near the last known location of regirock's tomb, several trainers have stumbled across an ominous opening. inside, they will find the ruins of the legendary titan, riddled with traps, treasures, and the mystical unknown. no one knows what awaits them but one thing is for sure — a new arc begins. despite the thin veil of peace, the public still faces unease.
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
Regardless of any protest the admin might have made Samuel would’ve got him to abandon his Rocket duties and enjoy a day of rest and relaxation.
The man looked like at any second he’d probably keel over from stress. So he decided to take Marcel to Dewford and more specifically route 107 which was just outside of the town.
This place was the perfect spot; they could enjoy the warm weather and the beach without the crowds of the other popular beach spots like Slateport. Honestly he'd love to live at a spot like this, have a house on the shore. Who wouldn't love that?!
And Sam set them up with some nice beach chairs, a cooler with drinks and if there was anything else they might need it was on his boat and he could always grab it later.
”Come on then, take a seat. Want something to drink?” He’d ask, popping open the cooler and rummaging through it.
[attr="class","marcelThread"]marcel finds his reluctance waning as time passes; by the time they reach route 107, he's resigned himself to this getaway. looking out to the sea, he has to admit samuel's due some credit. maybe he did need a break. [break][break] at the rocket's prompting, he leans to look into the cooler. "any iced coffee?" [break][break]
”Uh let’s see.” He had packed this so long ago he didn’t remember all the crap that he tossed in it. Rummaging through it he picked out a few drinks but none of them were an iced coffee.
”Sorry, all I’ve got are some waters, beer, and lemonade. And you won’t believe how expensive this lemonade was, it’s ridiculous.” An idea popped into his head as he thought about the drink selections.
”I think I might have some more stuff on the boat, I could always go check.” But checking would have to wait as there was a wild Pokémon near his boat.
”Oi! Get away from there!” Samuel shouted, dropping the drinks, and then sending a Pokémon out.
”Thunder!” He ordered of his Manectric that he just released. The electric type did as told and attacked the Seadra that was near the boat with a bolt of lightning.
”Phew, sorry about that! So what’ll it be? One of these or I can go check.” Samuel said as he nonchalantly tossed an empty capsule toward the Seadra.
[attr="class","marcelThread"]his rotom wakes up at the ruckus, shooting a THUNDER WAVE as a tentacruel lurking just above the surface. it takes marcel a few moments to recall their conversation. [break][break] "ah, don't worry." he looks out to the sea. "i'll have a beer." [break][break]
”Okay a beer it is!” And again he went exploring back into the cooler, trying to find the coolest beer to give to the admin.
”Here you go! One beer for you and I’ll be having a lemonade.” He’d hand the drink over and then take his seat which faced the ocean.
”This shit better be good.” He snarled to himself as he opened the drink. He stared at it suspiciously at first before taking a sip out of it and much to his surprise it was pretty damn good. But the drink still was not worth that bloated price.
Finally, after the Pokémon from earlier had been dealt with, their drinks out, they could enjoy some nice peace and quiet with nothing but the waves to make noise.
Samuel was comfortable, and so much so that he ignored the wild Pokémon nearby. They weren’t really bothering him so there was no need to worry.
[attr="class","marcelThread"]though the question is expected, marcel can't help but laugh. "busy." he leans back in his chair. "so. fucking. busy." then again, that was nothing new. while marcel's thankful his position as admin means he can delegate a lot of his work, he more often than not shoulders more than he should. [break][break] he watches a mantyke break through the water's surface, leaping in a clear arc. "this is nice," he admits, "i've been spending too much time in that submarine." [break][break]
[attr="class","marcelThread"]marcel sits up straighter at the sound of coughing, watching samuel with some concern. it's only when the other rocket speaks up that he warily leans back in his chair. [break][break] "it's not that bad..." he says, though it's clear he doesn't quite mean it. at samuel's joke, he can't help but chuckle. "it's fine, he unlocks them once every couple weeks." [break][break]
”Right, well I’m glad I managed to get you on one of those days you’re free.” Samuel shook his head as he then took another sip of his drink. Marcel’s response wasn’t all that convincing but Samuel didn’t think the man was in a position to complain.
What was he going to do? Go up to the boss of a criminal organization that would have no problem eliminating problem children and ask for fewer hours?
Yeah, that sounded like a good way for Marcel’s office to end up being on the outside of that sub.
”You know Marcel if you need more help with things you could always ask.”
[attr="class","marcelThread"]he flicks the tab on his can; a hand moves to scratch at the back of his neck. "i know, i know," he says, "i just like things done a certain way." that was putting it lightly. [break][break] taking a sip of his beer, he glances down at the ground. a grimer creeps out from under the chair, using their shadows to escape the heat. he reaches into his pocket before tossing a pokeball. [break][break]