You step down the stairs, and see an old-fashioned, steam-powered train pulled up to the platform, ready for boarding. Only one car has doors open for you to enter. Thankfully, the fog is much less dense here.
The train is similarly old-fashioned inside, but there are photographs framed lining the walls of the train car. The photos are washed-out, as if done with outdated technology, even though the scenes depicted are from dynamic angles that don't seem like they would be possible with old cameras. They depict many different people and Pokemon.
The scenes depicted in the pictures include: - A tall young man with long purple hair looking offended, another man by his side fighting off a headache. - A girl playing a flute on a snowy cliff's edge. - A shirtless man flexing in the snow. - An older woman feeding her Bibarel. - A Gligar in some ruins, looking down at a berry on the ground. - A young man smiling next to Ingo, looking down at the vast snowy landscape glowing in the sunrise, from atop a high ledge. - Sneasler climbing a sheer cliffside, a basket on her back. - An aloof girl with a Croagunk.
[ Da Vinci peers at the photos, before glancing a little more closely at the girl playing the flute. ]
Where he was before he came here... when he and Emmet were separated. It would explain the lack of fog... of course he'd remember this if it was pretty recent.
You're not sure you would be alive today without the graciousness of Irida. She wasn't the leader of the clan at the time that she first met you, but she was already a contender. And she was firmly the leader in your heart, with how she helped you settle into the community, despite your large gap in age. No one cares more about the wellbeing of every single member of the clan. You were proud to be a member, when it was to help that cause. You were honored to be a Warden who served closely under her leadership. And you were happy to help cultivate in her a love of raising Pokemon. Once she was on your side, the whole settlement would follow.
He wasn't the one who helped you most in the settlement, but he was your biggest fan. He found your strangeness admirable and not off-putting. And you admired the courage it took for him to confess to you. In your loneliness, how could you refuse him? Someone who was invested in you, with a kind heart, who never spoke wrong of anyone, and always tried to do his part? He deserved someone to take care of him. ...That person couldn't be you anymore. You felt nothing when you considered your future. Maybe you helped him, but he couldn't help you. You hope he forgives you, and thinks well of you, still.
The both of you ride the train. Despite being a steam engine, it still travels down a dark tunnel for a while. When it pulls out of the tunnel the difference is dramatic—you see snow traveling almost horizontally in the wind, and finally, a settlement...
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[let's go to the pearl line!]
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[she's stepping onto the train as well, taking a moment to look around the car.]
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The scenes depicted in the pictures include:
- A tall young man with long purple hair looking offended, another man by his side fighting off a headache.
- A girl playing a flute on a snowy cliff's edge.
- A shirtless man flexing in the snow.
- An older woman feeding her Bibarel.
- A Gligar in some ruins, looking down at a berry on the ground.
- A young man smiling next to Ingo, looking down at the vast snowy landscape glowing in the sunrise, from atop a high ledge.
- Sneasler climbing a sheer cliffside, a basket on her back.
- An aloof girl with a Croagunk.
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Where he was before he came here... when he and Emmet were separated. It would explain the lack of fog... of course he'd remember this if it was pretty recent.
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You're not sure you would be alive today without the graciousness of Irida. She wasn't the leader of the clan at the time that she first met you, but she was already a contender. And she was firmly the leader in your heart, with how she helped you settle into the community, despite your large gap in age. No one cares more about the wellbeing of every single member of the clan. You were proud to be a member, when it was to help that cause. You were honored to be a Warden who served closely under her leadership. And you were happy to help cultivate in her a love of raising Pokemon. Once she was on your side, the whole settlement would follow.
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[while da vinci looks at that one, she's peering at the photo of the young man with ingo.]
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For example, I hope they don't ask us questions about these people.
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[but if they can find pokemon here, hopefully it will be more battle focused,]
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[ WE SHALL BEHAVE. ]
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He wasn't the one who helped you most in the settlement, but he was your biggest fan. He found your strangeness admirable and not off-putting. And you admired the courage it took for him to confess to you. In your loneliness, how could you refuse him? Someone who was invested in you, with a kind heart, who never spoke wrong of anyone, and always tried to do his part? He deserved someone to take care of him. ...That person couldn't be you anymore. You felt nothing when you considered your future. Maybe you helped him, but he couldn't help you. You hope he forgives you, and thinks well of you, still.
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well, after taking that in, she'll leave the others alone on this trip. that's probably personal enough.]
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