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    Frontier Town Sand Veil Archives

    Laura’s sudden fervor made Lyra pull slightly back, utterly baffled, her widened eyes blinking rapidly and her ears lifting to form a T-shape. The silent shock melted into a flustered giggle, and she inwardly found it ironic how their personalities seemed to have temporarily swapped. “Err, huh...
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    Frontier Town Founder's Square

    Lyra shrugged innocently, unbothered by the description (which she guessed might have reminded some folks of likely delinquents, maybe?), and listened to Ben’s story with interest and understanding. As someone who grew up in the Daycare by the melting pot known as Goldenrod City, she was used...
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    Frontier Town Sand Veil Archives

    Lyra nodded in agreement. All those projects sounded like really, really good stuff, indeed. They made her think of the various Ranger programs from multiple regions and the multiple studies from important corporations like Silph in Kanto and Devon in Hoenn, fueled by genuine goodwill and the...
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    Frontier Town Founder's Square

    Oh, how utterly fascinating! So the talking Pokémon in Ben’s world were somewhere between wild Pokémon and humans in terms of rights and responsibilities. Lyra supposed it made somewhat sense, since it would allow talking Pokémon to better integrate in a more human society, or at least a world...
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    Frontier Town Founder's Square

    Lyra tilted her head, her curiosity growing. “Ah, Ursaring? Wow, it must’ve been weird having been devolved by this world, huh?” She smiled more warmly and wagged her tail. “But I’m sure you’ll be able to get back to your original form soon enough! I could lend a hand—well, a paw with training...
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    Frontier Town Founder's Square

    Lyra’s eyes sparkled with recognition. “Ben? So you’re—” —the Teddiursa whose Trainer has been killed by Andre in who knows what horrible way— “—one of us! Yeah, I’m a fellow Wayfarer!” she added quickly, diverting from the much darker conclusion. “We’ve already somewhat met, I’d say, even if...
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    Frontier Town Founder's Square

    As a newly-evolved Lopunny, Lyra had to learn how to tune in the myriads of sounds and vibrations that her ears were now able to detect, and what better way to do that than by hopping through an extremely busy and noisy part of the city? …Definitely anything but hopping through a noisy part of...
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    Frontier Town Sand Veil Archives

    Lyra hummed softly, pondering things through, then flashed a sad smile. “Hey. If it helps, I’ve had those kinda thoughts, too. Y’know, wondering and worrying about stuff that might happen? Like, I mean, people often tell me I’m an incurable optimist, but even I can have doubts and fears.” Her...
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    Landsverd Site A-06 "Prism Hollow"

    Throughout the conversation, both Silver and Lyra stayed equally quiet, with the former connecting many loose ends that had been unconnected for so long and the latter trying to make heads and tails regarding the entire strange (but also somewhat familiar) situation. After all, megalomaniac...
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    Frontier Town Sand Veil Archives

    "Oh, I sure hope so," Lyra said, reciprocating the grin. "I never say no to an adventure, whether it is exploring some place or, y'know, spending an afternoon at the shopping mall~!" Which didn't sound like a bad idea, actually! Did the Old Wild West have shopping malls or something equivalent...
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    Landsverd Site A-06 "Prism Hollow"

    Silver flashed a fangy smirk, bordering between mischievous and amused, and he lowered the bottle of berry juice on the floor. “…Heh! If you’ve got the spunk to fire back at me, then your condition is less terrible than what you look like.” He stood back up, and the jest in his eyes morphed...
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    Landsverd Site A-06 "Prism Hollow"

    Despite her rudimentary knowledge in Corvisquire’s anatomy, Lyra had seen way more injured birds and broken appendages than she would’ve wished to behold or treat, courtesy of her training as a Junior Breeder. So, even though checking wounds was never a pleasant task, first aid know-how was...
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    Landsverd Site A-06 "Prism Hollow"

    After unloading his barrage of slashes until his muscles were nearly burning, Silver rushed by Lyra’s side, hissing threateningly while guarding her from… well, whatever that disgusting parasitic creep was. Not like Lyra needed any protection, anyway: the barrier she had cast blocked that thing...
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    Landsverd Site A-06 "Prism Hollow"

    Silver couldn’t deny the dark satisfaction he felt when the beast lost its grip and fell back down, although that was dampened by the black flames flooding the entire floor. That thing refused to surrender, huh? And his friends… “I gotta help them!” he hissed, starting to channel the darkness...
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    Landsverd Site A-06 "Prism Hollow"

    Lyra beamed warmly. “Nice to meet ya, Alcott! Name’s Lyra!” Once Alcott began levitating, the Buneary was quick to press her paws to her back. “C’mon! Let’s get you two outta there! You’ve been stuck here for so long!” With a soft huff, Lyra began pushing the Nosepass toward the exit, hoping...
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