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Post by jayde cross on Jan 17, 2019 9:49:17 GMT
|it is dull and cool.|
the shift in weather is not likely of hoenn and jayde hugs his body. ocean waters are stilling against the silent stretch. aboard a measly rowboat, an elderly man guides them through. his striking eyes lazily glimpse into the mist that hovers close above them.
"is it usually like this?" curiosity inclines him to speak.
wrinkly features catch the faint light. when the crown tilts downward, all that is apparent in the mood is obscured by the cap. pushing into the gentle tide, the man lastly decides to usher a reply.
"tis' always been stormy round these parts," lips quiver as the words slip into the air, "gotten colder though, articuno might play a part n' that." jayde considers the answer greatly. frantic weather is a good sign, especially if it is consistent. the legendary bird however— its presence has him anticipating something more.
"here." what keeps them afloat shudders in his movement. the coat is shoved into the water—proof bag while he begins to fumble with straps of his goggles. jayde had already taken the initiative in a diving suit, still, it hadn't proved pleasurable against the chill.
"how long will you be?" the firm grasp straggles itself to the back of his head and the object of importance settles upon his shoulder. through the slightly foggy material, he peers into the gloomy waters.
"don't bother." not bothering appreciation to the local fisherman, jayde falls into the depths of the blue. he grinds his teeth together as the harsh temperature torments his body. there is great transparency to hoenn's ocean. the light leeks into the opening like a dying fire.
further downward and into the absence of vision he forces himself hurriedly with all that lingers around. the rise and its opening are close and he continues in spite of all that screams no. entering the shadowy cavern has him half—wondering if the air of another room will be there.
jayde reaches into the surface with a loud gasp, his hands lingering outward for any form of land. "shit," he curses, flesh tingling uncomfortably with the low temperature. thankfully, he finds the ease into the cavern and crawls onto the rugged earth. although it is impossible to see anything, he is familiar with where he'd placed his company. the sudden glare of the pokeball's light gives approach to the charizard's flame.
"close, keep it close," he gestures, calmed by the warmth. all that had been swallowed whole by the darkness was now easing into the glow. jayde stands up carefully. he'd heard many things about this cavern.
a beast of great power that slept at the very bottom. a pokemon so ancient that it could've been present in the creation of the world itself. maybe, just maybe, it could have been what he was looking for.
well— even if it had proven false.
he'd find something worthy of a clue.