JuegAriel
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3
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âAre you sure about this?â Mark couldnât believe he got convinced to do this, but no going back now. âCâmon, if you work here now, itâs only obvious you should start meeting people!â Rose said that with a lot of excitement⊠Too much excitement, if you asked Mark. Earlier, Simon proposed the idea of going back to the guild so Mark could meet some of the other teams, as well as the staff. He said that it was also an excuse so that he and Rose could see some old friends again, but ifâŠ-
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The rest of that day was spent learning the plethora of items and their function. It was difficult, but the different swirls and patterns helped make a mental map of the whole thing. What Mark wasnât expecting was for Rose to give him some sort of reward for figuring things out. A piece of cloth, a bandana, the same lime tone as the ones his new teammates were wearing. (Well, it was lime, but apparently neither Simon nor Rose knew what that word meant, so green-yellow it is). Apparently having theâŠ
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Simon was right, Mark was already tired after he explained four or five of these âtypesâ. At least things made a bit of sense, kind of a rock-paper-scissors situation⊠So he remembered that game, cool. It was a bit unnerving how they could just make things like fire appear out of nowhere, but at this point, he was ready to accept anything. âOkay, so Iâm Ground-type, youâre Water-type, and Rose is Fire?â âYep! You caught on fast! Some PokĂ©mon have two types, but not usâŠ
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âShit! Itâs not going down!â The two of them hid behind a rock, panting. Both were full of bruises and cuts from the battle. It wasnât going well. âErik! What do we have left?â The Raichu scrambled through their bag. They already burned through so many of their items, it was impossible the ones they had left could carry them to victory. âUhhh⊠Two Orans, a Blast Seed, a Slow Orb⊠and⊠I think thatâs it.â Erik handed one of the Oran Berries to his partner. âWhat theâŠ-
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It was nice outside, one of those days where the weather makes you think everything is perfect. For Dave, though, nothing could be further from the truth. The Prinplup was on his desk, a piece of paper in front of him and a quill on his flipper. He still hadnât written anything, simply trying to organize his thoughts before putting them into words. But after noticing how much he was hesitating, he shook his head and began. âHello Tyson. Itâs me, Dave. I canât believe itâs been a wholeâŠ
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