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It is a sunny morning in Solaceon Town and the sun is beating down on Glinda Tayven's face. She wipes the sweat off her brow, enters Glinda's Flower Shop and sits down at the small table in the corner. The other employees are huddled around the table. "Alright, anybody have any plans for flower delivery this week?" she asks with a devious smile.
 
Kel Harris seemed like the only living thing in the warehouse, despite the bright sunlight pouring through the cracks in the thin wood that made up the makeshift patches in the roof. He methodically tapped his foot against the cold, cement floor as he pounded away at the granite slab in front of him, making swift, precise cuts in the stone. The air around him was thick and gray, full of the debris of his morning’s work. It may have been early yet, but sitting aside from his work table were three finished tombstones, fitted with names, birthdates, death dates. His bright yellow eyes were fixed on the end of the chisel.

Kel always wondered why his workload was constantly growing year by year, and why the dates on the slabs seemed to get closer and closer together. He also wondered how long it would be until his own name would be etched into the sleek, cold rock that he'd known so well, and he couldn’t help but smile at the irony of his job.
 
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Terrik leaned back in his chair and loaded six cartridges into the cylinder of his Colt Anaconda. He then holstered it. "I haven't been here that long, so I don't know very many people who live here."
 
"Ooh, ooh, what about the Millers?" Hana Johnson piped up, bouncing up and down in her seat. "The grandparents have a big anniversary coming up! It'll be a really big boom!" She giggled at the thought, fidgeting in her seat as she gleefully pictured the possible explosion.
 
"Hmm...yeah, yeah I like that. Didn't the grandparents meet in a barfight? If I do recall the grandpa killed someone. So you think their anniversary should go out with a bang?" plotted Tay. Her green tank top was her favorite thing now as it was very loose. Which was nice under the hot, hot heat.
 
"Of course!" Hana squeaked. "What better way to celebrate 48 years of marriage than with some fireworks?"
 
"I'm all for it." Shion smirked slyly. "It's the perfect little present from us to them." Her blood-red S sweatbands had been replaced with thin purple wristbands because of the heat outside. Her mind was delighted that she finally had something new to do; mostt of the newer errands had been quite dull lately.

Meanwhile, outside of the flower shop, Buizel was busily watering flowers with his Water Gun move. He sighed, then quickly went in for some rest from the heat beading down upon his forehead. Vespiquen was busily carrying pollen from one flower to another, helping them bloom quickly into a rainbow of a variety of colors.

Shion's mind quickly wandered off as she waited for others to continue discussing what the next step was.
 
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David leaned on the wall behind Tay. He had a slight crush on her, though it wasn't obnixous. Green was his favorite color on her when he was in a non-explosive mood. Today his red sunglasses reflected his intent for some fun as Roserade came from the door to the gardens with some flowers in it's hands.

"Ah, thanks a lot." David said with a kind smile. He gently patted Roserade on the head and showed the rest of the employees tthe red and white roses. As well as some exotic blue ones Roserade had been growing.

"Heh, they always seemed to be such die-hard American patriots."
 
Lance barged in. "What are the special flowers that I must deliver today miss?" Lance asked. "Is it a...a bouquet?" His eyes sparkled. His obbsesion with bouquets are a mystery, even to him, they are just so beautiful in every way.
 
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Terrik, having been leaning back in his chair, fell off it when Lance barged in. He sat up and rubbed his head where he had hit it on the floor. "Blast, that hurt!"
 
Hana giggled at Terrik's unexpected fall. "Hehehe! Serves ya right, serves ya right!" she chanted childishly.
 
Terrik emitted a frustrated growl at Hana's comment. He then stood up and turned to face Hana. "Serves me right for what?"
 
"For leaning back like that." Hana replied with her usual wide, innocent grin.
 
Terrik emitted a curse under his breath and picked his chair back up. He sat down and leaned back once more. Then he started fiddling with his gun.
 
"Bang!" Hana shouted suddenly, trying to get him to fall again.
 
"Can you put that gun away? This is a professional establishment." ordered Tay even though she knew he wouldn't. "Anyone that wants to come tend to the flowers is welcome." she suggested although it came off as more of a command. Glinda Tayven then walked out the back door and surveyed the flowers. Her eyes fell on an empty row and she sent out her Trapinch, Trevor. "Start digging Trevor, we've got a long day ahead of us." she sighed.
 
Terrik just glared at Hana, then spun his gun and holstered it. "A professional establishment my foot. I bet a lot of us would be sentenced to death if the authorities ever found out what was going on around here." He muttered another curse and walked outside. "Go, Sandslash!" He sent out his Sandslask and pointed toward a patch of dirt. "Use Dig." Sandslash jumped into the air and then dug into the ground.
 
"Haha, death can't be too cruel now can it?" laughed Tay wryly. She then allowed Trapinch to wander around and started putting seeds in the holes. Bend, place, cover up and move down. It was a routine she'd repeated countless times.
 
Kel blew the dust from the sleek slab and whiped it down, using a stained cloth dipped in a weak polish. He wiped the tombstone down and wiped his forehead. He looked down at his work and trailed the name and dates with his finger, as though he was reading them with his hands.

After chiseling in a symbolic signature on the side, despite his mentor's wishes, he set the stone next to the others, leaning them against the wall. With a deep breath he hoisted himself on to his work table and sat down, looking at the penetrating sun through the patches in the roof.
 
Terrik picked up a shovel and got to work. "Death can be cruel, especially if it's a slow and very painful death." He started digging a trench in the ground for seeds. "Hey Sandslash, dig a bit to the left." Sandslash obeyed and altered his course so that he was going a bit left to his previous course.
 
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