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Back where I'm from, there were never any seasons like there are here.

Every bit of the weather was controlled and left up to the desires of the people. Did more people want it to rain? To be sunny? For flowers to bloom, letting their petals float away on a breeze? Everything left up to a vote.

It feels strange to watch everything turn dull and quiet with nothing's input but Nature's own, and just as stranger to know that it will all bloom once more very much the same way.

Do you think that most situations can be like that- a two way street that has the possibility to flourish or fade away?

Or are there things that can't ever be changed from 'good' or 'bad' once they've happened?

Just some thoughts on a nice day.

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[He's only just arrived. Only just woken up, really, but this little device is a most curious thing, and Ringabel simply can't resist tinkering with it a little bit. It may even help take the edge off of his... unnerving circumstances.

It starts with a click.]

Hmm, so what happens if I press this button?

[The audio feed abruptly cuts off. What sort of miraculous device is this? It's certainly not like anything he'd seen on Luxendarc.

With another click, there's a shot of a dark room and a single bed, but like the audio, it too cuts of in a flash.

So it even captures images? What sort of sorcery is this? Even Eternia has yet to create devices this complex...

And now there are letters on the screen. Well, this calls for a little tinkering.]

test

Ah, good. Seems it's working!

[Well then, now let's see about this message...

He spends a few moments perusing the text carefully. A land without seasons sounds almost preposterous, but then, what does he know? First and foremost, he's an amnesiac, and secondly, the room he's found himself in is strange in its own right. Endless music with no apparent source, peculiar little balls. The note about a mysterious "Team Rocket." Sure, he should explore, but while he's here, he might as well get a feel for the situation.

So, right. Back to the heart of the matter...]

What a peculiar concept. If even seasons were left to a vote, then how did they command nature's whims? Was it magic? Crystals, perhaps? Mind you, this is all conjecture; I can already tell that I'm in a very different land. It's all rather foreign to me.

However, I do think that life is seldom as simple as blacks and whites, despite what Edea may say. There are always small nuances. Complexities. Shades of grey sprinkled in even the darkest of places.

[The response is one she's not quite expecting, but Red realizes what's going on soon enough. She waits, patiently, until it seems her new correspondent has gotten used to the Pokegear.]

[Her own answer takes a bit to come. Like always, she types, deletes, and retypes her thoughts until they're something she's satisfied with.]

No magic or crystals. It was all just technology. I'm only a musician, you see. Beyond the basic process

[Ha.]

I'm afraid it was all beyond me.

I agree. Things are rarely so simple for people, even when we wished they'd rather be. Sometimes, those shades of gray are more painful than anything black and white could ever be.

Impressive! I've seen many technological feats-- white magic cables to heal the ill, ships that sail through the sky, and even a dreadful mist capable of slaughtering thousands. Still, to think that man's own intervention could manipulate the whims of nature... You must come from a very different world.

[Because it seems that this is a different world and others also seem to hail from entirely different lands. Strange, and certainly mind boggling, but interesting nonetheless.]

Indeed, grey areas bring complications, especially regarding morals. What you think is right or wrong can very easily be turned on its head, bringing unseen stress and internal dilemmas.

[Fear, doubt... all troubling, yet often inescapable.]

That last one sounds horrible... That sort of thing never happened in Cloudbank. Violence like that, when it happened, was rare. At least until recently.

[And even then... That came not from malice or even on purpose. She supposes it's for that reason that it goes so well with what else they're talking about.]

It's painful to learn so many things like that, but at the same time, we're driven to learn about it. Ignorance is bliss, yet many people won't accept it so easily.

Then you're quite fortunate. Regrettably, such conflicts have arisen all across Luxendarc, though my friends and I have done our best to put an end to such quarrels. It's not a lifestyle I'd wish upon anyone, even if we've succeeded overall.

[A peaceful, carefree life must be refreshing, if not a bit dull from time to time. He's quite enjoyed his adventure, but even so, it'd be preferable if the crystals weren't oozing with darkness.]

Ignorance is bliss, perhaps, but I think it can be equally tormenting. As you said, we're driven to learn what lies beyond our grasp. And at times, ignorance can very well be one's downfall.

As an amnesiac, my own ignorance can be downright aggravating at times, even if it has allowed me a clean slate of sorts.

It's good to hear that there are people like you, then, that are there to help people... And better that you know how to do it.

Some places aren't that fortunate.

[Cloudbank wasn't.]

I can only imagine how frustrating it is. Even if memories hurt us or drag us back, they're still a vital part of us.

Are your memories something that you're looking for, or are you just moving forward? If it's alright of me to ask.

True. And I certainly don't mean to brag. I can't begin to imagine the struggles faced by other worlds.

[They could be even worse than the turmoil on Luxendarc, which is a terrifying thought to be sure.]

In any case, it's a bit of both. I certainly wouldn't mind unraveling the mysteries surrounding my lost memories, but I've had so much more to contend with that it hasn't been an immediate priority.

I suppose now that I'm here, I'll have time to reflect.

If it makes you feel any better, this place is good for that.

With everything that's happened for myself, I've had a lot of time to think about it all. I'm not entirely sure if I've come to a firm resolution... But I feel I have the time to smooth it all out, instead of everything being hammered at me at once.

That's the impression I've gotten so far. The locals appear friendly, if a bit naive, and the battles seem more like a sport.

My only complaint is the endless music, and that's only a minor inconvenience.

How long have you been here?

Less than a day, and I'm still trying to get a grasp on the situation.

Then again, I'm sure everyone struggles at first. It's an awful lot to take in.

You're adjusting really well for only having been here half a day. I think you'll be fine.

If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate in letting me know.

Well, I've had to adjust to some strenuous situations in the past. I suppose you could call me adaptable.

But really, Ringabel's fine.

[Yes, that was a terrible joke. He's probably fully aware of that.]

Do you know of any resources for further information? I'd hate to trouble you with too many questions.

Ringabel, then. I'm Red.

I'm afraid we don't really have a welcome pamphlet. If you just explore your Pokedex, you can figure out a lot of things. Cherrygrove City, the one you're likely to see head towards first, might also have a few things you can pick up.

Really, however, I don't mind questions. I'm glad to help.

[Ah, Cherrygrove is... quite a ways from where he's at, but best to play along. At least he's using text.]

Hopefully the residents will be more forthcoming than those in New Bark.

Still, since you offered, what else is there to do here aside from the obvious battles? I'd prefer a bit more variety, if possible.

Most of the average locals don't know much, unfortunately.

Well, there's a lot of areas to travel to, each city with its own attractions and scenery. Some people prefer just breeding Pokemon to purely battling with them... That's the main thing when it comes to them.

Some can get creative. I've heard there's a circus in Goldenrod, for example.

I've been speaking with a few others over this network, and I heard aren't any government officials to speak of. How this world manages to remain stable is a mystery to me.

A circus does sound interesting. Truth be told, I've never visited one myself, but it's not as if I've much else to do. Perhaps I'll pay it a visit.

I'm afraid politics isn't my strong suit. I've heard there's someone who's in our shoes who's been trying to take charge recently, but I'm not sure how that's going.

[Godspeed, Blake.]

Hope you have fun. I went there in the fall myself. It seems that if people are creative, they can do whatever they like here.

Ah, he's one of the people I've contacted. It's certainly an ambitious move, though whether or not he'll succeed is up for debate.

I imagine the city will be enjoyable even with the potential upheaval. I've every intention to investigate the local restaurants once I arrive and see how the fashions compare to those of Luxendarc. Still, there's nothing stopping me from taking a small detour while I'm there.

[And a circus sounds like a fun detour, at that, though whether or not it'd suffice as a date spot is... something he'll have to contemplate later.]

I didn't go out to eat too much, but I can point you in the direction of a few places if you like. The fashion is definitely something lovely here, however. A bit binary, but that's alright, I suppose.

Binary for the sexes, you mean? Hopefully it's not too restrictive. I'm certainly a fan of women in skirts, but clothes are a means of expressing oneself! Provide too many limits, and you sacrifice variety.

Don't worry! There's plenty of variety. I think it's just a culture clash in my case.

So how does the culture compare? You've already mentioned the peculiar quirk with the seasons, but surely there's more to it.

I suppose the technology is definitely very much different, which is a bit connected. At the same time, it's not so different that I feel out of place.

No one has a file filled out on them either, which is definitely a change of pace.

By file, are you talking about a record? If so, what sort of information do they usually contain?

[Consider his curiosity piqued. That's an odd little tidbit.]

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