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[savethefarron]

[last backdated one, I swear: 5/20, 8 AM]

Ended up staying the night here in Cherrygrove. We're on our way out now tho-

Sir? Sir, might you be a... Mr. Snow Villiers?

[Snow looks to the voice, looking slightly confused but grinning regardless.]

Yep, that's me. Someone need a hero?

These just arrived for you. Here you go! ... We hope to see you

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[saltwaterwounds]

[Sisuca is still in Cherrygrove, but she's not around the Pokécenter that morning. She does come in one last time to gather her things before heading out, though, clean laundry in hand. Guess who just used a drier for the first time?

She doesn't say anything to Snow, at first. Rather, there's an "Oooh" followed by her Pokédex describing Machamp to her.]

[savethefarron]

Heeey, Sisuca, something told me I'd see you again before we took off.

[Machamp appreciates being appreciated, so he's flexing all four arms for the Pokegear's sensor, letting out a proud "Maaaachamp!" Snow's stepping over to plant a palm on Machamp's shoulder in a bro-ffectionate sort of fashion.]

Yeah, this guy was my right-hand man the first time around. Only one I've ever found who could beat me at arm-wrestling, and that was before he outnumbered me.

[Y'know, four arms versus two? Snow grins, since that was a terrible joke. Sir Munchalot, meanwhile, is peering around for Flow while simultaneously consuming pretty much any small object she can get her hands on.]

[saltwaterwounds]

I'm not going to be here for long! The early laggart gets the bird, they say! I hate laggarts, though.

[Once it's finished reciting information, she pockets her Pokédex. She's wearing the clothes her "mother" gave her today. All that's left is to shove things in her bag! ...but Mama is horrible and laughs at the joke, too.]

Tee-hee! He looks really strong, just like his trainer. Flow's going to be that strong someday! I think.

[Flow is wrapped up in Sisuca's head-wrap, sitting right next to the bag that Sisuca left in the Pokécenter, hiding from the world.]

[savethefarron]

[Poor Flow, now Sir Munchalot is picking Flow up (head-wrap and all) and toting her over to offer her to Sisuca. So very helpful, obviously. Now hurry and take it before Sir Munchalot forgets and starts to eat the headwrap instead.]

It took a looong time to get him this strong. Months, even. He was barely up to my waist, when all of this started.

[miniworth]

... You were an acquaintance of Kay?

[ beat ] Mr. Villiers.

[savethefarron]

[He stares for a second, then busts out laughing.

After a few seconds:]

Hey, sorry, that wasn't so nice of me. It's just... last time you were here, you were taller, that's all.

But uh, yeah, I was. My sheep was her niece. Go figure, I guess.

[miniworth]

[ Knowing that Kay had once called herself the grandmother of her own Wooper and Phoenix Wright's Quagsire's children, Miles is not at all surprised by the thought of the teenager being a sheep's aunt. Not at all.

But he is surprised that - after all this time in Johto, he's finally meeting somebody who recognizes him as Miles Edgeworth, and a Miles Edgeworth from Johto, at that. There are a few moments of blinks and a confused face until ]

You knew him?

[savethefarron]

Yep. We kinda... cooperated I guess, to keep an eye on Franziska.

Not that she really needed it. So I guess you could say we kept the rest of the world out of her way.