As if you guys NEED another evil organization around...
[Somewhere, there is a young man sitting on a bench. There is also a Shieldon sitting on the bench. The man is slumped over, looking mildly miserable and very new-ish, for those of you with newbie-dars. The Shieldon is happily eating a large berry.
Stuck into the ground beside the bench is a sign advertising FREE! NEW! chapstick samples from TEMPEST COSMETICS and telling people that they may PICK YOUR FLAVOR. Something else was written below, but it's been crossed out and replaced with SORRY, WE'RE OUT OF TEAM TEMPEST FLIERS TODAY.
The sign's owner sighs, looking to the side at his Pokemon. It munches obliviously. His stomach growls pathetically, and then he buries his face in his hands. You probably can't hear what he's mumbling, but it's something along the lines of never again.
Come bother them? Pat the Shieldon? Or maybe get a free sample? He's still got some in that box there.]
Stuck into the ground beside the bench is a sign advertising FREE! NEW! chapstick samples from TEMPEST COSMETICS and telling people that they may PICK YOUR FLAVOR. Something else was written below, but it's been crossed out and replaced with SORRY, WE'RE OUT OF TEAM TEMPEST FLIERS TODAY.
The sign's owner sighs, looking to the side at his Pokemon. It munches obliviously. His stomach growls pathetically, and then he buries his face in his hands. You probably can't hear what he's mumbling, but it's something along the lines of never again.
Come bother them? Pat the Shieldon? Or maybe get a free sample? He's still got some in that box there.]