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[pearl]

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[attr="class","top_block"] yoyo we are like young volcanoes!

Twinleaf Town is absolutely tiny, Pearl thinks to himself. And that's precisely why he's back home early, checking in and making sure that everything's all fine and dandy. It makes him anxious, the fact that you can feel rising tensions in the vulnerable little place. This town is close to his heart, and it would devastate him if it was ever laid to ruin by factions rising to power. It makes him uneasy, and the Leafeon at your side sticks close to your leg as you make your way back home. Mother isn't home from stopping by the grocery market yet. He closes the door behind him, taking one extra glance outside. Just in case, Pearl tells himself. You could never be too careful anymore. Valentine tilts her head curiously at her trainer, to which Pearl merely shakes his head with a sheepish smile. "Nah, it's nothing," he reassures her. "Just double-checking, that's all!" But people have been more irritable lately, and there have been crowds milling about in the streets, whispering to one another about the Pokemon League beginning to take more aggressive measures towards rumored rebels. But those are all rumors, aren't they? cynthia

[cynthia]

if you're running, does it matter if you have a place that you're running to?

she remembers the days when things were less chaotic -- when she could roam the region however she pleased, unconcerned with political matters not her own until the league made it her own. the days before galactic, before three mere children had to save sinnoh from a threat capable of bending space and time to their very wills. (her elation at finally seeing the myths that she's only heard of is nothing in comparison to the crushing dread in her heart and the increasing weight on her shoulders at watching three children go toe-to-toe with foes that they shouldn't have to. not until they're much, much older.) she knows of the rebels; she's heard whispers of them every time she leaves the league. she's felt the first trembles of war, and dreads the day when they will finally become something unstoppable and do something irreversible. cynthia walks in twinleaf town with her hands in her pockets and her chin high. she's made her choice, arranged things, said her goodbyes. she's set sinnoh up to take the burden of war as well as it can, as well as she could. but she will not remain in a position of power with the very group that has let the threat of galactic grow -- that has let enemies at their door, time and time again. but neither will she sanction the rebels and their violent ways. it leaves her only one choice, and it leaves her standing at the door to pearl's old house, hand poised to knock. she doesn't even know if he's home. but she knows his mother still lives here, by herself, and that is enough to let her hand descend on wood and knock once, twice. while others in twinleaf give her strange looks, surprised looks, (betrayed looks), she waits with a hand in her pocket clutching at a pokeball. she's not stupid, and twinleaf town is the home to sinnoh's heroes. members of all sides are gathered here, right now, and cynthia is not one to take risks when she doesn't need to. pearl