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"What is this?" So there's possibly the most freaky-looking human conceivable standing on the beach, confusion written clearly on his face. The last thing he remembered was being hauled off to prison. Last he checked, prisons didn't look like tropical islands.
He turns away from the water to glance over the line of palm trees before him. No, there was no way this was even Orre.
"Xatu, scout this place out. I need to know where we are, and if I can get in contact with Evice." He says as he sends out the psychic bird, who nods silently, then takes off.
He turns away from the water to glance over the line of palm trees before him. No, there was no way this was even Orre.
"Xatu, scout this place out. I need to know where we are, and if I can get in contact with Evice." He says as he sends out the psychic bird, who nods silently, then takes off.