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Alarik slowly brought himself to his feet. Curiously, there was a weight tugging on his neck, as if something were hanging from it. Sure enough, when he looked down, the little baby jangmo-o that he was raising was sleeping quite peacefully in the hood of his hoodie, that he always wore backwards for this purpose, as if nothing had gone wrong and today was simply a splendid time for a nap. He envied the little creature's innocence as he stroked the sleeping dragon gently.

Looking around, it would seem as if Alarik had awoken in Couriway Town. "Kalos..." He muttered. Something about the air just radiated Kalos, and not to mention the waterfalls in this area were quite unmistakable. It looked quite sad, though, and empty, with all the destruction. He knew that it was once lush and green, and bustling with activity. But now...it was hauntingly quiet.

He decided to head for the train station. That woman had promised he wasn't alone, and somehow his first thought had been that if there were any people in this dead town, they would have migrated there. After all, he had remembered that being the first thing that many migrant newcomers would see. Perhaps it would feel familiar.

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Reagan had arrived at the building that had once been an active transport house, but now seemed sad and empty. She wondered if everyone was inside, and unconsciously, what Pokémon they had. If only trainers' Pokémon had been spared, then she hoped her beautiful Pokémon weren't the only fire types left. That would be horribly tragic. "Hello?" She called cautiously into the building. This was odd. She usually didn't actively seek social interaction, but yet she felt some level of obligation the stranger from her dream. And besides, no normal human wanted to be completely alone in this barren wasteland of a planet that it was now.

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Location: Couriway Town, North Eastern Outskirts

Jasmine was a walking disaster, She was extremely confused and lost, after hallucinating and then waking up in a completely new surrounding.

Maybe she had learned how to teleport. Or it was witchcraft. Or sorcery. Or maybe she was just stupid. Either way, the best plan now was to head towards the train station. Jasmine set off, walking briskly, deep in thought. First of all- was she not supposed to be dead. According to all known laws of science, a blast like that should have killed her, should it not? Common sense told her that she shouldn’t be breathing, let alone treading the surface of the earth. But here she was. Maybe this was what the gateway to the afterlife looked like, and she truly was dead. But that didn’t seem right either. Deep down, she had a strong feeling that she was alive. And that thing that had talked to her….what the hell was that about? Seeking her aid…going on a rescue mission or something like that.

She had no more time to dwell on the matter, however, as she was jolted back to reality by the sounds of her Pokémon “yelling” at her, as Clara, Chloe, Zoey and Kaili all grabbed the bottom of her skirt and yanked her back from the cliff’s edge. “Whoaaa….thanks guys! Since when did the train station look like this?” Jasmine wondered aloud, only to be smacked by Kaili as it chirped annoyedly at her, gesturing to the cliff and then to the path towards the town behind her. “Oh..yeah I see what you mean. This is definitely not the right way.” She scratches her head in confusion, before sitting down to calm herself and get her act together. She wasn’t going to find the train station in this state.