[action] accumula town square

[thomas-sinclair.livejournal.com]

Accumula's Town Square was very pleasant. It reminded Thomas of Hyde Park in London, although of course the Town Square was much smaller. Not nearly as impressive. However, the basic principle was the same: a park in the middle of a city. Thomas found the neatly groomed appearance of the park -- it's trimmed grass and shapely trees, the neat little stone paths and the fountain -- all very welcome differences from the overgrown, poorly tended wilderness of Route 1.

Which is why he chose it as a perfect location to study his new book. Sitting on a park bench, Thomas held a to-go cup full of sub-par coffee in his left hand, and, lying across his knees, a book labeled Pokemon Battle Strategy. A Lillipup lay curled up next to his feet, sleeping soundly. Thomas was regretting purchasing this particular book, as it was clearly targeted towards more experienced trainers than he. There had only been two options at the Pokemart, though, and the other had clearly been intended for children. Still, as he puzzled over lists of type advantages, he thought that a couple of cutesy illustrations might have made him feel better.

He took a sip of his coffee, grimacing at the taste, and looked around briefly. He noted that, yes, Dodger was still sitting on the edge of the fountain staring at all the coins people had thrown in. That was good; the Teddiursa had been ready to leap in earlier. Thomas frowned, hoping that he still didn't have plans to do so -- it was winter, after all, the water would be icy -- but at least if he was distracted by the coins he wouldn't go around pick-pocketing people. His gaze wandered lazily away from Dodger to the few people milling about, looking for anyone he recognized and anyone interesting who he didn't.

((Just wanted to ~officially~ move Thomas to Accumula, haha. He is so super exciting. If anyone replies, feel free to use [actionspam], I'll match you :) ))

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[demyxusedsplash.livejournal.com]

[When the Xtransceiver flickers to life, it is broadcasting one thing: what appears to be a goofily smiling face-- a Tympole pressed against the screen. It chirps gleefully and hops backward a bit-- just enough to show a figure in the background. The figure is shrouded in a heavy black coat, and there is a hood pulled over his head, obscuring his face in a thick blackness. The speaker’s face might as well be invisible, but a youthful voice emanates from the blackness:]

No, no, no, no way-- This just... This just can’t be happening, y’know...! [The Tympole chirps again, sounding almost questioning. The figure brings black gloved hands to his head.] I-- I dunno, dude... This is freaky, I mean...

I was fading! You don’t just-- You don’t just... come back from the Darkness! E-especially not like this! That doesn’t happen...

[He seems to be hyperventilating just a little, and clutches at his chest.] Ugh, I feel sick, man...

[The Tympole gives one final chirp, and the figure looks up, startled.] Hey, what... What’re you doin’ over there, little guy? [He reaches over and picks up the Tympole, holding it under one arm as he peers into the screen.]

Huh... This that thing that was on my wrist before? [He picks it up with his free hand and dangles it before his face.]

... Haven’t seen anything like this in... forever, pretty much, heh... [He tilts his head.] Uh, anybody in there?