" As for what's inside...well, you'll have to open it and see. [OOC: Welcome to the end of Week 5! The box Cynthia left you contains one of your submitted material regains, whichever you decide that one regain to be! No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!] |
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Uh...an army uniform?
[Almost, Sena.]
No wonder you seemed so good at that survival stuff, aha ha ha...
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[It's way too small, though. He looks like he's intending to keep it, but there's no attempt to put it on.]
I don't know how she got hold of this, it was destroyed a long time ago.
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[That doesn't explain how Galactic got it. Or how they had it.]
Is it...uh. Yours? Or just any standard uniform? [Heck, Sena just got the standard everyday football. Maybe it's just something like that?]
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[He supposes it could be a general uniform, but it's not like anyone else would have been fighting a war in 1942 around here.]
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[But it was destroyed?]
Then that is weird, if you said it really was...then again, I guess it's weird that they're able to pull stuff from different dimensions to start with...
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I'm not complaining. Damn HYDRA bastards ruined it, but now I've got it back.
[There is no chance in hell that it's going to fit him, though.]
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[He's thinking of giant dragons and Shinryuuji now. Thanks.]
Um...I guess that's a good thing, then? [Even if you can't wear it.]
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Yeah. It's worth it, just for the nostalgia.
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Yeah, I guess you're right. [After all, Sena got a football, which is hardly useful and he might be able to pick up normally at a store somewhere. Maybe. But...it doesn't stop him from holding onto it fondly. And...]
I guess it reminds us what we're fighting for too, right?
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It's not like Bucky can't understand the importance of little things, after all. There's a reason he's wearing a baseball cap that honestly looks a little ragged.]
Something to go back to, yeah.
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[Sena grips the football tighter. His team...all those bright, bright personalities. All of them being drained to nothing.]
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Exactly.