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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jul 3, 2017 19:52:13 GMT -5
"We don't have to give a lot of details," she explained. "We make a missing Pokémon poster, and mention that it's an Umbreon. Then, if anyone comes forward, we ask for defining characteristics." She smiled; this sounded just as clever out loud as it had in her head. "His coloring might be common knowledge to interested collectors, but I bet that only someone close to him would know the placement and color of his leg wrappings, or his scarf. He's even got some distinguishing scars." She leaned back and spread her hands. "There may be nosy laymen out there, but if anyone is interested, they'll know to come with details like that. And if no one reliable comes forward, that's something to work with, too."
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Post by Atticus on Jul 3, 2017 20:23:59 GMT -5
Eleanor perked, a sense of relief washing over her. Yes, this she could do. It felt heaps better than just sitting back and letting it play out - being a bystander, even by circumstance, was not really her style.
"I like that," the blonde agreed, smiling. Pulling open her desk drawer, she pulled out a few sheets of paper - Mahogany Town was not a large settlement by any stretch of the imagination - and began to write what Dr. Pretz had suggested.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Jul 3, 2017 20:36:01 GMT -5
The doctor smiled, satisfied. "If we wanted to hurry back to town, I'm sure we could get some businesses to hang signs in their windows before they closed."
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Post by Atticus on Sept 26, 2017 12:10:49 GMT -5
Where am I?
Ryu shifted his stiff legs, his short, charcoal black nails scraping lightly against smooth, wooden boards. Long strands of dry grass tickled his toes and poked at his soft, downy-furred belly. The smell in the air tasted of fresh air and wheat. He adjusted his shoulder in an attempt to rise, but he was reminded of his wounds. They were closed, but they were still sore. The Umbreon would have to take it steady for a few days. Could he afford that?
Still on his side, Ryu fluttered open his silver eyes, his ear twitching. Was that... snoring he could hear?
...Where was he?
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