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Grassveil Town, a small Pokemon town where everyone knows everyone bustling with many Pokemon willing to trade well for other Pokemon for a bit of extra pocket change. Flowers bloomed almost everywhere and the smell of freshly cut grass seemed to linger in the air. Many of the shops were located in the center of this town and for good reason, they all compete to sell things to visitors and residents alike. One such resident was the Minccino, Nightingale. The ash gray Pokemon loved to stir up some trouble in the quiet little town. He was known like every other Pokemon, some of them enjoyed his 'pranks' laughing when someone is caught up in one, but everyone knew that he was just a kid and having some harmless fun.
Today was like every other day here in the town; with a little bit of Poke to his name, Nightingale was looking around for some supplies he may or may not need for his next outing to the nearby forest. An adventurer at heart the small boy spent most of his free time exploring a wood nearby that has been explored time and time again by just about every other Pokemon who wanted to come to this town. "Welcome to the Kecleon Shop!" The green Kecleon looked down at the small ash gray Pokemon who held onto his small amount of Poke in a tiny bag slung around his body. "Hello Mister Kecleon. What are you selling today?" Nightingale said with a happy smile on his face. Today was a wonderful day and Nightingale didn't want to waste any time when he could be out exploring the wood. The boy and the shop keep chatted for a bit before the chinchilla shook his head respectfully and started to walk away, not buying anything and just checking on the stock before heading out on his own. Lost in thought the boy watched the ground under him with each step he took, thinking of where to go and what to do, and what kind of things would he see today and what he could possibly bring back to sell to Kecleon!
He lifted his head and blinked, looking around as he remembered he was walking; heading into the residential district of the town instead of the town, nowhere near the exit gates. A quiet groan escaping from his lips as he looked around. He stood in the middle of the walkway, some Pokemon just passing him as he looked like a Deerling who's been startled. His head shifting left and right as his eyes scanned the area; trying his best to remember what way was the closest exit. He was still in town so he wasn't to lost, all he needed to do was walk and he'd get to where he needed to be in time.
Subject: A Ruined Meeting 
