Early noon, lukewarm sunshine filtering through the windows of one of Rustburo City's local establishments. Had the weather been more agreeable it would've been possible to sit on the small terrace instead, but the nip in the air had said the little sun gracing today would not last. For now however, it seemed like the perfect time for a stroll around the area.


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In a few, Galayne noted to herself. Business first.


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”At least it's not raining...yet.” she mutters into her mug of hazelnut chocolate, peering through the window and into the streets. She'd drink something more elaborate later, but if her current business concluded favorably, the sugar would come in more handy than tea would.


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Placing the mug down Galayne instead tapped her phone, the screen lighting up to reveal the hour. She wasn't late yet, still a good 20 minutes till the time she'd asked to meet with Mireille Wynter. She'd not said why, though. Not yet.




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+ Mireille Wynter       || Intrepid Sword

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"Much of the same, in all honesty," she smiles while plucking a piece off the candyfloss. "Just between you and me, but if papa knew I was here, I'd be in real trouble." There's something mischievous to the glint in her eye, quickly smothered as she pops her candy into her mouth.

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Her eyes fell on the rest of Thomas' company; the giant fluffy teddybear stuffed in one of the Audino's arms, and the Zorua-Zoroark pair just radiating the festival vibe. Camille waved at them from atop Galayne's head, twittering happily to the ensemble about something she could only guess at.

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"Looks like you've been entertaining your friends thoroughly though! Any recommendations on things we should try?"

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+ Thomas Benoit || Firework Flings

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"Wasn't planning on that, but good to know." she nods, shifting and watching as Remiel's flashlight illuminates more of the wall. Its details become more pronounced, and the things she did manage to see are all part of a horrifying whole--- the way Remiel's face reflects an instant of shock has the Kalosian even more on edge.

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It looked familiar? There were bits and pieces about an incident that'd occurred a while back that mentioned another Galar, all speculation to Galayne, rumours of memories or maybe a whole lot of people having looked too deep in their respective glasses for her to bother further with it. But Remiel mentioning it... now that was reason to believe there was truth in those words.

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"The 'other' Hammerlocke...? What do you mean by that-"

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Movement. The flashlight shifts and in the beam of light something appears; colorful and odd and entirely foreign to her. It's the confusion of its strangeness, lanky, innocent and very much out of place in this distopian city that keeps her oblivious to the danger it poses. Only when Remiel grabs her hand and moves, throwing something bright away from them that she realises too late.

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"HOLD ONTO ME LENA!"

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Instincts flare and clinging onto him for dear life, they disappear, and when she opens her eyes again they're farther away than she could possibly encompass. Questions rise, but the explosion that rocks the streets below -where they had once been- ceases every thought within the Kalosian.

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Her breath hitches, pure fear overtaking Galayne. Her grip tightens on the exiled prince, fingers cramped and seeking refuge in the fabric like claws, expression and gaze fixated on a point even she cannot comprehend. The ripple within the air caused by the shockwave below rattles through her body like a devastating tremor as she starts shaking uncontrollably.

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She doesn't see the beauty of the crystabloom fireworks as the memories flood her. Even her voice defies the cry for help it tries to release, nothing more than a pained grunt escaping her as she slowly sinks towards the floor, growing smaller and smaller.


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+ Remiel Calcifet || 19 - 22 -23 -24

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Galayne nods in silence at Remiel’s warning, not even managing to recall why exactly she had decided to explore the secretive realm that was Lesser Megalopolis.

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The stench of death perpetrating her nostrils, the piles of bodies almost as numerous as the streetlights back in Lumiose City; every step a reminder of what could happen if she were not careful. It had dampened her adventurous spirit into something more cautious as she followed Remiel like a shadow.

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He’d been here once before, he’d said. So she hoped -prayed- he’d know where to lead them if things went awry. Yet she hoped even more that ‘awry’ would never come.

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Mention of ‘the other Galar’ make her want to ask more, but time and place dictates she keep that for another time. Instead she looks at the samples he’s taking with keen eyes, and asks a simpler question. ”Necrozma?”

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And as her gaze roams further across the bodies strewn about, looking for further signs of the crystals among them, she wonders. ”Would those things function like fungal spores, you think?” she whispers her inner thoughts out loud. Eventualy, although not far, Galayne carefully meanders between the bodies, certain not to touch them.

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A glimpse of something out of place within the recurring structure captures her eye, luring her focus away from the crystals towards the walls. Partially hidden behind a slate of metal she finds it; frenzied, crazed drawings carved into the wall behind it. A few, at first sight, but there seem to be more and more as she starts to look around.

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Against her curious tendencies Galayne retraces her steps back towards her former boyfriend, gently tapping his shoulder before pointing in the direction of the drawings. ”Uh, Remy? Could you…?” They seem to cover part of the wall that turned a corner further down the alley, and brave as she may be, the Kalosian was not about to push her luck.


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Witness frenzied drawings etched into walls of an ULTRA NECROZMA DESCENDING UPON THIS CITY; your characters will not know what ULTRA NECROZMA is (until they do)—but may find it similar to one of the tapestry found in GOODBYE GALAR'S ALTERNATE 'REALITY' HAMMERLOCKE and make logical deductions.

+ Remiel Calcifet || 19 - 22 -23 -24

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There's something to be said about carnivals and candyfloss. Colorful sugar-y goodness that reminded Galayne of easier times… and of Camille, her Flabébé, who was now trying fervently to steal some of said candy. Only waving the candyfloss around half-heartedly to keep it out of Camille's tiny hands, her gaze shifts slowly across the sea of people before her.



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A smile grows on her lips when she recognises a familiar face in the crowd; not that hard with the way he’s towering above the rest of the people. She waves when she sees a similar recognition reflected in his eyes, and starts making her way through the crowd towards him.



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Although there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind, noting how despite having dyed her hair, Thomas was still able to recognise her seemingly effortlessly. Thoughts for another time, she decided as she reached the man and his company of pokémon.



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”Hadn’t taken you for a carnival lover,” Galayne grins, craning her neck to look at a friend she hadn’t seen in literal years. ”but it’s good to see you relaxing, with all that’s going on. How’ve you been, Thomas?”



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+ Thomas Benoit || Firework Flings

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