-- winter? Last time I checked, it was spring. Not that you'd be able to tell in Ashland-- rainy day central.
[Blip. Looks like it's that time again, Route.
The 'gear is focused on a pair of feet, clad in bright yellow rain boots, attached to a pair of ridiculously spindly legs. Glimpses of white claws can be caught at the screen's edges as the 'gear
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Hey!
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Uh... Hello. [A quirk of a grin. She likes your hair. ;w;] So I guess you can hear me on this thing too, huh?
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Yup! Everybody with a pokégear can hear you. [and, so he's not just another face:]
My name's Sora.
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Oh... [She blinks, wide-eyed.] Everybody...? So... this 'gear thing... is like a really high-tech walkie-talkie? [Her parents won't even let her have a cellphone; this is magic!]
Oh! I'm Coraline. Nice to meet you.
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Yeah, kinda! That's probably the best way to describe it. So what kinda pokémon did you wind up with?
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Oh! A question!] Pokemon... Oh! [She nudges the Sneasel perched on her shoulder, and, with a disgruntled sound, he slinks to her other shoulder.] Just this mangy thing... According to the other machine, he's something called a Sneasel. [She shrugs, which earns another semi-irritated growl from the Sneasel.] Looks like a cat to me-- acts like a cat I knew back home, too.
... I'm guessing there are lots of others, right? I saw a few strange-looking birds.
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[what he's writing down will become apparent in a minute, when Sora falls silent for a moment, then speaks up again--] Hey, how do you spell your name?
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Uh... [Spelling is not her strong suit. G-give her a moment. She writes the letters in the air with her index finger as she says them aloud:] C-O-R-A-L-I-N-E. [And she nods.]
Hey... what are you writing?
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[there's a lot of fumbling around, and the feed waves wildly as Sora digs through his backpack for Rock Titan's pokéball-- as he digs and the feed fixes on a nearby building in Goldenrod (he doesn't spend a lot of time inside, cold as it is), he answers that last question.]
Well, back home there's this guy... cricket... who keeps a journal of everybody we meet. He's kind of like... a royal scribe, I guess. He's not here, so I'm doing it for him so he doesn't get in trouble.
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A royal cricket that writes? [G-giggle.] Too bad he's not here-- I'd like to see that!
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[and Sora pulls the hood over his face for emphasis, once the feed is situated back on him.]
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What's a writing cricket doing hanging out in your jacket?
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[-- and suddenly, something occurs to Sora and his eyes go wide.]
I hope we weren't supposed to be paying him...
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Well, he would ask if he wanted to be paid, right? [Ashland: where the movers DEMAND THEIR MONEY.]
And if he's a royal scribe that hangs out with you... [Waaait.] Does the make you royalty?
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[that crown necklace around his neck might suggest otherwise to strangers, but Sora is no prince. he's just a kid who accidentally fell into the hero role and has been winging it ever since.]
No, not even close! I think it was Queen Minnie who told him to travel with us.
... So maybe she's supposed to be paying him.
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[She thinks this over for a moment, arms folded.] So you're... kinda like an explorer? [What with traveling around and being followed by a scribe. She leans forward a bit with intrigue.]
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