a new year brings new expectations. civil unrest starts to manifest in the form of online criticisms that spike after the three day war. now that the region no longer has to face the threat of megalopolans, the people of hoenn turn to address smaller and more personal issues. will the league rise up to the situation? what about questionable events that have transpired, overshadowed and overlooked in the face of more imminent issues?
http://pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/fancy seeing you here [dw]
a faction-based pokemon roleplay
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?
Route 110 was something of a sentimental playground for Adrian of late. Perhaps that was why he'd been drawn here, so very far out of the way from Rustboro and Slateport both, without any true reason. Drawn to an allure he couldn't place.
It was a convenient detour through memory lane, with the sun overhead brimming with a radiance that bathed the landscape in vibrant shades of pre-autumn. Leaves began to turn on the earliest trees, while others still stubbornly persisted with their summer hues. The smell of the stream running underneath Cycling Road mixed with the faint hint of sea breeze carried North from Slateport were a welcome sensation this afternoon.
And of course, the ambiance of Hoenn's native critters scurrying about through the tall grass, or navigating the dense thicket of the forest's canopy.
Adrian's eyes glinted with childlike fascination.Remiel Calcifet Fighting/Flying Duo Wild Round (0/???).
"Fancy seeing you here." The dark-haired royal spoke, standing several feet behind Adrian as an Archen remained perched on his shoulder, not unlike a pirate. "It seems fate is determined to have our paths cross." Though far be it from him to put any faith in a thing as 'fate'.[break][break]
The ancient bird suddenly cries, warning them of an incoming presence.[break] [break]
Oh, it's you." Lilycove. He remembered it well enough. After their little chat, it wasn't long until he'd run into a 'poison patrol' (the name the League had given to the Ranger jobs caused by the Megalopolan corruption,) just off the shores of Lilycove. "I guess you could say that."
Fate wasn't something he liked to think about anymore, but as sure as the waxing and waning colors discerned by his shinigami eyes, Adrian had no reason to believe fate was anything less than a universal force. But those were his thoughts.
The Archen perched upon their shoulder cries with alarm, prompting the pair to fix their gaze towards their surroundings. A Staravia clearly flying nearby seems to want trouble, and there is a Tyrogue as well. Whether it wanted trouble wasn't clear, but Adrian had never known a Fighting-type not to be scrappy, so he expected the worst from Tyrogue.
Brandishing a pokeball Adrian unleashed his Trevenant, Willow, onto the grassy plain. The Staravia seemed undeterred, though the Tyrogue stood beneath the lumbering Elder Tree's shadow, and showed some apprehensions for it. "Phantom Force." The Staravia had tried to swoop down with blazing force, like a comet breaking through the atmosphere, only to miss as Willow shadowdelved.Remiel Calcifet Skipping the spawns; Phantom Force (targeting Tyrogue) to avoid Brave Bird.
With a mere nod, Remiel prompted his Archen to leap off his shoulder and glide towards the Tyrogue, raising its clawed talons and attacking with swift ACROBATICS before it could hope to find and hurt Adrian's Trevenant. Pleased with the quick and brutal action, the dark-haired royal produces an empty luxury ball from the side of his hip. He casts it at the fallen humanoid.[break][break]
"I never did catch your name... did I?" Remiel speaks, turning towards the young man. How funny to have met this man a handful of times and never even received his name, he thought.[break] [break]
After their brief bout with the Staravia and Tyrogue, what's-his-face ended up capturing the latter. And speaking of names... they hadn't traded theirs. "No, but I'm Adrian." He managed a shrug before they were once again interrupted.
"Are you using an incense or something?"
His tone bordered on crude as the Crabominable and Hitmonlee approached them menacingly.
"Willow, Shadow Claw."That ought to do it.
Sparing a moment to avert his concentration from the battle, Adrian squinted at the nameless individual. "And yours?" Not that it wasn't likely forthcomingm but after meeting Monty's friend...
...He wasn't interested in one-sided introductions.Remiel Calcifet Skipping to next spawns.
The burly crab went in PURSUIT of the wildly flapping bird with flailing arms. When the Archen failed to stay airborne for much longer, crashing onto the ground below with staggered feet before waddling away, the Crabominable tried to smash it. Its attack missed, however, and the bird leapt towards it when it did. Kicking its clawed feet and flapping its wings in a rapid display of ACROBATICS, Remiel's scrappy Archen managed to stagger the larger foe.[break][break]
"My name is Remiel," He answered, somewhat hesitantly, as he pulled out an empty ball. "It is nice to formally make your acquaintance, Adrian." He casts the ball forward, bonking the Crabominable on the head. "To answer your question: no. Though I suppose you would smell the incense on me if I were. Perhaps further up ahead..."[break] [break]
He offered a shrug at the niceties of formality. Am I supposed to say it back? Adrian felt a little awkward, but elected to remain in momentary silence over echoing back the same. "Just not used to seein' so many at once around here." In fact it was kind of relentless, like the pokemon had been enraged somehow. The corruption...?
After dispatching the last pair, he managed to find a moment to trudge further along the route alongside his star-crossed companion, Remiel.
They're meandering along, attracting the attention of a Ledyba he buffs away reflexively (Adrian harboring a particularly strong phobia surrounding Bug-type pokemon,) before Adrian's falling into his thoughts. The walk between Slateport and Mauville was something of a recluse for him now. Yet...
Never did he truly stop thinking about his troubles.
"Hey, that accent of yours... what is it?"
Eyes of amber come to settle on Remiel with an overt intensity belying the male's fickle mood, giving the impression it's more than just a passing question of a young noble's lingual mannerisms.Remiel Calcifet Skipping spawn.
"Mm..." Remiel muttered in reply, stepping forward before reaching down to pick up the captured Crabominable. "I've witnessed this strange occurrence a handful of times before. I've yet to discover the true reasons behind it." He wished he understood it better. Having lived in Hoenn for nearly a year meant nothing when he was so preoccupied with running three different institutions. Not finding the time to conduct thorough research ventures, however, was starting to irritate him. Or, perhaps, he just required a vacation altogether.[break][break]
They advance further along the grassy route before long. Scaramouch, Remiel's Archen, manages to climb his way up onto his master's shoulder once more. The young royal winces when he feels its talons sink in, but the pain gradually begins to fade as time goes on. Adrian's next words serve to distract him from the memory of it soon thereafter.[break][break]
"Galarian..." He hesitate to respond. "Hammerlocke, to be precise." Remiel turns to meet the lad's eyes with his own nonchalant stare. He's only given a moment, however, before the Archen on his shoulder squawks, yet again announcing the presence of another wild creature.[break][break]
The Passimian meters ahead of them is hunched over, one of its hands placed on a coconut as it angrily blows air out of its flared nostrils. Its body language clearly speaks to its fervent dominance over this route. When it stomps the coconut on the ground then charges forward on all fours, Remiel isn't exactly surprised. A sharp but short whistle sends his Archen forward to clash with the ape mid-way.[break][break]
It ends up meeting the same fate as the Crabominable before it, including its capture. Moving forward to obtain his prize, Remiel speaks once more. "Is there something more you'd like to ask, Adrian? I get the feeling something lingers on your mind."[break] [break]
"...No." His eyes settle on the skyline, losing himself to the trenches of his mindscape. An accent didn't mean much. It wouldn't exactly be exclusive, and they weren't all too similar to begin with. But knowing the perpetrator kept a Zorua on hand to employ elaborate disguises kept him suspicious.
Or was that just blatant cynicism and paranoia at play? Adrian had trouble talking himself down.
Eyes averted in contemplation chance upon a rogue Tropius in the sky. The novelty of capturing it almost moves him to try, though it remains out of his reach, claiming the vacant sky for its own.
"I've never been to Galar, though I am partial to their music." Their punk rock was exceptional.
By some dumb chance the Tropius began to descend, and he decided to make the most of it, signaling Willow to attack before hurtling a pokeball. "Spend much time there, did you?"Remiel Calcifet Capturing Tropius (1 of 5 pokeballs).
Distracted eyes and a hesitance in the air keeps Remiel in doubt. There is most certainly something of note on Adrian's mind. Though he would have to be rather narcissistic to believe it was all about him. So he let the matter go, for the time being.[break][break]
Pleased to hear the lad continue their conversation with a change of topic, the black-haired royal responds. "Mm. Rock, I take it?" His eyes then narrow on the hulking giant that slowly stomps its way out of the bush and onto the path ahead of them. It turns to face them before setting its giant stone pillars down, stubbornly insistent on barring their travel forward. It would soon come to regret this decision after Remiel whistles, sending Scaramouch forward with a terrifying shriek and a blur of claws.[break][break]
After the giant is defeated, and after Remiel produces an empty ball to toss at it, he resumes their conversation. "And no: I don't visit Galar often these days. My work in Hoenn keeps me fairly busy."[break] [break]