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.
http://pkmn-hoenn.boards.net/i'll be my own escape route [dw]
a faction-based pokemon roleplay
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?
Augustin's usual haunts are unavailable to him, so he's forced to find new ones. He's been in Fallarbor for a week and he can't say that he likes it very much. But work's work and he has to stay for at least another week until all the paperwork and the niceties are good and arranged.
Now that his work as a diplomat is done with, he finds himself bored.
He's taken to walking around the nearby lake, taking a book with him in case he wants to do some light reading, with Grim by his side. A thick volume is now tucked under his arm as he goes over the bridge and finds a comfortable spot.
The contact yesterday's message spoke of should be along shortly. Augustin deliberately chooses a shaded spot, not very visible if you're not looking. In his pockets there are copies of government contracts and trade agreements that will only be made public in a month or so.
Breathing deeply the ash-free air, Augustin opens his book and starts reading.
priam's call comes in a sudden, having seen augustin the moment he had been deep in his reading. the boy walks up close, a bucket at hand and a fishing rod slung over a shoulder on the other. a sun hat protects his head from the summer sun.
"what'cha doin' here? d'ya always hang out 'round here?"
if he does, priam might have to find another fishing spot. he doesn't mind the company though, but he was always told not to bother anyone if he can help it. this was one of the rare times he remembers it.