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Ecc. 3.6: A time to get, and a time to lose...[BACKDATED 9/4 OPEN]
Ted panicked when he learned, quite suddenly, that the pokemon event would come to an end. Worse, he could only keep four of the fifteen he'd gathered. With a gravity unfamiliar to him, he decided to cast lots for the ones which would remain, reckoning the various items he'd found as signs from fate to guide the decision. The behavior of his pokemon drove him to tears; in the hopes of narrowing the choice further, he asked them all, one-by-one, if any of them were tired of his company, and wished to leave.
Not a one refused. All wished to serve and take further part in his adventures. With a heavy heart, he chose his four, dreading if any of those left out might harbor jealousy, or scorn. Again, they went beyond Ted's expectations, each gracious in its own way. As a farewell event, he decided to let them all see the evolution of Gloom, one of the chosen. He applied the Leaf Stone, granted by Koishi, and took in the brilliant metamorphosis.
Everyone sneezed and coughed violently, for Vileplume pollen is very potent. With that, he was forced to say farewell.
He resolved not to wear his face long in Everglade. Guardians should show strength and resolve, not blubber because of a few lost pets. To any who knew him even a little, it was obvious Ted was hurt. But he was insistent on displaying to the world a stiff upper lip that day. Maybe a good night's rest was all he needed; they say time heals all wounds...
...of course, those who say that are wrong. He awoke on the 24th, feeling no better than before. Stewing in his misery wouldn't help; he needed to go somewhere. But where? What would be appropriate? Ah, something came to him. He dug for his communicator, then rang up a familiar face.
The first sign he was under the weather was that he used his actual name. The other was that he was still in his pajamas. "Mewtwo, sorry if this message wakes you. Would you do me the kindness of letting me visit your...mountain sanctuary?"
Not a one refused. All wished to serve and take further part in his adventures. With a heavy heart, he chose his four, dreading if any of those left out might harbor jealousy, or scorn. Again, they went beyond Ted's expectations, each gracious in its own way. As a farewell event, he decided to let them all see the evolution of Gloom, one of the chosen. He applied the Leaf Stone, granted by Koishi, and took in the brilliant metamorphosis.
Everyone sneezed and coughed violently, for Vileplume pollen is very potent. With that, he was forced to say farewell.
He resolved not to wear his face long in Everglade. Guardians should show strength and resolve, not blubber because of a few lost pets. To any who knew him even a little, it was obvious Ted was hurt. But he was insistent on displaying to the world a stiff upper lip that day. Maybe a good night's rest was all he needed; they say time heals all wounds...
...of course, those who say that are wrong. He awoke on the 24th, feeling no better than before. Stewing in his misery wouldn't help; he needed to go somewhere. But where? What would be appropriate? Ah, something came to him. He dug for his communicator, then rang up a familiar face.
The first sign he was under the weather was that he used his actual name. The other was that he was still in his pajamas. "Mewtwo, sorry if this message wakes you. Would you do me the kindness of letting me visit your...mountain sanctuary?"