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<div class="jorpagedate">First Day of Chaos</div>
<div class="jorpagelyrics">I can't forget where we came from, I'm determined to keep a log - so everyone knows our story; even after we're gone.</div>
<div class="jorpagetext"> So Michael told me to go ahead and try this out - writing out our story for what had happened, to remember everything we had gone through, everything we experience. I hope you don't mind, Journal, but your pages aren't going to be filled with a typical young teen's words of love and woe . . . well, there will be woe . . . a lot of it, actually. Forgive me now, for what I must share in your pages. But these stories need to be told, the stories of how we became who we are now. I'll write them down as I can, but I can't guarantee any of them will be in order. So again, forgiv me please.
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The first day the chaos truly hit had started out normal, for us; for the whole town. Our town had survived much of that first fall out, and we all considered ourselves lucky. Looking back, I realize Mother and Father were waiting for the foot to drop, for our luck to crash . . . Michael and I didn't seem to have a care in the world. We were much to comfortable for that. We had just sat for breakfast when the first toe touched the ground, a loud explosion that to this day I can't quite point to. Michael things it was a combination of buildings collapsing and sparking broken gas lines. I don't know for sure, all I know is it was the start. The explosion caused the entire town to quake, and sirens flared up. Not just any sirens but the sirens for the warning of the Suffering's approach.
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I barely remember the rush that followed, just Mother and Father shoving pre-packed bags into Michael's and my hands, telling us to leave. A pokeball soon followed the packs, and a promise that they would follow shortly. We had spoken of this happening before and knew the plan - we'd get out early (it's why our bags were ready to go). Mother and Father would leave after packing up the final bit - money from the safe, different small tokens around the house - that sort of thing. And Michael and I would each receive a pokemon from our parents for our protection until we all could meet up again. We would be expected to leave quickly, taking back roads and hiding sneakily to avoid being seen - or stopped.<p>
Michael and I did just that, hands clasped tightly together as we snuck through the shadows, heading through town, and then out of town into the near by forest. There was a clearing, hard to get to - but it was a favorite camping spot for our father, but it required the knowledge of how to get there to reach it (and in a few places crawling through tiny holes in thickets). Michael and I did just that, reaching the clearing the day after the morning we took off. We knew we'd need to hang out roughly 24 hours, perhaps 48 before our parents joined us, so we took the time to let the pokemon out, get everyone fed, and to catch them up on what had been going on.
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But 24 hours passed, then 48, and then 72. No sign of Mother or Father. No sign of them anywhere. We ended up waiting five days before we realized they weren't coming. It was heavy hearts that we made our way away from clearing, hoping that our parents were just super late, and would catch up with us if they caught sight of our trails. About a week after no sign of them, and us moving around - now close to two weeks from when we left our town - we had to realize they weren't coming. We had stayed in the surrounding area of our town for as long as possible. It was an agreed upon topic with in the first five minutes of discussing it. Michael and I had to make it on our own. Something had happened, and we didn't know what, but Mother and Father were not coming.
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A whole new world, that's what this felt like (and she was fairly certain it was a feeling worth trusting as well). Kitty was beginning to get a feel for this town though, and she was very thankful to the welcome feeling she got here. Everyone seemed so nice, so friendly - even if they were fairly quick to warn her that not everyone would be willing to treat her that way. Something about her being an immigrant, others being natives. She didn't even remember where she immigrated from! In fact, it was a literal blank slate except for her most recent memories. Suddenly appearing in a void of sort, and a dim memory of the obstacles she faced were the first first of her memories - the place where it all started. Beyond that . . . she just couldn't begin to know. It was all too different. Too new . . . to . . . confusing. She tried not to dwell on it when she could avoid it.
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A soft shock that had sparks dancing along her golden curls, frizzing them up slightly had Kitty hugging a she glanced up towards the critter who was using her head as a pillow. Tiny paws were curled up in her locks, and every so often she'd feel the slight tingly sensation as a cheek would be rubbed against her forehead. There was little doubt to the fact there was a growing fondness between Kitty and the dedenne she had named Mischief - a name that fit true with the electric fairy type's personality. The dual type was nothing less than a trouble maker. And right now the problem child pokemon was a little displeased by Kitty's lack of attention. "Mischief, you have GOT to stop shocking me!" Kitty pouted, her eyes nearly crossing as she tried to look through her hair to the creature, able to see just the tips of her ears. "If you want attention you'll have to come down so I can cuddle you properly." The ears moved faintly, a swishing of a tail danced around Kitty's shoulders, Dede?" Kitty waited a few seconds for any more movement, "I'm serious Mischief. Last time I tried to pet you while you were ontop of my head it ended badly. It took hours to untangle your tail from my hair. Come down." The ears grew slightly, until a tiny forehead and then two eyes peered down at her. Kitty raised an eyebrow, waiting, and finally the rodent gave in, sliding the rest of the way off of Kitty's head and into her waiting arms, in which Kitty quite happily snuggled the pudgy pokemon.
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Mischief seemed to almost hum (whether from happiness or electricity, Kitty didn't want to know) as she accepted the cuddles and snuggles, making small noises - syllables of her name as she rubbed her cheeks against Kitty before a spark of electricity left the antenna whiskers and struck Kitty - again, "Mischief! Stop shocking me!" Mischief huffed, before patting the cheek in what one might assume was a sign of apology. Kitty was getting to know better. Mischief rarely seemed apologetic, she usually just placated. Mischief was the sort of pokemon who believed the best of herself - and that even her human would be lost with out her. At least, she believed so enough to know how much Kitty would let her get away with. Small shocks and discharges were okay, other then a firm word. Anything more and Kitty would actually show anger. Mischief wasn't worried, a hug made everything better with her human, she couldn't stay made at her for long.
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Kitty rolled her eyes at Mischief's behavior, ruffling up the short fur of her head before the two continued walking, early morning sun touching her skin and causing her curls to shine slightly, bringing out the lighter hues to the golden locks, even as her blue eyes scanned the road she was walking along, "Well, what do you think Mischief. What will we get to see today?" As was usual for Kitty, it was about what to see, not who . . . she very rarely planned to meet new people . . . unfortunately she couldn't account for others plans of running into her. And being a new girl in town, she knew someone would eventually stop by to at least say hello. At least everyone was friendly so far.
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Mischief's Comments and thoughts
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@kira-- 719 Words -- She's just walking down the street, feel free to jump in however <3

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<div class='cancanlyricbox'><div class='cancanlyrics'>you think you own whatever land you land on</div></div>

<div class='cancantextbox'><div class='cancantext'>It had been a few days since Kitty 'woke' in this world, and in that time she'd had a bit of spare time to figure this land out. To meet some of the people of Forest Beach Village, to get a bath, get some clothing (gifted by some kind people who were more than a little concerned about the quality of the clothing she had arrived in - and how much longer they would hold up). Now, in clothing of her own - a tank top, a pair of pants, and some boots - she felt more than fit to go out and really explore. She didn't think she could handle being stuck in town, surrounded by people for much longer anyways. She needed to get out, to go do something, see something, explore something. She needed that thrill, that promise of something fun and exciting. She needed it.
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Kitty stood at the edge of the village now, Mischief standing next to her, both looking out into the Eastern Great Forest, Kitty's eyes already starting to dance with an energy that hadn't been visible the past few days while surrounded by strangers - even if they were strangers she was getting to know. Mischief was practically sparking with her own energy and excitement as well. Glancing down at Mischief, Kitty grinned, "Are you ready, trouble maker? Just imagine what we might find in there . . . Well, you probably know, after all this is where we met, so you might have even live in this place for all I know. But . . . But it'll be my first time out and about in that forest . . . ."
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Mischief was starting to understand more of what her human spoke, though still it was just a few words here or there, but she did understand just what her human was trying to say, and Mischief had to agree, she was just as excited as Kitty. Oh, this is going to be amazing. I hope Kitty can handle this, that it won't be too much for her! I mean, it is her first time into the forest! But it'll be great!. The dedenne looked up with a sparking smile, her eyes glistening with eagerness, "De! Dedenne!" She stated with an eagerness matched by her human.
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Kitty laughed, a sound that the humans with in the village hadn't really heard from her yet, and anyone staring at her might not recognize the curly haired blonde as the same Kitty who had been getting to know the village the past few days, no this was a whole different Kitty. This was the Kitty you got when you gave her something fun to do, and kept her away from people. With a final grin (matched by her starter) human and pokemon took off into the forest at a run, knowing their trip couldn't last too long, as she didn't really have the supplies available to turn it into a long adventure like she wanted to. But a few hours - a many few hours she could do.
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Kitty and Mischief took off into the forest, Kitty jumping over fallen logs, and laughing with delight as she and Mischief took off into an improv game of tag, Mischief tagging her first before Kitty returned the favor, both heading into the vibrant forest that seemed alive with the sounds of bird pokemon and the likes. "Alright Mischief, let's do this! Let's have some fun!" Mischief responded with sparks being discharged and arching through the air, before Kitty scooped her up and the two continued to weave through the trees, Mischief climbing up her human's arms and perching atop Kitty's head, little paws clinging to her hair as the little pokemon seemed to hum with the energy that Kitty was giving off.
<p>
It wasn't until Kitty and Mischief had reached a clearing that the two slowed, Kitty breathing heavily at this point, but the smile never leaving her face, and her eyes sparkling with excitement, energy, and a vibrant amount of delight.
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Mischief's Comments and Thoughts
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Tagged -- 662 Words -- No Notes

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<div class='cancantagbox'><div class='cancantags'>that the earth is just a dead thing you can claim</div></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/thumb/c/c9/702Dedenne.png/240px-702Dedenne.png' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div>

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Kitty glanced around with a slow hesitance as she hovered around the very edge of this odd collection of . . . . . places? She wasn't even sure where she was, what this was, but it appeared to be a place where people gathered, lived, survived even. Mischief used the moment of stillness to climb up Kitty's arm, and then to perch on the top of Kitty's head, tiny paws curling around her temple as she rested her own tiny chin atop Kitty's forehead, "Dedenne ne de?" Mischief asked, and Kitty nearly crossed her eyes high as she attempted to look at the pudgy pokemon now using her head as a seat. "I'm not sure . . . . about this. There is a lot of others around . . . and I don't know, I just . . . . I'm feeling a touch nervous to be around them. I can't explain it . . . but . . . . I just . . . . I'm nervous. Too many people, I guess? I don't know."
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Mischief was watching the humans wandering about, as she chattered to her human about being hungry and wanting berries. Kitty had responded, not that Mischief could translate the human's odd speech, though at this point she had figured out Mischief was her name, and had even gathered that Kitty was her human's name. But that was it so far. Still her human wasn't fully aware that she was hungry it seemed. Mischief lowered her eyes slightly and bobbed her human with her nose, electricity charging in her antennas, "Mischief, do not zap me!" Her human had squeaked her name, startling the little Dedenne, as she let the collecting energy shock out in arches into the air, instead of zapping the girl. "Good job, no zapping. Good Mischief." Mischief paused at that Her name had been said, and there was that word again . . . . The energy charged up again followed by a no Zap. When she let the energy go - her name was said and she was was patted on the head. Mischief sat quietly as she wondered about this new development . . . She had some experiments to try . . . Time to see what the human was trying to say. Time to get into some of her name sake!
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Kitty felt Mischief shift, and immediately realized the Dedenne was about to jump down, "You better not run o-" And too late, Mischief had hit the ground and was now running into the people place. Eyes wide, Kitty took off after her, nimbly leaping over small obstacles in her way, "Mischief, get back here! Mischief, No!" Hearing her name, Dedenne glanced back, pausing, and Kitty quickly used the moment to try and catch up closer, "That's it Mischief, good Mischief, come here, please!" Kitty was practically begging at this point.
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Mischief eyed the human, her name and that word again, well two familiar words. The No . . . it was clearly a way for her human to disapprove of what she was doing . . . And when she was told 'good' it was meant as praise. Which meant . . . . She charged up her antenna whiskers curiously, causing Kitty to immediately squeak about "No zap, no zap Mischief! Please, no more zapping!" Ah . . . that was it. The shocks, her human was calling it zapping. They'd only been together for . . . six hours now - maybe, and Mischief was feeling quiet proud - she had figured out . . . five words now that the human used! This could work!
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Mischief's thoughts ended as Kitty suddenly grabbed her and scooped her, up, bopping the Dedenne on the nose, "Behave you little rascal!" She scolded, only for Mischief to respond by zapping the charged energy at her human, causing Kitty to squeak in distaste . . . It was at this point that Kitty realized where she was, "Oh . . . well, it looks like we're here . . . I guess . . . we can look around, and maybe get some clues about this place, and maybe even why I can't seem to remember anything . . . " Kitty mumbled quietly, hugging the Dedenne close to her chest as she began to walk through the town, hopping to ignore any and all of the eyes on her, and feeling very out of place with her scruffy look, but still keeping her eyes peeled for anything that looked like a place for new clothes . . . or to get herself cleaned up.
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<div class='cancantagbox'><div class='cancantags'>have i possibly gone daffy</div></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/thumb/c/c9/702Dedenne.png/240px-702Dedenne.png' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div>

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<div class='cancanlyricbox'><div class='cancanlyrics'>people always say life is full of choices</div></div>

<div class='cancantextbox'><div class='cancantext'>Alarm had filled the young woman as she felt herself be pulled up again, watching with wide eyes as more colors seemed to join the sky - colors from before but more isolated. Her eyes squeezed shut then as her stomach suddenly flipped and she curled up with in herself as she let out a heavy groan, trying will her stomach to relax and calm down. She kept her eyes closed, and never saw the scene change. But she felt it, she felt the changes. Her feet touched down softly, and as her nose took in new scents, and her skin felt warm, she slowly opened her eyes, realizing she was somewhere normal, somewhere different, somewhere . . . real, "Thank you!" She called up to the sky, her expression vibrant and happy as she slowly sat down, her fingers trailing with delight against the softness of the grass, the natural fragrance of it lifting into the air. Her gaze turned up to the sky lit blue, white wisps of clouds decorated the sky and birds seemed to sing.
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Kitty was so focused, gaze dancing from scene to scene that she didn't notice the approaching critter until it spoke for the first time, De? Denne?. Kitty's eyes dropped to the fluffy body, the gold and black coloring, the sparks of lightning along antenna whiskers . . . and a shrill shriek left her mouth as she was suddenly scrambling back from it in an awkward mimic of the crab walk, "S-Stay back! Don't come closer!" Her voice held a quiver that was a mix of alarm, fear, and disuse. She kept her eyes locked onto the black eyes of the little electric-fairy type. "I'm not edible, so please don't try to eat me! Not even a little nimble! I'm all skin and bones anyways. Hardly any meat on me at all! And I'll smell REALLY bad if you try to electrocute me as well! It'll get in your fur, and stick really bad, and then who knows what would happen then! Your girl . . . er, boy? Uh, who ever at home, might not like you so much if you smell yucky because you burnt me to a crisp!
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"And I really, really, truly, absolutely do not want to look like a crisp! I like the way I look now. And black is too dark of a color for me, and I can't imagine it would match my skin tone well! And my blonde curls would clash horribly! Oh heavens, I might not even have blonde curls left! Please, please, please don't electrocute my curls off!
" Kitty's rush of speech ended as she grabbed her curls in her fists and hugged them close to her body, unaware that she probably already looked quite the fright with torn, travel-wore clothing, dirt caked to her skin, and her hair a mess. She clearly had the appearance of someone who was only just recently saved. Right now, she didn't care - she didn't have the memories of it anyway, or much for memories at all even. And she was fairly distracted by the terrifying, small, pudgy, absolutely adorable, but utterly terrifying creature in front of her.
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Dedenne stared at the human in utter confusion and fascination. "De? Denne?" It repeated, hoping a little closer to the scared human, before seeming to shrug its shoulders, By golly, I think she's scared of me! Little ol' me! How silly, I mean what kinda trouble could I get into . . . well . . . that's besides the point. I'm cute. I'm cuddly. Why is she not showering me with the affection and attention I deserve! She was picked to be my human . . . she needs training, I guess. As the girl quickly moved further away at Dedenne's approach, the antenna pokemon huffed, before letting a spark off of it's antenna towards the girl, low powered, nothing more than a tickle, but meant to communicate and offer reassurance - not that the low level half fairy really knew how to offer that emotional response properly. No one had taught HER how to manipulate or share emotions. It was like they were worried she would use it for evil or chaos, or something silly like that. Unfortunately the shock didn't work and the girl was now attempting to bat Dedenne away desperately.
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Dedenne narrowed her eyes in annoyance, huffing faintly, before finally sitting back on her haunches and let loose her absolute best TEARFUL LOOK she had ever done before (and she had a lot of practice using that to get out of trouble. A LOT of practice. Like when she'd accidentally stolen berries from a flock of spearows. Or zapped the behind of that deerling once. And heaven forbid ANYONE mention the time she play tackled the sawsbuck and got knocked back into the previous week. Tearful Look soon had others accepting her rushed apologizies while she got away, and she was hoping the human would be just as easy to forgive, so Dedenne could work on training her up.
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Kitty however wasn't even looking at Dedenne, she was too busy trying to find an escape route from the crazy pokemon that had SHOCKED HER. Sure, it hadn't hurt, but it had actually SHOCKED HER. That was not friendly, not friendly at all! Like seriously, who does this little guy? gal? think they are! Still fairly terrified (though hardly a surprise considering she was somewhere new, no memories, and a pokemon trying to shock the beejezus out of her) she was slowly standing and inching towards the forest. With out another look at Dedenne, she spun around in a circle and took off into the forest, running as quick as she could. Time to get away!
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Dedenne turned the Tearful Look off with a wide eyed surprised expression. HER HUMAN WAS RUNNING AWAY? Eyes narrowed, and the pokemon was lurching forward, racing across the ground after her, tail flapping faintly as she ran on all four feet, quickly catching up, "De?! Dedenne! Ne-ne, De!" She shouted, rather desperately, Goodness, this girl can run! Oh for the sake of arceus! SLOW DOWN! She thought fairly desperately, as she caught up and dodged in front of her human, huffing faintly, "De, de!" She grumbled, even as she watched the human start to turn. Instantly Dedenne let loose an adorable TAIL WHIP to try to win favor, with a sweet coo of "Dedenne!", catching the girl's attention, locking her eyes in a stare down, waiting until she was sure that the girl was paying attention, and then letting that TEARFUL LOOK fall into place again, desperate for it to work this time . . . three moves in a short period of time was rather tiring after all, for the young pokemon, she had almost spent half her energy already! Well, not quite but it felt close.
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Kitty finally sank to her knees slowly, eyeing the pudgy mousey pokemon, "You're . . . not going to hurt me?" She asked hesitantly, eyeing the pokemon, "No more . . . zap zap?" She added, her index finger on both hands bending, before she touched the knuckes together - the sign for 'Electricity' not that she was aware of that fact, and the pokemon definitely wouldn't know it. As Dedenne just sat there waiting expectantly Kitty let out a soft sigh before slowly reaching out towards Dedenne. Dedenne didn't even wait before bumping her head beneath Kitty's hand, pushing against it for attention. Slowly Kitty let a small smile, and immediately scooped the Dedenne up, hugging it tightly to her, "Oooh, you're so soft! And you're clearly not aiming to hurt me - or you wouldn't have let me cuddle you! Oh we can be the bestest of friends, okay! I'm Kitty, or at least I think I am . . . I'm a little fuzzy, but that's what I'm calling myself!" She declared with a happy little rush of words, squeezing Dedenne tightly and smothering the satisfied mouse dual type with cuddles until Dedenne began to squirm to be released.
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Kitty let her down, and Dedenne perched in her lap, reaching up to touch Kitty's cheeks, antenna's on her cheeks sparking as she attempted to communicate again with another wave electricity - shocking Kitty in the process. Bird Pokemon flew in the air as Kitty's "OUCH! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS DEDENNE, DON'T BE MEAN!" Echoed through the air, and Dedenne's equally loud shrieks of variations of her name, roughly translating to her human being too stupid to understand what she was trying to share with her. Another spark and another shout from Kitty soon followed . . . ah the start of a new friendship. "STOP SPARKING ME DEDENNE! THATS STARTING TO HURT! SHOCK ME ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL CUDDLE YOU TO DEATH! NO, NO, NO, NO DON'T CHARGE UUUUPPPP! OOOOWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
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<div class='cancantagbox'><div class='cancantags'>no one ever mentions the fear</div></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/thumb/c/c9/702Dedenne.png/240px-702Dedenne.png' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div><div class='cancanimg2'><img src='https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51DjYp5blNL._SX425_.jpg' width="40px"></div>

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