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And Robby's adventure did take him to the world. Robby's adventure took him to face pokemon on route four, where he and his pokemon were hunting. With, of course, the exception of Coop.

Therapy was good.

((I'm reading back on old RP stuff for Salieri's Journal, and what ever happened to PetililXMelty? That was the best potential couple by far. Just think of the power! THE POWER!))

While Henrietta wandered to find her hotel, N also wandered. In his mind.

He was going over basic philosophies in his mind again. As usual. Typical N stuff.

At the moment, he sat on a bench on the sidewalk of Mode Street playing with his Menger Sponge puzzle. He planned on going to challenge Burgh soon, but for now he felt the need to unwind.

Was it wrong for him to have let Reid use Lancer like that? He had been told that in certain cases, sacrifices had to be made. For the good of his dream. And N believed that. Nothing came easy.

But there must have been another way to solve the equation. Lancer had become his friends. He had thrown his friend under the bus. N frowned, thinking that Lancer might hate him after that. It wasn't the correct solution to the problem. He should have known better.

Henrietta was passing by as N looked up. As usual, she seemed to be dirty. Probably no fault of her own. N didn't particularly care, though. The layer of dirt actually made her seem more natural. To him, dirt was like makeup, and vice versa.

The last time he had seen her, she had attacked him because of his possession of Darumi. And then E had come and erased her memories. Without his sister's intervention, he would have been in trouble. But it was still not something he liked to think about.

Henrietta wouldn't remember that interaction. So N had to act like he didn't either. The constant deception around the people he kept meeting was starting to get to him. Someday soon, he would come clean to them about who he really was. Until then, he still wanted to get to know his candidates. Henrietta in particular was interesting to him. She seemed to share a lot of his beliefs. And unlike the others, she wasn't a violent person (Salieri came to mind).

"Hello, Henrietta," he said to her as she walked by. "How have you been?"

Fortunately for Henrietta, N was practically immune to the charms of cleavage, owing to his lack of interest in sex. Only crystalline cleavage interested him. Because of it's geometric patterns and predictability. Ah, how he enjoyed the sight of a good cleavage.

"Dates?" N stopped fidgeting with his puzzle, letting it hang by the chain on his belt loop as he leaned forward and adopted a pose similar to Henrietta's to think with. What did he know about dates?

"I've never had one myself, but I've been told that they are delicious, very sweet. They're primarily grown in the Middle East. Apparently they can be eaten either raw or prepared in a variety of ways."

N felt good about his memory recall. He knew more about dates than he thought he did.

sry avalite i kinda just skimmed ^^' too much. i get the situation now though sorta, many battles and someones espeon ran away, then some more battles, not sure if they got salem back or not. can u gimme just a summary of the now so i can just hop in plz?)

biggrin kk thank u!)


A young child with snow white hair lays under a pikachu shaped shrub just outside striatin city asleep, his kirlia laying with him. a gyarados is relaxing in the water near by. people passing stare at the oddity the gyarados presents to the area, being not only uncommonly docile and disproportional to the water body, but also being extremely rare in this reigon.

"They only ever get hurt - my Pokemon. When they keep fighting I lose my focus, I can't help them out like that and they get even more hurt. I'm just... not strong enough to maintain myself." She looked at N.

"I can only do so much for them. I've fought for them, I've begged for them. I've almost died for them. But, it doesn't feel like I'm exchanging properly. My efforts... they don't add up to throwing them into countless battles - even if they never once complain or take my offer to quit."

Henrietta listened to N and sat when he gestured to it. She looked over at him and shook her head. "I can barely handle things myself." Clearly. "I'm not strong."

She paused a moment. "I wish... That I knew what they would say about that.. I don't want to use them when I need to get money, and I especially don't want to use them when I'm in a life threatening situation. I don't want them abused for their ability to fight, or risking their life... I couldn't bare it if somebody died." Indeed, this was the girl that saw to the evacuation of Plasma from Pinwheel forest - compassion was a side of her hidden mostly by her shyness. As were, unfortunately, the majority of qualities and traits of her personality.

((Just remember that you chose to be in Striaton, everyone else is in Castelia 3: ))