EVENT - Pokemon attacking and stuff

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So. It's morning, in winter. It's a nice time, nice and cool. Well, cold, but whatever. This is a short part, because the majority of this EVENT OPENING will be in comments below this.

So yeah. Pokemon are wrecking shit, looking for you guys from other universes.

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hfhjngh my god, the worst, it is her

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Having absolutely no clue what she's supposed to be doing, Paprika finds herself suddenly aware of the fact that her bare feet are absolutely freezing. Seeing that the fight appears to be over, Robin reluctantly perches on Paprika's shoulder and begins to preen her hair, ignoring any protests. With a long-suffering glance at N, Old Man plods over to sit at Paprika's feet, completing what must be the worst spectacle in all of Pokemon training's history.

"Uh, you okay, man?" Paprika calls, hoping that this means the catastrophe is over and they can all go back to bed where it's warm and not winter.

NO SHE IS CLEARLY THE BEST

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N promptly returns to Paprika's side, and takes a moment to look over her Pokemon, making sure they aren't hurt too badly. Then, he scrutinizes their trainer, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes," he answers absentmindedly. Now then, less than stellar battling aside... "Where are your shoes?"

Paprika and Dragonite had likely traveled long enough with N to know of his odd sleeping patterns. He seemed to be surprisingly active at night, supposedly leaving camp to meet whatever nocturnal Pokemon were around, but he still had a tendency to wake up very early. Today was one of those days, and he apparently has forgotten that Paprika was probably trying to sleep when this chaos began.

LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS

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"Uh," Paprika starts, before realizing that she really doesn't have a clue where they are. "Somewhere," she determines, doing an awkward little hopping dance to try and keep her feet off of the suddenly freezing cold ground. She supposes you don't notice those things when freaky Pokemon are out to kill you.

"So, if we're done with, like, the Pokemon-zombie apocalypse or whatever the hell that just was, d'you wanna go get your head fixed? 'Cause I'm not first-aid certified or anything, so I'd probably end up making it waaaaaay worse."