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Tainted White was not his favorite color. In fact, he didn't really have one. Many assumed, however, that he did, and also that that color was blue, but he didn't really hold that particular hue above any other. Really, it was just a matter of what he looked best in, both in his own mind and in the mind of the public, and he quickly found it. Blue: the spectral manifestation of calm and poise; the color of the strong, enduring sea; and the color which cooperated most harmoniously with his eyes and the eternal ring of the Phantomhivesboth a deep, regal cerulean.
So why was it, then, that white took such precedence in the gardens surrounding the Phantomhive estate? Many had asked, but no onenot even those closest to the young masterhad any idea.
During the early stages of the renovation of the mansion
Nuzlocke Emerald-Chapter 2 Professor Birch's lab was smaller than I'd thought it would be, or at least it seemed so if I didn't look up. Its high rounded ceiling gave it the illusion of size, but one only had to focus on the ground to see that this place was in desperate need of some kind of addition. There were shelves crammed with books shoved against the walls and tables piled high with papers so close to each other I wasn't sure how his assistants actually sat down. Against the back wall, in what I assumed to be Birch's "office" was the large machine I'd seen in Pokémon centers, flanked by two large tables holding books, loose-leaf paper, and one with a few pokeballs.
A few seconds after we stepped inside, Stephen leapt off my shoulder and bounded towards the machine, nearly falling underfoot of two scientists, who were too busy mumbling and staring at their clipboards to pay
Prelude to a New Generation 5 The cafeteria was lit like a stadium: blindingly bright with shadows like coagulated blood.
But there was really only one shadow in the whole room, and I approached it, my footsteps like bass-drumbeats in the deafening silence, with a slow, determined gait. Reuniclus floated along beside me soundlessly.
A few feet from him, we stopped, and I forced back my rage to give him a cold, steely glare. He looked back at me, standing straight, with his hands clasped behind his back.
Then, though no one moved, I heard a pokeball open and blinked against the flash of light. The light had originated at his hip, and as I watched, it changed from white to red, but it didn't immediately shape the pokemon. Instead, the red light slunk out from his hip, becoming firs
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