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?
He'd just come through Rustboro and was heading back to the pier south along Route 104 to venture back to Slateport rather than fly, when he decided to take another small break to capture some pokemon. Anything to stave off recurring boredom.
Standing at the water's edge Adrian pondered over the state of Thomas Benoit. If anyone understood his thoughts, perhaps it was him, but Adrian hardly even knew the man beyond his name. And yet...
Adrian was rattled out of his internal monologue when a stranger's footsteps began to pad against the earth nearby, and the sloshing of the pond's still surface clued him into sudden activity...Flying/Water spawns. (0/3) @noble
"Yo." Eliot inquires as he takes notice of the black-haired male staring out from the edge of the water. By the looks of it, they also seemed to be a trainer of sorts, though it wasn't certain whether they were here for pokemon or not.
"What's up? You see something out there?" Drawing closer as he too looked out at the water, nothing was there to suggest as much. Waiting on an answer, Eliot began to consider the option of trying to rob them. The only problem was that he had no idea how strong they were...
Adrian didn't much appreciate the snooping on his turf, especially if they were trying to ogle at what he was after. Luckily a Skrelp showed itself rather quickly, before the stranger could prepare a pokeball of their own, and he was able to lug it at the poor whelpling before it could flounder away from the shallows. "Haven't seen this one yet."
Somewhere overhead the flapping of wings can be overheard, although Adrian can't hear it for the splashing of his pokeball against the water.
"...Who're you, by the way?" He asked through a squint, nursing a healthy skepticism for strangers randomly striking up conversation without introductions. Felt awful strange if not rude...@noble Capturing Skrelp!