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LiteratureDear Diary: A Pokemon Black Storylocke, Part 20Much to talk about today. We’ve spent most of the last few days training up, patching the hole that Prima left in our team. Lillil has filled that spot well enough, though I find her difficult to read. She came from the Lostlorn Forest, after all, and sometimes I can’t help but get the feeling that she knows more than she’s letting on. Still, she’s polite, if a little distant, and far more of a follower than a leader. She is willing to go along with whatever anyone else on the team suggests. Cenn’s mostly taken her under his wing—or his carapace, I guess?—and I think she’s warming up to him mosLiterature'Dear Diary': A Pokemon Black Storylocke, Part 3Dear Diary. Sorry I haven’t had time to write much the last couple of days. Master’s had our noses to the grindstone for a while now, prepping us for the gym battle. It’s been hard, grueling work, but I don’t mind it at all—every ounce of strength I get is an ounce of strength that will help me avoid any undue accidents in the future. If I get strong enough, perhaps I’ll never have to worry about being killed. Opal and Keen are still butting heads over leadership, but Opal’s coming out on top. Master uses her more than anyone, and she’s easily the strongest. Tinder and I see about even amountLiteratureDear Diary: A Pokemon Black Storylocke, Part 27It’s been nearly a week since we’ve arrived here in Driftveil, and progress seems to have ground to zero. The entire city remains taught and suspicious. Passers-by leer at you when you walk past. The city’s famed outdoor market, supposedly one of the greatest mingling places in all of Unova, has become barren. People won’t go there, suspicious of losing a pokemon in the crowds. Now it’s more a symbol of fear than it is a symbol of Driftveil’s history and commerce. I think Clay must be partially responsible for the climate. The Gym Leader secludes himself, rebuffing all challengers, and runs the city as thLiteratureDear Diary: A Pokemon Black Storylocke, Part 66We’ve been in Opelucid for a few days, recuperating from our fight with Drayden. During that time, we’ve found ourselves held up as unlikely heroes by the people of the city. Perhaps it was because we’d trained them all to rise up, perhaps because we’d defeated Drayden ourselves, or perhaps because we had saved the younger, more innocent dragon disciples (albeit that was mostly circumstance, but still)—but regardless of the reason, we were celebrated unilaterally throughout the city. That first night was hard, and not just because of the physical wounds. I know that Drayden effectively chose to blow himself up,LiteratureDear Diary: A Pokemon Black Storylocke, Part 8Dear Diary. Castelia—the greatest city in the Unova region, or so I hear. From my (admittedly small) range of experiences, I’d have to say the moniker is well-deserved. You could take every human I’d ever seen, every human who lived in the tiny towns and cities I passed through, the places I had been so impressed by, and triple them—no, quadruple them, and it would be barely more than a drop in a deep dark lake. A city thrumming with human lives… what kinds of people are they? Are they Blairs? Biancas? Lenoras? Ns? When we woke up, we crossed over into Castelia City from the last little bit of Skyarrow Bridge.Literature'Dear Diary': A Pokemon Black Storylocke, Part 2Dear Diary. The last few days have been rough. After my last entry, we finally made our way out of Accumula Town. The route beyond—“Route 2,” Opal tells me; how creative—is not unlike my own Route 1, with whistling grass and pleasing scents. Master caught a pokemon here, a rough-and-tumble little Lillipup named Keen. Unlike myself, Keen, despite being a wild pokemon, has lived in proximity to a human settlement his whole life, and has a limited understanding of human customs and speech. Limited, but still superior to mine. Still, I’ve been picking up few pieces here and there. Being constantly submerged in aLiterature'Dear Diary': A Pokemon Black Storylocke, Part 4Dear Diary. Both much and little has happened since we last spoke. I suppose I should get you up to speed. Our little team is almost starting to feel like a family. Artful may be mischievous, but Blair has been keeping him around—why, I don’t know, as he never seems to want to send the poor Purrloin out into battle. Though given how seriously some of our recent opponents seem to be treating battle, that may be a good thing… We finally left Striaton the day after the incident in the Dreamyard and headed out into another route—“Route 3.” (I’ve already said my piece about humans and their naming conve