Meandering down the forest trail, Lacuna paid little attention to her surroundings as she hummed a gentle tune. She’d been down this road before, and was likely to return soon enough, as it was by far the easiest means of travelling between camp and Nimbasa City. Every now and then she would encounter cyclists going the opposite way, and offering a shy wave, the dancer was in a relatively joyful mood despite the oppression of such humid weather.
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The smell of rain reached N’s nose as the air around him grew more and more humid. He shuddered, the humidity was the worse, not to mention what it did to his hair…
With a frustrated grunt, he pulled his cap down and continued walking, Nimbasa City behind him and a dense wood in front of him. He didn’t particularly want to further his stay in the entertainment capital of the world, he could only stand the sensory overload for so long.
Leaves and trees hung overhead as the smell of wet-wood filled the air, the rain was beginning to silently sprinkle down. Carefully, N treaded down the familiar path, with the rain coming down the dirt had become mud, one could fall and hurt themselves if not too careful. As he ambled down the way, a scared and pained cry reached his ears and chilled his skin: A Pokemon was in trouble! Running (carefully and as fast as he could in the mud) N quickly tried to track down the source, the pattering of raindrops made it hard to identify a direction, but his concentration was cut when he ran into a solid object.
Hitting the ground hard, he yelped in surprise and clutched his elbow: right on his funny bone. N hissed in pain and winced before looking up, a girl with the pinkest of hair sat before him.
