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A great gale batters the Central Meeting Area, sending twigs and debris flying in an upwards spiral. The sky darkens slightly for a moment, before the wind dies down as a great white and coral beast flies down and lands in the field with surprising grace for a creature his size.
Enter Lugia. He looks around, looking slightly weary, before settling where he is, getting comfortable and regarding his surroundings with a cynical curousity.
Now where am I?
Enter Lugia. He looks around, looking slightly weary, before settling where he is, getting comfortable and regarding his surroundings with a cynical curousity.
Now where am I?