"Violet City: the city of nostalgic scents." Quinton read on a sign as they progressed into the city.
"Whatever that means." Nessa said bluntly. "Do you even know where the gym is?" She said loudly to Theo who was ahead.
The boy snapped out of his thoughts, "Huh? Oh, no I don't." He simply answered.
"Then where are you going?" She raised her eyebrows.
"I don't know. I'm thinking of how I can deal with flying-type Pokèmon. Let's just find the gym ourselves." He sighed and they wandered through the minimally desolate city. This city was averagely sized, but there weren't many people out, even though it was early morning.
"Are you prepared to take on the gym already?" Quinton questioned him. "Maybe you'd want to take another day to train?"
"Nope. I've done enough." He shook his head. "With Pikachu, we can't go wrong." He rubbed his hand on Pikachu's head and they laughed at each other.
Click.
"Huh?" He looked at Nessa, who was holding a camera. "It was a wholesome moment, so I took a picture. You'll thank me for taking this someday."
He slightly narrowed his eyes, with an idea. "Well if you wanna take pictures..." he stepped in front of a tall building, "then take one of us here!"
"Smile the for picture then." She held it in front of her eye for a better look. "Three, two, one."
Click.
Oh what a memory that photo will one day be.
"Whoa, what even is this place?" Theo looked up at a purple windowed building with a magenta swirly pattern going up the top.
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"I see you've found my gym." A voice spoke from behind. They jumped, startled. It was Falkner.
"Man, you're always scaring us from behind." Theo nervously laughed, holding a hand on his heart.
"Sorry." He simply said. "This is the Violet Gym, the battlefield is on the rooftop. I've been waiting since yesterday for your arrival. Are you prepared to take on my flying-types?" He quizzed the boy.
