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    Natalia had wandered off away from Hakaro, begrudgingly picking up the trash from the ground and putting it in a bag. She used her quirk to lift up or readjust lighter pieces of garbage like wrappers and straws around, helping her a bit, but overall it was a slow and frustrating process. "This is so stupid..." She muttered to herself, kicking some sand in the process. "What a drag!" She shouted, crushing the can in her hand. As she did, she saw Rome Depot walking around, towards another student. Notably, not Rei; wasn't he suppose to be helping that other girl with... whatever it was they were assigned to do? She was pretty sure whatever was going on in there was far more important and interesting than trash collecting, and Fan Cam could probably use some help. Of course, she'd have to remember where they were assigned to go. With a bit of a skip in her step, she started walking around, trying to find where they had gone. When she got there, Nat couldn't help but let an audible gasp. She found Rei with the principle, the latter talking on the phone about dismissing the trip. Good news, Nat thought, before she noticed what looked like bruises on Rei's neck. Did Glory do that? No, he seemed too concerned for that to be the case. Plus, it wouldn't really make sense. There must have been some sort of villain attack. She had seen this scenario play out before. Glory showed up to save the day, but he had gotten there too late; Rei had already gotten hurt. They always arrived too late. Gritting her teeth, Nat decided it would be best if she started getting on the bus. With the bag of garbage still in her hand, she turned around, ready to leave this place.
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    OP: SawanoHiroyuki[nZk]:Yosh - 『BELONG』 ED: Hiroyuki Sawano - Inferno Rules Plot Database Application Discord Link
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    Lok Epilogue Lok wasn't sure exactly what happened after he was knocked on the wall. All he really knew is that they had managed to save Arceus in the end, their mission successful. With peace returned to the land, Lok went back to his home in Alpha, having experienced more than enough adventuring for his liking. Despite it being rough at time, he was glad he decided to embark on it. All the friends he made along the way, and learning more about himself, made his quest to adventure all worth it. Things back at home changed drastically, due to Giratina's influence being gone. Things had calmed down between Alpha and Omega, something that made Lok glad to see. Gwen was doing well, much to his relief. In fact, Gwen had entrusted him with that weird lamp that they had gotten during their adventures. Honestly, Lok had forgotten they had taken it with them, although once he saw it again for the first time in what felt like forever, he instantly remembered the menacing aura it radiated. He was hesitant on taking care of the lamp for her, but it was the least he could do. Plus, while it unnerved him, it also peaked his curiosity. One day, while Lok was washing the lamp, he felt the lamp suddenly jerk around in his hand. Lok nearly dropped it as it kept moving around, almost as if something was trying to break free. Finally, out of the lamp emerged a strange looking Gijinka. Lok fell on his back, confused as the stranger stretched, the ghost boy trying to figure out what was going on. It took him a bit to realize who was in front of him right now. "Kekeke, it was getting soooo cramped in there." They said, stretching from their time in the lamp. "Hoopa...?" Hoopa turned towards Lok, a smirk stretching on their face. "Oooh did you let me out to play?" Before Lok could say anything, he felt a surge of water fall on his head. Looking up, he saw a hoop above him, another one having been placed in the river he was using to wash the lamp. "I...I can't believe it!" Lok said, more excited about his idol being here than his now wet close. "It's... It's actually you! I didn't think- Oh wow, I-" He felt a hand plant on his shoulder, coming from behind him out of one of Hoopa's rings. "Hmm? Usually people get mad when I do this. Why didn't you?" "How can I be mad? The greatest prankster of all time is in the room with me right now! I'm you're biggest fan!" Hoopa gave the boy a confused, but amused look. "Fan? Uhhhh... kekeke, you're a strange one. Hey...is that old pretend ghost still around? Wanna mess with him with me?" "Of course! Oh, how could I forget!" Lok stands up, extending his arm out. "The name's Lok!" Hoopa reached out to meet the boy, but paused. With a grin, they reach past his hand and grab his arm and tug him into a portal with them. "Kekeke, almost, but you've got a loooot to learn." Lok let out a laugh as Hoopa dragged him through the portal. He had thought he had enough adventure, but this. This was different. He was going to have a lot of fun. Scarlet Epilogue Scarlet roamed the jungles of Mowloo, a metallic red mask on her face to hide the burn across her face. She had brutally been singed by the mad Houndoom's attacks during the final confrontation. The burn once symbolized a failure on her part; despite how strong she had gotten, she had succumbed at the final step. Luckily, the rest of the warriors were able to save Arceus in the end, and the world returned to normal. The world was at peace, at least for now, and things could return to mostly normal. However, she had a different goal. No longer was she just an explorer wandering the land. She had to be stronger, to protect her people, and the world. With the Legends coming out of hiding, she used her favor with the ones she had met to find Cobalion, honing her skills with the musketeer. In her training, she met the other Swords of Justice and, eventually, started roaming the land. Scarlet stopped in her tracks, her ears perking up as she heard a faint cry in the distance. Almost instantly, she sprinted towards the plea for help, her cape flowing in the wind. "Help!" A Dustox cried, his back up against a tree as a thuggish looking Toxicroak loomed over him. "There ain't nobody helping you now, punk!" The Toxicroak bellowed, a red blade jutting out of his wrist. The Dustox looked in horror as the poison dripped from the blade, flinching as he saw the blade fly towards him. "Huh?" Suddenly, between the two gijinka was Scarlet, her pincer gripped tightly on the thug's wrist. The color on the Toxicroak's face faded as he slowly realized what was happening. "N-no way!" He belted out, struggling to break the masked scizor's grip. "You... you're not real!" Somehow, he managed to break free from Scarlet's grip, only to be greeted by a bullet punch to his gut. As he was sent tumbling on the ground, he looked up in horror as Scarlet walked up slowly to him, dead silent. He could feel her piercing glare stare into his soul as he struggle to compose himself. "Y-You...!" Before he had time to blurt out a word, Scarlet was already dashing towards him. She had been doing this for a while; between protecting those in need of help and training with Cobalion, Scarlet had her hands full. Her business between training and vigilantism, she became a sort of local legend herself. Her title alone kept the jungles safe, striking fear into any wrongdoers and miscreants trying to cause trouble. She was the Crimson Crusader.
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    Added the three images for The Snake Hairstyles.
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    i feel like if i don't note interest joseph will probably find a way to murder me in my sleep
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    not going to brag or anything but shout outs to me
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