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Week 7.
WEEK 7 After a week of nothing but snow, it's likely that the city is a welcome sight. The city proper is likewise blanketed in snow, but it's far shallower here, easily walked through; it's soft and powdery and unlikely to cause you to slip, the kind of snow small children and Pokémon might enjoy playing in if they're the sort to enjoy that kind of thing. And if they were capable of enjoying much, in the case of the children. That said, the people here are still in the mildly improved state you witnessed in Eterna; it isn't much, but it is improvement, and the world around you continues to change in other, smaller ways as well, so it isn't all for naught. The wild Pokémon here, however, seem to be experiencing something a little...different from what you've been seeing so far - specifically, the Shellos here seem a little hostile toward one another. Snowpoint City is separate from and parallel to the giant mountain you passed last week, and it's populated by both the blue and pink varieties; the different sorts...don't seem to like each other much. It isn't all-out warfare or anything, but there are definitely skirmishes and mounting tensions happening in slug culture here. Mediate if you choose, or just enjoy your time in the city. You've earned it, after last week. POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week seven of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget that a write-up is due this weekend!] |
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[It's not pointed, just...prompting.]
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[Sena knows you were kind of out of it, but apparently heard enough to know that Jupiter's got him in his sights.]
It just made me realize something...
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[He keeps looking at his feet, rocking a little as he speaks.]
It's just that...the way she spoke, she made everything sound like a certainty. Not like it might happen, but that it would happen, you know? And, uhm...it made me think that the other football players I've gone up against, they say the same thing.
[Tap tap. His fingers drum against his winter boots, a steady rhythm to his thoughts.]
They never say that they "might" win. They say that they "will" win. And I think something like that...I guess it's something I've been lacking for a long time...
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[He laughs a little sheepishly, a small red tint coming to his cheeks.]
I mean, I guess that's what I'm trying to say? It's a little confusing...