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Seth Silva, a kid from Unova determined to become the coolest trainer alive, has arrived at Snowpoint City with lots of motivation but only half an idea of what to do with it. All he has is directions to his contact: Quinn Orfield, a local teen who wants to finally put his dreams of becoming a Coordinator into action.
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"Okay. We're here, we settled in with my host family, and nobody pickpocketed me on the way here. Time to-" Seth was about to slip into excitement, but then he remembered something very important missing from his plans. The thought sent his face on a collision course with one of his palms. "Oh yeah. Don't know what I'm gonna do yet." Seth took used the same hand to fish out the note and read over it again. According to the meticulously-written directions, his destination shouldn't be much further away. He jammed the note and his hand back into the pocket of his dark skinny jeans.
It was off-season in Snowpoint City. The blanket of snow that usually draped the city had melted away months ago. The rich burgundy roofs of the warm-colored buildings shone proudly, no longer obscured by snow. The usually icy trees were fully green and the formerly frozen-over rivers flowed freely once more.
But Seth cared little for the scenery. Not when he had something to prove. Not when he had a reputation to uphold... or create.
Seth Silva, a kid from Unova determined to become the coolest trainer alive, has arrived at Snowpoint City with lots of motivation but only half an idea of what to do with it. All he has is directions to his contact: Quinn Orfield, a local teen who wants to finally put his dreams of becoming a Coordinator into action.
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"Okay. We're here, we settled in with my host family, and nobody pickpocketed me on the way here. Time to-" Seth was about to slip into excitement, but then he remembered something very important missing from his plans. The thought sent his face on a collision course with one of his palms. "Oh yeah. Don't know what I'm gonna do yet." Seth took used the same hand to fish out the note and read over it again. According to the meticulously-written directions, his destination shouldn't be much further away. He jammed the note and his hand back into the pocket of his dark skinny jeans.
It was off-season in Snowpoint City. The blanket of snow that usually draped the city had melted away months ago. The rich burgundy roofs of the warm-colored buildings shone proudly, no longer obscured by snow. The usually icy trees were fully green and the formerly frozen-over rivers flowed freely once more.
But Seth cared little for the scenery. Not when he had something to prove. Not when he had a reputation to uphold... or create.
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