the scars of the blacephalon's attack remain fresh. further still, legendary pokemon still appoint avatars, causing more alarm than awe. in the meantime, a reformed rocket attempts to poison the ground water of hoenn's society in secretive fashions. what unseen threats still slither in the dark?
IS THE LEAGUE'S HANDLING OF LITTLEROOT SATISFACTORY?
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the trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes; and we can't live if we're too afraid to die
A flurry of snow swept through the open clearing at the center of the campgrounds, prompting the Pokémon who played there to cheer and chase the snowflakes. From the porch of a cozy cabin he had rented for the weekend, Remiel watched his own Pokémon enjoy the company of others as he sipped from a mug of peppermint tea. Mephisto, his Dragapult, was the only one who was nowhere to be found. But Remy trusted the dragon enough to be out and about in the wilderness of the surrounding pine forest. Even if somebody mistook the phantom as a wild Pokémon, there was no way Mephisto would allow himself to become subdued. At least not easily.
Wearing a 'peppermint-print' red and white knitted scarf and sweater combo (gifts from his mother back in Hammerlocke), the spectacled young man might have appeared excited for the holidays. His nonchalant expression, however, certainly didn't show it. He appeared deep in thought more than anything, occasionally glancing at the other rental cabins nearby with a vague bit of interest. It was only when his creepy yet oddly coloured Phantump floated over to him that Remiel's daydreaming was cut short. Stopping just a few feet away from him, the silent little creature stared up at Remiel with cold blue eyes. It seemed to be interested in his steaming tea.