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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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[Your standards for light reading are quite low, Michael]
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[So the standards are purposefully low this time! He takes out something else, one of those corporate-branded stress balls, and starts tossing it from hand to hand.]
How about you, you get anything fun?
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[Hah! Okay, not really. Diets are silly]
...a reminder of my past, to be frank. [Michael seems to be one of the few in the team Kiryu thinks would understand and not balk at the truth. He shows the pin] The pin I used when I was part of the clan.
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The clan? [He definitely knows what the yakuza is but there's like five million things humans call "clan" so you're gonna have to specify.]
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[He's definitely not mentioning he was the big leader for around 24 hours]
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[Though true to Kiryu's instinct, Michael doesn't seem to be judging. He's got no room to.]
How'd that career change go?
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I was expelled. Took the blame for a crime a friend did. A lot of things happened from there on, I simply couldn't return afterwards.
[And he didn't really want to, anyway, but circumstances and the clans kept dragging him into their messes. That's pretty much the entirety of Kiryu's stories in the franchise, he gets involved in trouble all the time, hah!]
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[He fishes in a pocket for a moment and pulls out his own lapel pin, this one embossed with a thumbs-down logo.]
...I got something just like that? Do you think lapel pins from terrible organizations we used to belong to are just, like, a Team Galactic thing?
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Doubt it. That also must be why we were chosen to be here -- because we already have experience as underlings in shady organizations.
[Well, 'underlings', because they weren't exactly small fishes at their job back at home]
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Ugh. [He grimaces.] Shooting a little high for a supposedly-pacifistic group, aren't they?