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?
There were people that apparently needed his services. Never mind if he was a nobody—the employers figured the less-known, the better, and that they would be able to get away with hiring a nobody while the company dealt with clearing out an abandoned warehouse that they were going to rent out.
Well, so much for him getting in on the shit.
Either way, Adam was pleased it was going to be a quick job, however the hazmat suits that were given to everyone working on-site (including himself) were incredibly thick, incredibly hot, and absolutely…
He could see the purple, noxious clouds coming out of the windows as the workers inside made their way through the complex to clear out whatever the hell had taken up roost in the place, but he was stuck outside—standing guard, of course.
Not that he minded how boring it was, but it was part of the job he had to do.
League volunteers yelped as flames bit at their heels, scorching away the pollutants while simultaneously running them out of the building. Deep within the smoky depths of the building, a man in a sleek red hazmat suit commanded a Typhlosion that was also geared up with a unique protection vest. Wearing a sealed off muzzle connected to a reinforced air tank, the beast was forced to expel flames from the ring of fire around its neck in waves.[break][break]
Whoever the mysterious figure in the red hazmat suit was, however, it was clear he had no regard for the safety of the volunteers and was after his own unknown objectives. He cackled as his Typhlosion cleared the way to the staircase that led to the lower levels of the building. When a door impeded his way, he burned it down with a flamethrower of his own making. No one would dare get in his way... right?[break] [break]
notes: sorry for the wait, ven! consistency from here on out!
The shouting and screaming from within the warehouse made him look up from his position outside and saw some volunteers who were wearing hazmat suits running out screaming about something on fire and—
“Ah, shit,” he grumbled as he started groping around. Realizing that the hazmat suit was on, he then pulled his arm out from one of the sleeves and fished out a particular Pokéball. He knew fighting fire with fire was a bad idea, but he had another idea—wondering if it was going to work.
A red flash of light later, the Drakloak emerged and stared at the running humans, screaming unintelligible words it couldn’t decipher.
“See those flames? Take aim and get ready to hit whatever the hell is causing them to flee the scene,” he continued a few moments later.
The Drakloak, unfazed by the screaming, prepared to hit whatever the hell was going to emerge from there with a Lock-On.
He then took a deep breath and moved in the opposite direction where the people were fleeing, wondering if he was going to find something unsavory within.
The Drakloak would find itself LOCKED-ON to two distinct forms, one humanoid in shape (despite the thick hazmat suit) and another clearly a pokémon of some sort. However, before long, these two forms would disappear from view as they descended a flight of stairs. In order to see them again, the Drakloak and its trainer would need to catch up.[break][break]
Fortunately for them, a pair of Weezing on Level B1 would attempt to impede Leon's way the moment he entered their level. He fought one back with a burst of flames when it tried to TACKLE him with a terrible groan. The other one was struck by Ardere's INFERNO and sent crashing into a rack of plastic bins. It emitted a foul HAZE as it struggled to get back up from the powerful attack.[break][break]
"YOU CUNTS WANNA POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION OF YOUR MANAGER, THEN?" The red-maned man exclaimed, unleashing a steady stream of flames as the booming sound of his voice and laughter echoed throughout the building's halls.[break]
Thankfully he had an oxygen tank with the hazmat suit, so going deeper into the abandoned complex was a simple matter. Any of his other Pokémon would be at risk here, but well—the Drakloak was the best ‘equipped’, so to speak, when it came to handling threats.
The smoke grew thicker the deeper he progressed, but he knew that whoever his companion had sighted had gone deeper inside. Fortunately, there was a sudden pillar of fire that gave away the position of the person he was chasing down—and he pointed at the source of the flames.
“Dragon Rush,” he added a few moments later, hoping that the Drakloak understood. When it didn’t, he then began communicating in gestures—that usually did the trick.
Off went the Drakloak, zooming through the smoke, ready to literally smack whatever the source of flames was off its feet—they didn’t need the entire place going up in flames as well!