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?
'Witty old hag,' a sigh of irritation briefly left the woman's lips as she strolled down the winding path of the mountain. A faint mist covered the area, and the heavy grey overhead promised rain. Thankfully, she was prepared, as seen by the delicate oriental-styled umbrella she carried. By her side, both of her ninetales trotted by, with the sinister flame of will-o-wisp alighting the ends of Kon's tails, providing a ghastly light for them all.
A failed attempt at breaching the peak of this 'sacred' mountain to sate her curiosity had ended in failure, regardless of how she sweet talked the old woman who stood guard. Though Circe's face was relaxed and delicate as usual, aggravation boiled underneath her skin, mostly due to her utterly wasting her time.
Careful of the old, winding path as she walked, the soft clap of thunder overhead made the nearby branches shake. Without skipping a beat, a smile curled onto her lips, "trying to beat the rain as well?" Both of the fox pokemon's heads turned in unison to stare at the newcomer in an eerie greeting.
[attr="class","spiral"] The pilgrimage up Mount Pyre is only done by one of three types of people: the religious, the mourning, and those with an ulterior motive. Fernando knows this because once upon a time he fell under all three with the last being his most recent characterization. Tales of ancient artifacts have a way of finding their way to privy ears and there's no question that the Silph wanted nothing more than to make the collectibles his own. Things were simpler back then and the foil to his plans were just as simple. It's impossible to snatch the wicked gems away unnoticed when so many Team Rocket members were drooling to do the same. Mutual destruction guaranteed the object's safety and the stalemate ended uneventful. How anti-climatic.
Very little has changed since then and Fernando finds himself compelled to scale the historic site once again. This time the ushering is due to another. Unlike the WILL-O-WISP that light the way forward, Fernando finds himself guided by the parting MISTY TERRAIN that trails after his lead, Tapu Fini. The estranged Alolan Pokemon acts on its own and Fernando has become increasingly complacent with following the mythical Pokemon, trying to understand its purpose and furthermore its activities.
"That's the idea," he answers causally, tight lipped and bright smile. The unison of her Pokemon do not scare him despite their unnerving appearance. The mystic often frequent the mountain's base, armed with a mixture of psychic and ghost Pokemon. Fernando assumes that Circe is no different. Seemingly unguarded, he waves, half expecting his reputation to do half the introduction itself.
a brow quirked, but, the warm smile never left her lips. to what honor did she have to come across the CEO of silph himself? it was an unexpected occurrence, but, perhaps a pleasantry. still, circe made no real attempt to introduce herself. for now, at least.
her odd gaze briefly flickered over to stare at the enchanting fairy that eluded a faint, mystical aura in the form of a mythical mist. whether it was his own arrogance that let him display such a sacred being so freely, or perhaps genuine nativity, the woman decided not to question it. perhaps it was her own controlling and distrustful nature that made it seem so unnatural to let such a powerful being roam on its own? surely, if she possessed such power...
her sweet smile only grew. "it may be a tight fit...perhaps we may need to get a bit 'up close and personal', but," she motioned to the umbrella she carried, "i don't mind sharing." there was a soft crack of thunder overhead, promising of the storm that would come soon. but, her lax pace didn't change.
from the corner of her eyes, she noticed both a gloom and amoongus nestled up, posing in a clearing to likely enjoy the showers that'd soon fall. which made sense, given their mushroom like appearance, they thrived in damp, rainy weather. nonetheless, the former doctor decided to ignore them.
[attr="class","spiral"] Elections are an arduous process, mostly because people vote for those they know and the image that they craft. Fernando is no exception to the method and keeps his perception pristine towards the general public. Fox grins mirror each other than among the three of them, even the Ninetails doesn't seem too far off. Respectfully, Fernando nods his head no, denying her gesture with a mild chuckle.
"No, no. I wouldn't dare impose on someone else." Everything else becomes items in the backdrop. Fernando could care less for the Pokemon that stray off the beaten path. It isn't until they cross that they become an issue. "But I do appreciate the concern, miss—"
"hm? ah, so polite! fine, fine, i won't force you." smile remaining, she twirled the umbrella in her hands, "circe. it's a pleasure to meet you, mr. silph." she introduced herself with a polite tone of her own, there was a distinct tinge of catty playfulness in her silky words. but, her lax, sincere smile never faltered.
from the thick shrub that guided the path, a bug crawled from its depths. an ariados that leered at the trainers with a dark, vile gleam of toxins from its dangerous maw. "kyu, kon," a sole command demanded obedience from her two pokemon, and they took care of the thread. in unison, a mixture of ice and fire spewed from the foxes snouts, assaulting the bug in a mixture of burning and freezing agony. with that, she tossed a pokeball at the spider in an attempt of capture, after mulling it over for a moment. "did you come to grieve?" the question might've been abrupt, but, curiosity peaked in her voice.
Fernando repeats the name softly to himself, embedding it in his temporary memory, destined to forget it well after their chance encounter. They're both smiles and pleasantries for now. Something to settle into until the weather loosens up. But deep in the heart of Mount Pyre lurks the inhabitants who fend for their home against those that don't belong — the living.
He merely spectates Circe's impressive display of fire and ice. The combination of attacks are enough to fall the menacing spider and Fernando observes with quiet interest. A nearby Pawniard comes forth and shows the same hostility, blades primed and ready to cut through anyone that dares stand in their way.
"Not quite. I came on an expedition." His eyes narrow in on the wild Pokemon and doesn't dare have his Tapu Fini resort to dealing with such a trivial task. He had no intention to handle the wild Pokemon but when the Pawniard sets its sights on them and comes charging through with its METAL CLAW, their chance at pacificity is no longer an option. It comes in close but a surprised SUCKER PUNCH knocks the Pokemon off its path and into the dirt. A spare Pokeball taps the Pokemon's dazed body and neutralizes the threat. The source of the SUCKER PUNCH fades out of view, turning into nothing more than a red stripe against the backdrop.
the disappointment in not being able to witness his legendary partner unleash its strength against the undeserving pawniard is immense. but, the irate feeling doesn't make it to the brimming warmth within her eyes. the attack that fells the metal-bodied pokemon came from a previously invisible battler - the signature red-stripe briefly giving away its presence. 'what a pity,' circe tsks to herself. that, of course, wouldn't stop her from prying the moment the chance arrived. team rocket matters aside, she was genuinely curious.
"hm? you could say its something like that. it's always good to reflect, yes?" a soft, silky giggle stirred from her, even if it was a lie that slipped pretty easily from her lips. the dead were dead for a reason, as far as she saw. unless they had something of worth they could offer her even in their deceased state, they were nothing more than corpse rotting underground.
"i'm surprised someone as busy as you gets a chance like this to slip away. away from the public and able to enjoy the quiet for once. or, is your personal pack of paparazzi bound to show up within any moment?"
[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando lets out a brief exhale at her comment. "I suppose," he answers to himself, unable to hold the slightest tinge of disagreement in his voice. While Fernando share her sentiments he only goes off what he's heard, unaware of her own perspective and profiles her like the others that frequent the mountain.
"But I don't think the local Pokemon share our sentiments," he alludes to the Alolan Muk that oozes toward them. It sees them in the distance and laughs, vomiting up a VENOM DRENCH in their direction. Fortunately, the liquid never makes contact, splashing onto his hidden Kecleon and revealing it as its COLOR CHANGE loses effect. The poison burns and the Pokemon responds in kind with a retaliatory SHADOW SNEAK from underneath. But that alone is not enough to fall the beast.
"People of importance are only busy because they choose to be. You'd be surprise how much can be handed off onto others if you specialize them for it." Fernando smiles at the sight of the Muk ready to attack again. He taps a spare Pokeball on his hip and his Bronzor floats in front of him.
"Kind of like Pokemon." A snap of his fingers is enough to prompt the Bronzor to approach in a whirling spin. It stops short of striking range, using HYPNOSIS to put the much stronger Muk to sleep. Why battle when a Pokeball solves all problems? One little blip and the Pokemon gets sucked in, left for his Kecleon to collect.
"they never do." she tsked at the sight of the pokemon, despite her still delighted expression. a shadow nearby moves - an absol streaking across the ground, likely to head for shelter. its appearance otherwise confirmed that the brewing storm overhead would be no passing rainstorm. however, the occasional crack of thunder or flash of lightning in the brewing dark clouds would let even the clueless know that. still, her interest in the disaster pokemon was piqued.
"go fetch." she playfully drawled to her ninetales, and they obeyed. matching one another step for step, they lurched for the fleeing creature. kon's fangs sunk into its leg, if just to prevent it from escaping, whilst kyu assaulted the detained dark type with a bright flash of light. the dazzling gleam dazed the absol, who shuddered in agony of the super effective move. it halfheartedly attempted a psycho cut, but, the blade of physical psychic energy failed to meet its mark. an inferno to the face was what sealed the deal. launching a pokeball at the defeated canine, circe cooed out a, "good girls," when the spherical device was returned to her moments afterwards.
the silph's perspective was an interesting one. rather, he had common sense which was surprisingly rare within this region, she'd notice. she could respect that. "me? oh, darling...i'm always busy. i just...'work on my own time'." or, more like she flat out refused to do various tasks. sometimes, she even dumped them off onto priam conrad with a promise of an, 'IOU'. while she 'worked' for team rocket, it was more of a momentary amusement, and a means to get access to what she needed and wanted. once she had what she needed? she couldn't bring herself to care about their outcome, whether it be total defeat, or, complete control of this region. and if she helped lead them to either path? neat.
chuckling softly to herself, rain finally began to fall in a light drizzle. "speaking of the paparazzi," she drawled, "do you not mind them filming you and your tapu? while i don't follow the news too much, i remember the festival being quite the riot when the young silp head was chosen by such a mystical being. i'm surprised they haven't tried to make article after article about it by now."
[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando watches Circe dispatch the Absol with vested interest. Funny how wildly trainers differ in approach and opinion. Most spout of nonsense about friendship and bonds but plenty of them takes the same route as Circe when it comes to catching a Pokemon they want. Numbers means power and the unfair numbers advantage trainers employ often end with a successful capture at the cost of principle. It's a trivial matter but one Fernando finds interesting, if not hypocritical.
"That must be nice," he comments idly as the thunder crackles overhead. Rather than pry deeper, Fernando knows his place and allows his eyes to fall upon the other Pokemon roaming about. The Swalot catches his eye but between the three Pokemon he has out now, he deems it too troublesome and returns them once his Kecleon returns.
"Do you think I have a choice?" Fernando feigns a light-hearted so the comment comes off more genuine than passive aggressive, making minor steps to improve how others perceive him and deterring them away from the grumpiness he's often reduced to. "There's only so much a public figure can do. Much less when everything happens in public. But I suppose there's some benefits — you know who I am but here I am still left in the dark."