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?
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?
Having spent too long cooped up inside buildings, being limited to few violent encounters, his Pokemon began to grow restless. So in order to combat this, Dorian set out to deal with the pent up aggression in not only his own Pokemon, but his own pent up aggression. And what better place to vent some steam than Route 111, where more Fire-types could be found. Sure, they might not make the most effective punching bags, but if something caught his eye, he would recruit it.
Smoochie Duckie, the old Magmar, walked beside his master. The Magmar was just excited to finally see the outside of the office, the outside of rundown warehouses. Dorian's hands were tucked in his coat pockets, the Mad Dog acting like his guard was down, in order to entice some of the more opportunistic attackers.
As Dorian and his Magmar travelled down the route, a Magcargo would spot them from above. For a moment, the molten slug would follow the duo, watching them. The fact that the blonde seemed to be relaxed suggested easy prey. But what the Magcargo would also notice is just how seasoned the Magmar seemed to be. The Magmar was clearly on guard, watching out for any threats.
And the Magmar would look up, spotting the Magcargo dripping from above. Seeing as he was spotted, and how the Magmar was giving him this evil look, the Magcargo quickly slunk back. He did not want to mess with whatever those two were.