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Week 1.
WEEK 1. As Cynthia had promised, the sun does indeed rise the next morning. Whether you slept or not (and sleeping inside the Pokémon Center you were in before seems totally fine by the attendant), it seems Cynthia kept her word; she left sometime shortly before sunrise, and you haven't been bothered by Team Galactic and those that work for it in the interim. It isn't advisable to return to the headquarters building, however. At least not for the time being. However, a new day does dawn, and with it comes the knowledge that you're in an unfamiliar city, completely on your own. There are several things to be done before you can leave: gathering supplies and provisions, finding maps, obtaining new clothes... Of course, your new "companions" are still with you, and they don't seem willing to leave your side; they'll follow you dutifully, but they still seem...wrong, horribly so, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off. Maybe if you work with them a little...? Try to talk to them, train them, teach them to do things... Who knows? It might do them some good. POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week one 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! Feel free to investigate the city as you see fit this week; we ask only that you try to stagger investigations and be mindful of what's already been checked. If you wish to investigate, notify the mods in your comment subject for your top-level and we'll get on it as soon as possible!] |
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God, you sound like the most boring demons possible.
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Okay.
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Are you kidding? Angels are literally the most boring people alive. Every time one of them comes near our office, they see somebody doing lines of time off their desk or something and get all prissy about it. And I'm pretty sure they're all named Becky.
No, if you want names like that, you need to look for people who've only been in the torture business, oh, a century or two. The kind who still think it's impressive to be a giant wheel of flaming eyes and teeth, burning and devouring people at the same time forever.
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Yeah, most humans aren't really thrilled about it.
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It's actually sort of sad. I mean, even accepting that your bodies just sort of give up and stop within a century, you're just so frail. Fall down the wrong way, and bam, that's it. Dead. I don't know how any of you get anything done.
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