the scars of the blacephalon's attack remain fresh. further still, legendary pokemon still appoint avatars, causing more alarm than awe. in the meantime, a reformed rocket attempts to poison the ground water of hoenn's society in secretive fashions. what unseen threats still slither in the dark?
IS THE LEAGUE'S HANDLING OF LITTLEROOT SATISFACTORY?
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arm in sling, gin in hand, and the mother on the floor above said that she’ll sue him, if he smokes on the veranda (cue air quotes)
one. more. time.
this didn’t happen for quite a while now, why did he have to smoke again?
no more apartment after tonight. no job, no steady relationship nor any money left. ryu has no idea what he wants to be doing with his life, no idea what his purpose is, and no real sign of a life goal. and yet time has found him. dilly-dallying in the poké world is beginning to show on his reddening face. maybe that’s why he’d been so very careful where he’d step, the abode of Celeste Abbiati seemed treacherous and filled with trap doors. on appearance she looks like any other brooding character from slateport, surrounded by some kind of unnerving air with empty eyes that’d stare forever. she’s focused on dead languages and dog eared pages and she was still beautiful, but she's far away.
she doesn't see him from up here, but he is there, watching over her increasing independence whenever she decided to coin the fishing lure towards waves. he always wondered what kind of bait she uses because it's too yellow.
"hey!" nothing. maybe she couldn't hear him? he cupped a hand, mimics a mini megaphone and let it rip. “catch anything yet?!”