Monarch
she/her
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March 26th
Chroma Highlands, Almia
Demi-romantic
Bounty Hunter/Ethologist
Civilian
You say you're a god man, so what I'm the devil herself
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Yvaine Varron
LEVEL-8 | Death Crater
POSTED ON Dec 20, 2022 1:49:57 GMT
Although she had not been atop Mt. Pyre for a long, long time, and never to explore its crater past the recreational sight-seeing tours, seeing it felt like returning home somehow. A warm welcome, if she had to put it jokingly. Peering at the lava bubbling down below reminded her of her early training days back in Almia, of Boyle Volcano, that had functioned as one of many training areas when she was still young. Her father had been flawless -and both lawless- in that regard; he wanted her to be prepared for every extremity, and groomed her as thus.
And to the idol she’d always looked up to, she would never protest. Even if outsiders looked at her father funnily when she busted out her stories; either in worry, or with eyes urging him to tell his daughter not to spout such tall tales.
Said ‘tall tales’ however were what made her the mercenary she was today, and she never once regretted the skills she’d been taught, no matter how dubious the ways in which she was taught them were.
She watched as Shalin called out a most-familiar Flygon, recognizing the giant from their outing to Oldale not too long ago. Next was the Wild Rider’s Vaporeon, who’d been aptly decked out for this endeavor; a well-placed Hydration kept both trainer and mount cool in this heated environment.
When Shalin pointed at the entrance, across the other side, and quite a distance down into the crater, Yvaine nodded sagely. ”Okay, I see why they wouldn’t exactly be jumping to put down signals down there,” she replied, both in understanding and slightly jokingly fashion, then peered down a bit further to get a better layout of the area below and the pokémon frequenting its vicinity. The ones closest by the entrance that she could make out were a handful of Turkoal and a lone Rhyperior that had taken to the lava lake for their daily swimming session, but there was no saying what others loomed nearby, hidden from their sight. Suggesting to go around and descend from a closer vantage point, Yvaine friendly declined her friend’s offer to ride Sandy, and instead opted for her own Cryogonal, which could be ridden in the most unconventional of ways. It was strong enough to carry its own weight and extra through its LEVITATE ability, and with the help of Freeze-Dry it would be able to keep the temperature for itself and Yvaine far more bearable.
The mercenary signaled a thumbs up when asked to check her gear a final time, and pulled a pair of goggles to protect her eyes from ashes, ember and the potential dirt being thrown around in the hot air streams within the caldera, and a heat-resistant mask that covered her nose and mouth. The latter would help filter out the toxic gasses released by the volcano. Though Shalin had taken off before she could offer her the spare mask she’d brought along, and by the time she reached her again –shouting after her would’ve attracted the pokémon they were trying to bypass, so she hadn’t resorted to that for both their safety’s sake–, her friend urged her to get going, making her miss her timing. Yvaine followed suit however, plunging through the cavernous tunnel while holding on tightly to her Cryogonal’s back. Although they weren’t as fast as the others, it made maneuvering that much easier, and the rock protrusions within the tunnel became easily dodgeable as a result.
The continued heat of the lava was less of an issue for the mercenary, who’d opted for a thermal suit able to resist most of the heat. Not that she didn’t feel uncomfortable at times, as despite its protection it by no means was a full-on shield against such extreme temperatures, but at least it didn’t feel like she was burning. All thanks to her Oblivian supplier.
By the time they surfaced from the tunnel, which has taken a dramatic vertical turn and forced them up, a volcanic fire-wonderland had stretched itself before them, reminding her of Faldera Island… well, of the inner-most parts, at least. She’d not expected such a biome to exist within the volcano’s depths, nor that she would be lucky enough to witness it. Leading her Cryogonal closer to Shalin and Sandy, Yvaine tried to flag her attention and tossed her the mask once she’d managed to get her friend’s eyes on her, motioning to put it on. ”Trust me,” Yvaine spoke, her voice sounding like she spoke through a transmitter instead. ”The toxic gasses will get to your head soon enough if you keep inhaling them without it, and we’ll be forced to return within the hour. Doubt you’d fancy that.” She might not see, but the mercenary was smiling behind her mask, and turned her attention back to the lavascape expanding beyond her view.
”This is amazing though… I wonder how all these pokémon would react to human contact after all these years? Do they have ways to return to the surface, or have they adjusted to life within this dome?” she wondered out loud, curiosity budding with every passing second. Her Cryogonal was still softly releasing its Dry-Freeze, allowing for the four of them to enjoy a somewhat cooler temperature.
Shalin Nariya
Team: Cryogonal (Levitate - Freeze-Dry/Bind/Acid Armor/Recover/Night Slash)
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