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His mind had been somewhere else before Abby had called him back to reality, he looks over the walnut momentarily before his attention is drawn to a white and blue creature casually minding its own business. After a moment of thought, he looks back at the Mewtwo and shakes his head, "I... really wouldn't call it a weird ability, as much as I'd call it understanding animals. And if I'm to be honest, the best way to get on any animal's bad side is to invade its personal space."

The Typhlosion would be behind his counter, smiling at the sight of the Mewtwo when he saw her enter. “Hello there Abby. It is indeed finished, give me one second to get it out of the back for you. I shall be right back with it.”

He would quickly move through the doorway behind him, getting the scarf off his finished orders shelf before coming back to the front of the store “Sorry for the wait, here is your new scarf.”

The dragon looked up, surprised at what he was seeing. Never had he expected to see a Mewtwo for himself, let alone be in the presence of one. He gave the Mewtwo a respectful bow

“Where could he have run off to this time? I had figured that since I came back...he would not be like this anymore...” The Slowking sighed, looking out over the rainy horizon. This was their designated meeting place, but he hadn’t seen Ruby in over a week now. He’d sent Flare off to look for him, but no word on that either.

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“...First Ruby’s torn up over Abby breaking up with him, now she’s getting regularly harassed about him...”

There is a mon in the woods. At least that’s what they say. Most know better than to come here, to risk angering the mysterious creature that lies within in solitude. But for a certain Cubone, he had little other option. On the edge of the wood, he had ran into a panic Pokémon he had recognized from years ago. A heartless monster that stole his family from him.

He had expected to be attacked, but rather he was warned, warned that something inside had attacked him. Reclaimer had some doubts this attack was warranted, but when he had said all his belongings were taken, this made the Cubone's blood boil. He had sensed what he wanted in this area, and if this dirtbag had lost it so easily, he was hardly worth the crusted mud on his feet.

The attacked bandit was a quivering mess, only worth a single whack of his staff and a lifetimes worth of pity. Whatever this monster was that worried him so badly, the Cubone would face it bravely. He was never one to shy away from trouble, and if they had indeed stolen the orb shards he needed, he will have to face it eventually. That in mind, he bravely stepped into the woods.