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ALL KNOW THE WAY, FEW WALK IT

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK cadet

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM Krillin from Dragon Ball

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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a quiet, machine like humming echoed through the dimly lit caverns of mount moon running through veins of the cave system until they’ve finally reached their beating source, a spacious underground room where light whimsically trickles in as if it were stardust.



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the sounds of the soft drip, drip, drip of some underground leak fill the cave. the nauseating smell of guano, mildew, and the multiple wild pokemon who’d sought refugee wafted around the space. still they seem not to bother the small man who sat cross legged in the dead center of the room.





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shadows danced around satori as he’d made his way into the other world. specters of the past, first it was images of his mother and father that assailed him but they quickly malformed into the vile occupiers that had lead him to hiding in the first place. finally these faceless cretins of his past lunged forward as if to attack them, even still they could get no response from the bald man. without so much as a twitch he dispelled them leaving his mind clear as a summer’s day.



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he did not know how long he’d been at mount moon anymore, but he knew it was long enough that he’d called it home. these thoughts of the temporal, the physical world, pulled him out of his meditation. he considered that he’d be forced to leave home again, this time to seek out the very people who drove him out of his first. a part of him couldn’t help but find the irony funny. as he rose from his knees for the day’s ablution he hoped that he would be absolved for whatever happened in the future.

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the bald man arrived in hoenn to find a facsimile of the world he’d lost. as much as he recognized it, it did not seem to afford him the same privilege. he’d come in search of the league, in hopes that aiding them with their troubles against rocket here would win him their aid in the future.




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feeling a stranger in a familiar world satori once again considered the irony of it all, that which he’d devoted himself to saving seems to have shunned him. perhaps this was for the best, he would not enjoy the luxuries of modern life, and it’s freedoms until his people were free to do the same.

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three things can not long be hidden. the sun, the moon, and the turth.