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?
[attr="class","illie i"]long days in the office usually mean pouring herself into report after report, analysis after analysis. eventually, everything looks the same and words begin to blur together. perhaps that's why she heaves out a sigh and shifts in her seat, papers settling against the top of her desk. is it time to leave yet? one glance at the clock confirms that no, it's definitely not time yet. ugh. a ding sounds from her computer and she's shifting her gaze away from the seemingly endless stack of papers toward the brightness of the screen.
oh, right! the camera she had set up at home still sends notifications to this computer and not her phone. right... she should probably change that. but first, maybe just a little peek at what's happening at home? yeah, that couldn't hurt.
"oh my god," she squeaks as soon as windows as closed and new ones opened. the sight on the screen is pure fluff, soft and absolutely adorable. a cuddle puddle in the center of her living room, eeveelutions sprawled out around each other. a big ball of fluffy fur and sleeping pokemon. "how cute!" the coo is inevitable, almost as much as the immediate desire to leave work and run straight home to join them.
and then, the sight of papers in the corner of her vision sends that desire into a screeching halt. ughhh. forehead meets desk a moment later and she's left with a red mark and yet another hour of sorting through the reports she managed to scatter in the process of bashing her head into the desk. whoops...