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"This thing had to have a trainer once." Marina tried to rationalize the Umbreon's behavior while pushing him backwards. "Yeah. He had a rare pokemon collector as his trainer, but now his trainer's dead. That's got to be it, or at least close." She sighed and looked around at the dirty shelves...
1. More battle bonds, at least for Kalos starters.
2. Ride pokemon. Made more interesting if they're in your team.
3. Walking with your pokemon outside of their pokeballs.
4. One or two other regions to make pokemon unavailable in the first easier to catch.
5. An alternate playing mode where...
The Chesnaught's head turned towards the door, having heard slight scratching noises. He grabbed Damian and pulled him over, motioning to him to open it. Only then did the human understand and opened the door. Damian caught a glimpse of a Wimpod marvelling at the structure and swiftly shut it...
"What the heck? Was this pokemon owned or something?" She asked herself, pausing to frown at Sapphire like he was a freak of nature. For all she knew, he probably was.
Damian struggled through the wall of people in his way. Every so often he could see a grassy arm or spine from the Chesnaught's...
Damian stood to help with the defensive bird, but relaxed when he heard his apologetic cry. His friend's Chesnaught was seen for a moment in the dense rush around them, but a blink later was no longer there. It was undoubtedly searching for anyone familiar, so Damian slipped away from the...
The ex-trainer scowled, desperately trying to keep a straight face. Seeing the Chesnaught reminded him much of his lost friend, who had a Chesnaught wandering around in here somewhere. His attempts to look unaffected by the chatty trainer failed. A few tears materialized, which he quickly hid...
Damian looked up with a red face at the random person talking to him. A blond haired person was asking his name, and he simply shrugged in response. He hoped that the person would go away so he didn't have to explain himself through limited hand motions.
Marina watched the white form warily. If...
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