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","hearmenand2"]Would that he could find himself better company than the idle ruminations of his own inner demons, but that list got smaller every day as he forced himself deeper into a rut, unable to find forgiveness for himself. ...Hmf, this'll have to do, he muses to himself as his empty-headed jaunt brings him to a patch of tall grass bordered by a sheer cliff dividing this stretch of road from the desert.
A Growlithe padded along at his side making nary a sound as it obediently led them towards the scent trail it had picked up along the way. Adrian's blackened eyes simply leered towards it indifferently, lacking that usual excitement, that pep in his step that gave away his eagerness to encounter wild pokemon. There was a time he pursued pokemon out of sheer curiosity and glee: Gotta catch 'em all. As the heavy soles of his boots dug up the earth in dull thuds, Growlithe began to perk up, its chest rumbling with a low growl.
Today would be nothing like the days of his youth spent chasing down covetable pokemon with the aspirations of catching them. The only desire now was to prepare and train. To make ready for the dangers tomorrow may yet bring. For those we have lost. For those we may yet save.
"Don't let down your guard," he mouthed to the Growlithe, which turned its head back before giving a dutiful nod, turning its glare back towards the tall grass which rustled in such a way that showed the promise of a pokemon rather the than the way the wind blew.
Something he'd never seen before, something that looked... though. That's what Sirius had managed to stir up in the tall grass while Adrian was in one of his ruts, wanting to vent his frustrations on the poor feral creatures for the sake of training his Growlithe. It had been his intention to make a mess of things, so to speak. But he couldn't deny that familiar urge within that urged him to take pokeball in hand and...
"Sirius, Close Combat." As Growlithe began to lunge towards the pokemon it attacked, seizing nearby rocks with its ancient power, hurtling them towards Sirius as it ran straight for its mark. But its body broke through, shattering the rocks and driving forward towards the rolycoly, diminishing the potency of the attack with its own move's type advantage.
Yet the wild Rolycoly persisted, once more harnessing the earth for its own purpose, slinging rocks at Growlithe. "Agility, dodge it!" So relentlessly trained a dog could only trust its instructions, pulling away from the attack to navigate the spacing between rocks, managing to avoid the brunt of the attack. But the Rolycoly seemed only to grow more empowered with every rock sent pelting towards Sirius.
"Get in close and finish it!" Growlithe yipped in response as it jumped over a boulder before dipping low to the ground to narrowly avoid another, then dashing towards the Rolycoly in a slowly closing spiral pattern, constantly forcing it to spin and adjust its focus.
And as Growlithe closed in its body would pile drive the Rolycoly once more, his Growlithe visibly recoiling from the collision but otherwise unharmed as it brought the pokemon to the ground.
"Good job," he offered to his pup-in-training, tossing it a spare berry from his pack before padding over to the fallen pokemon. A red-and-white orb clutched in his dominant hand, he seemed to be contemplating whether to catch it or not. Though he'd come here in a storm, wanting nothing more than to inflict violence on otherwise innocent pokemon for the sake of progress, he was incapable of truly overcoming the childish impulse inside him.
And so he caught a Rolycoly, taking a hand through Sirius' coat of fur as it approached, his digits tracing through the folded ears as the canine passed around him, a wary leer directed at the dormant Coal pokemon's pokeball. Attempting capture. P.S. That was a Rolycoly spawn, right? Not Tyrogue?