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[followsthestory]

[Those on the lookout for New Feathers won't have far to look today for Maryann. She's made it all the way to the village on her own. Upon realizing that she wasn't at the Battle Frontier nor at the Petalburg Woods (the forest she was most familiar with), she had picked up the journal near her feet and started walking along the river. Sure enough,

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[mischiefbreeder]

Huh? [He turns around to face the questioner.

...Hey, she looks kinda familiar... Eh, all these people look the same after a while.]

...Uhh, sure. Fire away.

[followsthestory]

[She just launches into her gimmick straight off.]

So, do you...[A pause. And then a big smile! She definitely recognizes Gold! How could she not recognize a Pokédex holder?]

Gold! It's so good to see you again!

[mischiefbreeder]

Do I kn- [He racks his brain for a moment, though it finally comes to him.]

...Ahh! You're the Interviewer Lady from the Battle Frontier, right?

[followsthestory]

Yes! That's me, Maryann from Hoenn TV! Mind telling me what's going on here? Is this some sort of gimmick the Battle Frontier set up?

[mischiefbreeder]

Sorry to say, but we're nowhere near the Battle Frontier.

[followsthestory]

...Where are we, then?

[mischiefbreeder]

Luceti.

[followsthestory]

...And...where is that exactly?

[mischiefbreeder]

Luceti. It's the name of the village, country, and world as far as I know.

[followsthestory]

Gold, I've never even heard of Luceti. And that doesn't even explain why I have wings. This isn't some weird tropical island, is it?

[mischiefbreeder]

Didn't you hear what I just said?

This world is called Luceti. You know, as in not Earth?

[followsthestory]

Of course I heard you...it's just that it doesn't make any sense.

[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah, I've been here for about a month and it still doesn't make sense.

Basically, you're in Luceti. It's a different world. You were brought here and given wings and a barcode to be an experiment, there's no escape, blablablah.

[followsthestory]

How can you be so casual about something like that? W-wait, barcode? Where...ah... oh, no... please tell me that this is all just some sort of prank!

[mischiefbreeder]

There's no point in worrying over it, so I just take it in stride.

And no, this isn't a prank. Trust me, I'd know if it was a prank!

[followsthestory]

You're the second person to tell me this, so I just wanted to make sure. [And then she's going to look at the journal Mr. Stewart folded pages of, losing herself in thought for a moment.] Wishful thinking, I guess.