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The beach at Slateport was fine, really, but in Beau's opinion it didn't hold a candle to the sands of Dewford. In Dewford, at the right time of day, you could lose yourself to the golden sands, the surrounding islands, and the sheer vastness of the sea. For him, it always managed to put in perspective how huge and incredible the world was, and how little he and his problems were in comparison. But not, like, in a depressing way, brah.
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Slateport was completely different, and he'd put money on the idea that this had been completely manmade at some point, an attraction built to suck tourists in instead of a natural wonder to be appreciated.
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Still, sand was sand, and he'd take what he could get right now. He couldn't in good conscience truly play hooky from the preparations on the horizon, however, so he figured training was substantial enough to justify his time there, and make it at least somewhat 'worthwhile'.
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So he'd let Orson out, the little Kubfu trotting eagerly on the beach. Beau hefted his Tera Orb experimentally; he wasn't sure how the thing worked, so he held it out toward the small bear and scrunched his eyes shut, willing something to happen. Fortunately, it did, and umber-hued light sparkled around Orson as he Terastalized into the Ground-type.
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Ground versus water wasn't a great matchup, so Beau figured this would be an adequate test of Orson's abilities. "Hit 'em first and you won't get hit, brah," he grinned widely.

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