[center][h1][color=lightpink]Fantasia Heirloom[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=lightpink]Estoria City, Pokemon Lab[/color][/h2][/center]

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[color=8dc73f]Budew[/color]
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[@AbysmalDemon]

Charlie lectured Fantasia for a moment before storming off, shoving past the crowd with his white Belum floating shortly behind him. She rolled her eyes, pulling out a frilly folding hand-fan, fanning her eyes to get them to water. Fantasia had a feeling he wasn’t going to help her willingly, so she’d have to create a scene. She waited a moment before creating the most overly-dramatic display of tears to gain the attention of Professor Cedar. She clicked her heels over to the busy Professor whom was very confused by the theatrical display of agony.

[color=f49ac2]“Professor!” [/color]She cried out, fanning herself with every step. [color=f49ac2]“Oh, Professor Cedar he was awful!”[/color]

[color=92278f]“Hmm?”[/color] Professor Cedar turned toward her, “Who? Slow down Fantasia, what happened?”

[color=f49ac2]“Mrs. Cedar... -May I call you that?” [/color]Fantasia took a moment to gather her thoughts, [color=f49ac2]“Oh, he was simply awful to me Mrs. Cedar! He told me that my Budew was simply a ‘receipt’ bought with my father’s money, look at how upset he made my sweet little rose bud!”[/color] She pulled Budew out of her purse, showing the shaken up Pokemon to the Professor - when in all actuality Budew was more upset about the spooky Pokedex that seemingly floated away what seemed like only minutes ago. [color=f49ac2]“Of course, after his rude comments I showed him my Pokedex, and to my surprise now it is missing! He was the only person I showed Mrs. Cedar, I don’t think it is coincidence, he wouldn’t even help me look!”[/color] Fantasia brought her hand to her head in a dramatic effort, pretending as if she were completely mortified by the whole ordeal. [color=f49ac2]“He just took off running out that door with a floating white rock, it would be a shame if my father were to hear about this theft - wouldn’t it? If he didn't take it, all I ask is that you'd help me recover this item. Please, Mrs. Cedar.”[/color]