Masculine
Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
heterosexual
Kantonian Ambassador
Ex-Head Ranger
you gotta use what you've learned in order to receive what you've earned
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Sénon Game
Through Haze, Hail or Sandstorm
POSTED ON Mar 29, 2022 5:40:39 GMT
One of the charm's was going to destroy a whole region?
Well, shit.
As much as that raised the stakes he the Ranger just couldn't will himself back into remembering what that old story was about. "It was a bedtime story but, its not coming back to me." He was probably going to need to consult a few people.
Namely, there was the Galarian Ambassador.
Either way, he had some leads to follow and some details to ponder. "Give me your phone or your pokégear kid." Working through an idea he had, Sénon attempted to keep their foot in the door of this thing.
Once he got it he would enter in his first name under the contact "(Always Pick Up)" and the last name as "(Call in Ominous Emergency)" handing Locke his own phone, he would have the adult-youngster do the same.
He even posed for a picture in which Locke could save as the contact photo.
"While my memory was still being inhibited, I could still remember being in my garden the day I was. . ." This time, he was the one who shrugged. "-attacked I guess. I just couldn't remember the attack itself." He crossed his arms laying out his thoughts. "If that's the case, I think you and I will remember each other after this moment."
He pointed to the spot where Biggie Paws had sat, until all their charm business woke the Snorlax up where he coolly wandered off in the wood. "We had business with one another outside of these charms and I think that memory will stick with us. Just call me if something ominous happens to you and always pick up when I call, I'll do the same. I figure we keep each other in some social proximity we might naturally get a better chance to understand these charms."
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