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[attr="class,"memoryDarkbody"]The sun’s rays bounced off her tinted sunglasses, reflecting with a playful glare not unlike those coming from the ocean waves below. She can hear the splashing of swimmers, young and old, couples and children, all enjoying the sweet sunny weather. A few of them, particularly the kids, would stop and gawk, pushing their arms upward to point at the massive floating hunk of metal passing by. [break][break]

And above it, basking in the sunshine and enjoying the feel of fresh breeze on her bare skin, was Vera Larch. She had her legs crossed, sitting atop a Metagross whose legs were tucked to float its heavy form. She would occasionally peak down to wave at the swimmers, the can of premixed spirit in her hand leaving trails of dew on her knuckles and falling off into the water below.[break][break]

She blinked, nudging her sunglasses up by a fraction to squint and confirm, “Land ho!”[break][break]

They floated over a few log bridges and stopped at the massive wooden raft that housed the Pokemon Center. “Amos, just drop me down there,” Vera instructed, to which the Metagross began lowering itself. Vera, excited, jumped when it was low enough, landing on her sandals. “Whoa, whoa, hey,” unaccustomed to the lazy rhythm of the waves that kept the rafts afloat, she teetered, stopping only when her elbows found purchase on Amos’ head. She chuckled, giving him a pat on the head as thanks before pushing herself off.[break][break]

Fortunately, for Vera Larch, the motions of stumbling were not so unfamiliar for her to make a second mistake. She stood straight, taking in a deep breath and raising her arms towards the sun. The gesture caught the looks of some passers-by, but it was hard not to stare when the woman was in a brightly-colored swimsuit that barely hid anything. The thin cardigan thrown over it did no favors for decency, and Vera could not give a fuck. She was going to have a great time.[break][break]

There came the muffled sounds of a phone ringing. Clicking her tongue, Vera rummaged through the duffel bag hanging off her shoulder, pulling out her phone and grimacing at the reminder on its screen. Her arrival at Pacifidlog Town was not a vacation, but rather a work affair. “Sooner I finish this, the faster I can relax,” she mumbled, turning her head to scope out her surroundings. There were tourists and locals milling about, but no familiar faces. She was supposed to meet with someone.[break][break]

“Well, shit,” Vera shrugged, “Amos, we might be waiting a while.” With a digital trill of confirmation, Amos planted its legs onto the platform. The act was loud and heavy enough to surprise some people nearby, but the raft remained sturdy. It did have a Center built on top of it. Vera leaned against Amos, disposing the empty can into her bag to replace it with a fresh one. Not as cold after the trip, but it would help kill time. [break]