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Sénon Game
Orchard Volcanica
POSTED ON Sept 17, 2021 4:58:54 GMT
It was only every blue moon that he actually got his hands dirty in the Orchard.
Excadrill was a year-in as gardener and showed no signs of slowing down, in fact he only seemed to be getting better.
From weeding to watering to treating for bug-types and battling off wild pokémon.
To date, they'd never lost a single berry and Excadrill was proud of that, making Sénon proud in turn.
Today they worked side by side to weed the Passho berry bushes before they came in next week.
The plan was to dig new planting holes for whatever would replace the Passho berries in the next rotation. Incidentally, it was the redhead who was about to be planted.
A shuffling behind him of one the passho bushes grabbed his attention and he was taken aback by what he saw.
( ) Messing with the berries it noticed him the moment he noticed it and the same as Katherine Fairburne when Cait flung the drink in her direction, the sprite 'phased' through the bushes, darting straight for his chest.
-flying into his chest knocked the wind from his lungs as his body was hit with the concussive and supernatural force.
The last he remembered seeing was its eyes bearing down on his own.
When he came to, there was no chest pain no evidence of the pokémon that rushed him, only the faintest echos of a laugh that wasn't his own, nor one he'd ever heard before.
Looking around, Excadrill gave no answers but was glad he was okay. Getting back up to his feet, the man and 'mon went to check on the state of the berries, a vague haze of a daydream prominent in his mind.
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