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?
Bo could still feel the sting of disgust from the home-owner’s voice. She hadn’t even been the one on the phone. She happened to overhear the woman yelling at Mr. Franks while she was helping haul some things from Fortree to Mauville. It was hard not to over hear it though. She had been stuck in the truck next to him. Still, she felt wrong like she had seen the woman reach over and slap Mr. Franks. When Mr. Franks asked Bo if she'd help, she didn’t have the heart to tell him anything short of “Of course.”
So here she was, starting up the long drive to a house that was bigger than the entire farm she’d grown up on. Mr. Franks said someone else should be coming to help but he had to take care of overseeing the rest of what he’d originally hired her to do. She had planned to wait for whoever else was supposed to be there but the air felt so lonely and cold at the end of the drive. Not to mention the unwavering glare of that stone Swampert looming just beside the gates left her feeling less than comfortable.
It was late in the day but heavy, grey clouds blotted out any sign of the sun. The bushes looked like they were ready to reach out and grab her as the wind whistled past. It sure was a fitting day to deal with what the woman referred to as a poltergeist.
Mr. Franks, among others whom Selena would not bother saving a contact info in her pokénav, decided to give her a call that afternoon to help his girl ran an errand for a disgruntled homeowner just a few blocks outside Mauville. What was once a one-time thing for running a public relations stunt was now a side job she couldn't bring herself to turn down. After all, a journalist's work is to always inspect what may be dubious for others, being in her job description and all.
And so she found herself walking into a strange house, Macua the Decidueye by her side, braving the possibility of experiencing anything paranormal in a haunted mansion that was a few feet short of her house back in Kalos.
Selena tried looking around the area but it looked like she arrived there first. She tried inspecting the exterior of the palace: marble gravings embossed on its walls and columns and tracings of what looked like avant-garde paintings of gods and goddess, or probably legendary pokémons, surrounded the place. It would have been beautiful if not for the rustic feels it imposed, not because of the style of architecture, but the stories of haunting inside the mansion.
Circling the perimeter of the house, she finally saw someone who looked tense trying to approach the swampert statue by the house's gate.
"You're finally here!" Selena waved with enthusiasm, until she realized she might have surprised her. She hoped she did not call her straight off to cause a panic attack.
Bo jumped slightly at the unexpected greeting. ”Well, hey there!” Could this be the homeowner? She gave the woman a wide grin and made her way over. ”I’m Bo. I’m guessing you already know, but Mr. Franks sent me to help out.” She offered a handshake.
The woman in front of her didn’t really seem like the same woman who had been on the phone earlier. Maybe she was a relative? A nicer relative, that was certain. She wouldn’t want to say outright but she’d expected worse judging from the homeowner herself.
It occurred to Bo that maybe the woman wasn’t related to the homeowner. Had it taken her long enough to get to the house that whoever else Mr. Franks had sent had made it there first? She looked towards the towering front doors of the estate. ”Are you a relative or…?" Her question trailed a little as one of the doors creaked open and a tall, spindly man peered out at the two of them.
Selena took Bo's with both her hands and shook it. "Yeah, he said to meet a 'Bo' in 118. i just didn't expect 'Bo' to be a 'she'." Sheepishly smiling.
But the girl looked as if not different from the way Selena imagined her to be, toughened by experience, that is. A woman who had been a frontliner in handy jobs, sometimes menial, she thought, but a hardworker nevertheless. These people, given Selena's irrefutable background as an ex-winery heiress in Kalos, are the ones she respect the most.
When Bo gave her a question that she would have answered with slight pride and brag, her face trailed at the door conveniently opening itself to reveal an old man of skinny built glaring at them, its eyes shining like the moon that was starting to appear in the blotch of gray clouds covering the sky.
"I can also see that." She reassured her company, or at least herself, thinking she was not the only one seeing things. Macua tried flashing a gust of LEAF STORM, but when the leaves rushed through the front door, the gleaming eyes were long gone into the looming darkness within.
Bo’s eyes remained locked on the spindly man as she leaned slightly closer to Selena only to hear the woman answer her question before she could manage to ask: "I can also see that." She nodded dumbly as the girl’s Decidueye chased away whatever it was with it’s leaf storm. ”Oh that’s good.”
It would be safe to say Bo did not have expertise in this area. Sure things went bump in the night on the farm -- but it always turned out to be the wind, or the wood settling, or a pest trying to dig its way under the fence. It wasn't anything quite so... unknown.
She cleared her throat in response to the girl’s indication to head inside. ”Yeah, here for a job, ain't we.” There was a forced certainty behind her words as she took the lead to the door. As they drew closer to the door she released her own partner: a honchkrow who shook out his feathers, puffed his chest, and let out a loud, flat squawk.
”Hey bud, got some work to do.” She nodded towards the door. ”This is Bell.” She introduced him as she reached the door, pulled it further open, and motioned the honchkrow inside. Her usual manners took over and she stayed to hold the door for the girl and her decidueye. Though it occured, as she waited for everyone to pass by, that she wasn’t too sure it was polite to hold the door for someone else to enter a haunted mansion first.
"That's such a cute name for honchkrows! Did you name it because it's chubby?" Selena did not want to put it as an insult, but it would be so if the bird pokémon is called limpy. After all, honchkrows are created to be bulky and fluffy. The reporter did not miss the opportunity to introduce Macua as well.
As they all approached the haunted mansion, Bo went on first andn offered Selena the door, which was quite weird considering the circumstance that they were in. What they stumbled upon the living area was a glistening room full of golden decors and gold-pated fixtures. The chandelier was the central figure, but the paintings and the other artworks surrounding the place were also quite a spectacle of their own.
"It seems like this place is not haunted or abandoned." But the weird thing was when they tried calling for the man that they saw a while ago, no one was answering their call.
Who was it and what does he want from the homeowners? Those were the questions forming in the reporter's mind.