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Somehow, Xuying sometimes feels as if his luck is leaving him in this strange region filled over and over with strange phenomena that seem to be plastered across the Hoenn region over he-doesn't-even-know-how-long. Perhaps this insanity has turned normal to the Hoennians as he merely watches with some apathetic intrigue and an unclear direction himself, though there is certain fun in observation and getting out of his usual shell, he figures. But - that doesn't mean that he has to keep losing things every now and then, right? He sighs. What is the point of buying a map to find his way when he loses it soon, immediately after? Yeah. There is no logic, and with a way to be found, he must resign to his fate on this later afternoon.[break]
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Many seem to be returning home, the streets emptying as he wanders - until finally, a smoking person and his Breloom that don't seem too rushed to get somewhere. His own shiny Metagross follows him this time - waving with one arm as he approaches, he hopes he won't just be overlooked as he says, "pardon my intrusion, I was just wondering if you could help me with finding my way around this place?"

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