WELCOME TO THE SINNOH REGION, a massive island rich with exploration and Pokemon. Legends say that Sinnoh was the very first Pokemon region to come into being;
and so the nefarious Team Galactic has begun searching for the time and space Pokemon in an effort to destroy and recreate the entire Pokemon Universe. Will you step up, earn your badges,
and fight to defend the world? Or do you believe in Galactic ideals, wishing to follow their efforts in starting anew?
[ 08.15 ] Welcome to Sinnoh! Team Rocket have arrived in Sinnoh and have left a very daunting message here. With the introduction of a new class comes another promo!
Check out the rocket promotion here and stay tuned for many more exciting events!
major news alert!
witness reports from all over the region has been flooding in about strange happenings at the three lakes. what's more perplexing is that these occurrences seem to be happening spontaneously at the lakes. just moments ago, a burst of light erupted at the locations and residents in the vicinity have reported that the lake-side pokemon have turned aggressive and attack on sight.
However, there have been rumours and sightings of the legendary lake trio which has had trainers flocking in from all over the region.
Post by isabelle night on Jun 3, 2016 14:26:47 GMT
serenity is not stillness. ● ● ● ●
but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm
Heathhome.
She was finally here. She had applied (read: paid) for a week off duty, and she went racing home at the speed of a moody and slightly irrational but mostly elegant woman of the rich upper class. And she had quite a lot to show for it. Isabelle was decked out in new clothes, her hair somehow made neat for the occasion and pulled back into a ponytail that accentuated her features. She had even went for some light makeup, and was basically looking her best for no other reason than the fact that people recognized her here-- it wasn't that she wanted to please them, but rather it had faded into subconscious instinct at the point.
Someone waved at her and she waved back, sporting a fake smile. It was unlike her, and so it almost looked awkward, but within the week she supposed she'd get used to it. There were something to hate about hearthome, she guessed. Like Isabella's toxicity, Caelum's all around bitchiness, and all the fake lights and contests. She hated pokemon contests with a passion, and found herself glaring disdainfully in the general direction of the contest hall from where soft music reached all the way here.
She shook her head though, too used to the Contest Hall's extravagance and too caught up in her own to really care. She thought about what she was going to do- Isabella already told Isabelle that she was angry about her decision with the rangers, but the brunette assumed it'd last less than a week. Carter, she learned, still hadn't corresponded with the family since leaving. It left her feeling empty and yet complete, this place.
Dreams of disconnecting with the family were her dumb childhood aspirations. Once rich, always rich. She wasn't strong willed like Carter, she wasn't first born like Caelum, not perfectly vile like Isabella, and most certainly not the prodigy son. Tch. No point in regretting life decisions now. She huffed, trying to breath out the sober mood that's over taken her, eyes prowling for a distraction to entertain her, or maybe lighten her up a bit.
Isabelle cynically supposed that it was about time, anyway-- she was looking pretty, standing alone, seeming melancholy. 3...2...1....
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 3, 2016 15:16:29 GMT
"Excuse me, miss... " A confident voice, followed by a well-dressed man would approach the brunette at where she stood. Adrien had just reached hearthome a few minutes ago and the massive city had already overwhelmed him. A brochure he had brought of the city seemed utterly useless in directing him and honestly, asking help from another man damaged his pride all too much.
Last resort?
Find the most beautiful woman in the vicinity and request some aid in a not-so-specific way. Beside, she was alone and seemingly unmotivated at the moment. So why not occupy her time for a couple of minutes... Or maybe more?
"I hope I'm not bothering you but uh.. " His lips broke into a small smile as he stopped a few steps away from the woman, careful as to not seem like a total creep.
Post by isabelle night on Jun 3, 2016 15:36:43 GMT
serenity is not stillness. ● ● ● ●
but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm
It usually didn't work that fast, but what do they say about miracles and the universe? Isabelle felt a genuine smile creep up her features at the man's introduction- it had been a while since someone approached her so kindly. Well, amybe she's been spending too long with Jason. Instantly he struck her as someone her own family might try and set her up with, which was, honestly, both good and bad.
"Excuse granted," she remarked slyly, the soft smile turning into a small smirk as she eyed the man down openly. He was definitely pretty, and something about him screamed charisma. He came off well, and kept his distance smartly enough. "Yes. I was wondering how long that'd last," she remarked, shrugging nonchalantly.
She supposed she'd give him a smile though, however small. It was always good to lay the invite flat, at least according to Isabella.
"And you are? I can't say I've seen you around, but I guess Hearthhome's a big city." She thought a bit before returning her gaze to the stranger. She wonders if he's from the southern part past the contest hall-- it's a lot less glamorous there, and for someone dressed that neatly, Isabelle's unsure at best.
Whatever, she's obviously thinking too much at a point in time where she doesn't really want to think. Isabelle's still standing at her distance from the male, but for once her eyes are actually focused on the source of conversation.
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 3, 2016 17:20:14 GMT
Well, she was friendly... somewhat. By the snark the woman gave off, Adrien could only assume that she had either mistaken him for someone else or hearthome wasn't as 'hearty' as the brochures stated. At least she didn't completely shut him out as evident when she asked for a name and address.
Now all he had to do was play the right cards.
"Adrien Arkwright" He'd answer in a straightforward manner, seeing no reason to pick an alias in such a civilan situation. "And no, I'm not from around here. Which..." His smile turned apologetic as he spoke. "... Is exactly why I've approached you. If you aren't too busy, would you be able to guide me to the Hearthome Hotel and show me a few notable landmarks in this city?"
He'd ask as he ran a hand through his hair, unexplainably a bit nervous for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it because she was so posh? Or maybe because of her curt response. Either way, it was too late to back down now.
"I'll make it worth your time. Whatever you'd like in return for assisting me. " He lent a hand out stating a fact. He wasn't from a big city, but he did come from a high class family. Money was not an object. "Of course, if you're uncomfortable with such an arrangement, you can just point me to the nearest kiosk."
Women were unpredictable and with such unpredictability came that little chance that he came off as a stalker or weirdo that was trying to land a date.
Post by isabelle night on Jun 5, 2016 15:19:07 GMT
serenity is not stillness. ● ● ● ●
but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm
Women definitely had their moods- Isabelle would know the most. Right now she was a messy cross between bored, melancholy and cynical, but as usual there was always a dash of decent company mixed in, and although this boy didn't seem like someone that'd be fun to snark with, at the very least she could push him around for a day and exercise her legs. It was worth a go.
"Isabelle Night," she introduced, smirking softly at the rest of his fumbled, strange and a little too distant speech. It was funny how guys would speak all the time, because they, no matter how far they'd advanced, would never be able to judge exactly when a girl had made up her mind. The nervous run through of his hair is a scene straight out of her memories with every boy ever-- the only person she'd ever met that stared her straight on and said whatever was likely Isabella, and that was because her sister kept reminding her they'd been cut from the same cloth. It bugged her a lot more than she cared to admit. "Really?" she asked-- her lies were never well framed, but she had some skill in suppressing the truth here and there. "Well fine then, you can take me out to coffee later." Her feet spring forward and she begin walking. She began walking infront of him, her brown ponytail swaying gently with her hips-- it was clear she had poise to kill, but she didn't seem intent on harming any body.
"Hearthhome Hotel, huh?" Not a bad choice at all. "That's a bit south of here- before that though..." She gestured in the general direction of a small, station-like building surrounded by flowers. "That's Amity. For kids, and people looking to get them, basically."
She kept walking and subconsciously knew that her descriptions would continue to display her disdain and yet soft affection for her hometown.
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 6, 2016 11:06:22 GMT
'That's it? A date?' Adrien cocked a puzzled eyebrow when all the woman wanted was to be taken out for a coffee date. Usually women (or anyone for that matter) would jump at the opportunity to go on an expensive shopping spree. Either this woman had everything she ever wanted or wasn't into materialistic wealth, the latter assumption clearly contradicting her posh fashion sense and confidence.
"Well then, win-win~" He'd easen up and smile, expressing his content with the arrangement. A coffee date with such an eye candy wasn't something he'd turn down.
Adrien would pick up the pace and try to walk besides her while softly nodding along as she explained the landmarks, an occasional suppressed scoff or chuckle escaping as the woman kept the tour entertaining with some additional commentary.
He was here to scope out Hearthome and Fantina although didn't hesitate to take his time with it and so wasn't going to hasten the tour. In fact, "I have to admit this city is quite beautiful." He spoke with a friendly undertone. A pause as he looked at the road ahead with a soft smile.
"But...they all pale in comparison to what's right besides me."
but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm
At the very least he seemed to get her derogatory humor aimed at the city, even though for her it was more like affectionately messing around. She didn't hate Hearthome. Yes, the people often sucked and the place was usually too excited over some trivial matter for her to care, but it was home to a lot of memories, and though usually sentiments were lost on her, it wasn't always the case.
She scoffed at his attempt. "That'd be cute if I hadn't heard it dozens of time before, pretty boy." But she was smiling despite herself, and even gave him a wink to go off of. She wasn't exactly on the prowl, but the silver haired stranger was cute enough, and she wouldn't mind. Still, he seemed like the rich type, and if she really wanted to spite her family in return for last year's fiasco, she'd have to pick someone less...fashionable.
As they strolled and commented and laughed at passing monuments, they'd eventually reach a large, dome shaped building right at the center of it all. "And this is the grand Hall; where you either make it big or fail spectacularly, all for the world to see." There seems to be some kind of hateful relationship between Isabelle and the contest hall, because she takes her time to stare the building down.
"Fantina comes here all the time to preen, too, if you're into that." She shrugs. The blaring music and lights coming from the inside sort of annoy her, so she turns as if to move on.
"The Hotel's pretty near by, actually..." She gestures to a soft red roof in the background, distinct among the other shades of brown and black. "Right over there."
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 7, 2016 8:27:01 GMT
The woman waved it off easily with one remark at which Adrien neither turned or scoffed at. "Really? With that cakey mak--" The silverette bit his tongue and stopped himself from making a snark comment. Twas habitual really and while Isabelle's retort warranted one, he had to remind himself that she was doing him a favour.
If she took offense to any of his comments (even tthough they were in jest) then well, he'd have slipped up pretty bad. Besides, he was childish not dishonorable. Instead he'd choose to enjoy the rest of the evening tour.
Adrien would stop and take a good look at the grand hall. It was an impressive building although by the way his guide spat at it and stared it down, apparently the place held some bad memories. Time to indirectly probe at them then.
"Wait, so you aren't a coordinator? By the way you dressed and regarded yourself I was kinda sure you were. That, or maybe a businesswoman." His dialect slightly loosened up, not deliberately, but it did after spending a decent bit of time with her. The question he posed was an honest, curious one though perhaps not asked at the best of times. Eyes shifted to the building in the distance the woman had pointed to.
"That's my stop then. Thanks." He'd smile at her with her hint of gratitude present in her tone. "And when do you want to go out for coffee?" He'd continue eyes still fixed on the red roofed building, the promise he made not forgotten and still fresh in his head. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it.
but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm
The second she heard his snark coming she turn her head around, paused a bit, a gave him a small smirk before walking on-- it wasn't like she'd mind a well aimed snark now and then. With all her sarcasm, it would wrong to expect any less in return. His sudden stopping didn't surprise her either, though it was adorable.
When he asked such a straight forward and yet silly question, Isabelle actually blinked, not sure of how to respond. But then she smirked. "If that's the case you might just assume everyone from Hearthome's a coordinator," she said, shaking her head. "Coordinating is silly; I'd sooner be caught dead." She tsked at Adrien. "Wrong again." She paused, knowing that the fact she was a ranger usually blew most people out of the water. "I'll let you know next time~" she teased, smiling and waving at the boy. "Oh, later maybe. Threeish? At the place I showed you earlier?" She didn't really want to ask or exchange contacts quite yet, considering the man had barely started loosening up with his manner of speech.
Post by adrien arkwright on Jun 7, 2016 10:14:53 GMT
Neither? That was rather puzzling. And just as he was going to assume that she leached off her parents, she'd cement the fact that she indeed did something for a living. "Heh. Now you've left me wondering." He'd return the wave and acknowledge those few dozen smirks she had shot him. Whether they were inviting or condescending, he'd prefer and hope they were the former.
"Hm, three sounds about fine." He'd take a glance at his phone and then back at the woman. That was enough time to refresh up and finish a little of those Galactic duties he had come here for. Bidding her goodbye, Adrien would enter the hotel and book a room. Only when he had settled into his hotel room did he realize... SMACK! A hand struck against his forehead, eyes widened in disbelief. 'Damn it! I forgot to ask her number'
Tch. Seemed he'd have to leave a bit early thanks to that slip up.
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