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?
genderless - battle armor[break] headbutt / no retreat / iron defense / close combat / bulk up
THE BRASS ORDERS ITS TROOPERS TO MARCH. onward! onward! to the promised land of berries as big as our bodies! as they proceed, their ranks filing in stunning precision, they invade the garden with no concept of ownership or property. did it matter? war has been declared after all. the war on hunger, and with war, there must be a plane on which it must be fought.[break][break]
as the troop marched their way to the precious soil the brass commanded them to halt. a bit too abruptly as each one of the troop bumped into one another. the four soldiers looked over the shoulder of their leader to see what was the cause, a small yellow spider that lifted one of its claws in a shooing motion at the troop.
each soldier looked at one another before breaking out into laughter. was a little bug trying to impede their way? that was just too precious! obviously the joltik didn't think so as it let out an annoyed screech and spat out a bit of webbing to cover the brass in. the top falink only got a second to blink at its new covering before electricity surged through the web and its small body. the troops watched in horror as their leader was felled by a tiny bug. with one screech the joltik gave chase to the fleeing intruders.
"hey itty you out here? its time for-what the fuuu..." kazimir was left aghast as he looked at the scene before him in the garden. there on top of a body of fallen warriors was his joltik, letting out a victory screech. "i...y'know what? good job buddy. that was...impressive. and a little scary." kazi complimented his joltik as it crawled over to him and rested on his shoulder while the man took out a pokeball and lobbed it at the pile of bodies. a falinks would make a good addition to the team, but training itty bitty was probably a more...imminent endeavor.
male - defiant[break] karate chop / close combat / stomping tantrum /[BREAK]seismic toss / night slash
THIS MONKEY IS MAD. AHHHHHHHHH! YOU CAN FEEL THE RAGE BOILING IN ITS APE-VEINS. ITS EYES BLEED WITH THE HEAT OF A THOUSAND ANGRY SUNS. IT WANTS TO FUCK YOUR SHIT UP. WHY? DOES IT NEED A REASON? NO- OH SHIT. NO! IT'S COMING. COMING FOR YOUR GARDEN. OH MY GOD. IS IT TRYING TO PUNCH YOUR APPLIN? NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!![break][break]
what the primape hadn't expected was the wall of muscle that was shinra who came inbetween it and his scared applin and he took the punch into his abs. shinra hardly made any movement to indicate that it actually hurt him. "your gonna have ta try harder than that ya monkey!" the primape got a quick jab to the face as shinra tackled the thing to the ground. "can't have you hurting my little buddy either, so you get the hell outta here or..." shinra quickly takes a pokeball out of his pants and holds it up. a fighting type like this guy could be a good addition to his team after all.
a cry however stopped him from making a move as he watched his applin hop up to them, an angry look on its face as it charged forward. as it did a glow enveloped its body as its shaped changed and instead of a little apple was a pie on legs headbutting the primeape in the face. "well look at you...bested by a pie." with that shinra slammed the pokeball against the primape to catch it.
male - torrent[break] razor shell / fury cutter / swords dance / water sport / encore
WIELDING SCALHOPS, this otter-like swordsman desires the literal fruits of your labour. to maintain a sharp mind and conditioned body, one must treat the stomach with the best this world has to offer.[break][break]
"well well well if it isn't a foolish samurai!" his aegislash glinted in the sunlight as he aimed it at the approaching dewott who drew his own blades in readyness at the prospect of a challenge. "i admire your boldness, but you better step off if you know what's good for you." the otter samurai merely clicked its tongue and took a stance. kazimir smirked in return as he returned with his own stance. the area fell silent with nothing but their silent breaths to fill the void. a single drop of morning dew fell from one of the berry bushes that signaled both of them to charge at them. in a flash of steel the two were suddenly opposite of one another, both still as they waited for the strikes to take effect.
[break][break] a long streak of red suddenly crawled along kazimir's face and a spit of blood escaped his lips as he was brought to one knee. the dewott however was silent even as it fell over onto its side motionless. a gagged laugh escaped kazimir's lips as he reached out and threw a capsule at the downed otter and watched it rock back and forth with its capture. "oh we're going to get along swimmingly"
male - big pecks[break] drill peck / swagger / hone claws / taunt / fury attack
DESPITE ITS INTIMIDATING PRESENCE, this bird is at its most calm. rookidee are well known to challenge anything and everyone, but this one seems content to pluck all the berries off your berry tree branches. perhaps, in a sense, this is a challenge posed against you.[break][break]
[attr="class","kthread"][attr="class","pokkenger"] the bird pecked at the stem of the berry branch only to have a pebble whiz past its small body. looking up it would see the figure of kazimir balancing a ball on his finger as he gave the bird a glare of frustration. "ya dumb birds are always trying to eat my harvest, not this time. this time you don't get to run off scott free. today i'm gonna put you to work as my new scarecrow." gripping the ball in his hand kazimir charged forward as the bird began to flutter away and he threw the ball with all of his might right at the thing's tailfeathers.