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.
in the past few weeks his life has taken a turn for the worse, now caught in a downwards spiral with nothing to stop his fall. the ex-spy was driven by rage and heartbreak, he sought for revenge of any kind and would snap at the opportunity should it present itself.
murdering the arkwright elder was one of the hardest things he's had to do in his life; to actually feel someone's life fading, being taken away, was not something one should experience, let alone be responsible for it. he felt sorrow, guilt, and almost remorse but none of that mattered if it meant being able to hurt adrien. he wanted to make the galactic admin feel what he felt, to have everything taken away from him. that was his goal in life now, just plain and simple revenge.
the difference between the two is that the arkwright son had much more people he cared about; family, friends, lovers. the numbers were high compared to liam who apart from family only had so few people he truly cared for. he had nothing to lose apart from family now, and he was sure to keep them safe and protected at all times.
the arkwright son however wouldn't be able to keep all of the people he cared for safe. liam was the aggressor now, he was two steps ahead of the other and he was sure to use his advantage wisely; this time going for people who were closer to adrien than his grandfather was. or at least that's what he assumed when he kidnapped her off the streets.
tracking her wasn't hard, the arkwright family was always quite known to the public. a few calls here and there to past informants and soon enough he knew the movements of the girl well enough to plan an abduction. it went well, with the help of chloroform the abduction was clean and precise. his plans required him to make little to no mistakes; first the girl, then jason, which he has yet to do. but it wouldn't be long until he would go out for the ranger, though right now it was just him and her.
the abandoned theater was basically a ghost town, only a few junkies and pokemon infested it. past experiences told him that it was a good place to hideout, or to do something worse than that. he was held up in a building which was surrounded by many others, all abandoned, all dead. not a soul was there except for him.
and now, the girl; locked up in a dull room with curtains that barely let any light in, at one corner of the room were pipes, function unknown, but they served as a place to confine her. both hands were cuffed around the pipe, ankles tied together with a rough rope, movement almost fully restricted. he had made sure to take away her possessions; phone destroyed, pokeball safely kept elsewhere, just making sure she had nothing to escape with.
the door would creak open, a flick of a switch and the lights would flicker on, illuminating the darkened room. the effects of the chloroform should fade at any moment now, but just for good measure he walked over to her, his frame towering over hers as he poured water from a bottle down onto her head before taking a step back.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 13, 2016 9:53:26 GMT
chloroform smells sweet, and leah had noticed it, but not in time because she's already taken a gasp for air, and then everything went hazy and numb, but what seemed like ages later she was awake, in a dark room, unsure of how she got there. her hands were cuffed but the chain rested peacfully, she couldn't move her legs separately and the whole place stank of the vague scent of sea. canalave. escape to anywhere would be easy, provided to she could remove herself from the bindings. her minnd raced, but her heat raced faster.
and she had tried, and tried, but given up. the room was dark, she couldn't see. her head hung limply, a ponytail of brilliant golden hair falling against her neck. she heard someone's voice. and she looked up, a dark expression on her face.
she hisses, stirring almost violently as the water is poured over her.
"i've been awake," she informed the man, sputtering as the water his her head, forcing down the locks of hair and making her shudder. cold. the water seeps into clothing, and she can feel it hiss against the skin that had felt suitably warm seconds before. if she wasn't awake, she is now.
her heat's in her mouth but she won't let it speak. she stares at him intently, but her eyes travel everywhere all at once. where he came in from, any vauge thing she could take about him from his appearance. motive, desire, aggression or calm. breathe in, breathe out.
if it's a kidnapping, she probably won't die, she assures herself. he's probably just scum after money anyway. "what do you want?" she asks, not taking her eyes off the man. a blonde, the idea barely registers in her mind, the one that's still a little dazed by the water.
despite the anger that raged on inside of him he kept a calm demeanor, his face almost blank but the signs of exhaustion and weariness among others were there. a shade of black would tint the underside of his eyes, obviously deprived of sleep. each blink felt heavy, and with the sun no longer out he could feel himself start to tire. a hand went up to run through his hair, messy, he no longer needed to keep up appearances.
her voice sounded soothing in a way, much different from her brother's that only seemed to anger the man. he reminded himself over and over again that the girl was an arkwright, she was related to adrien and would possibly be the cause of his downfall. but still, he had a weakness, and he himself recognized that. so he was constantly aware of his actions, not willing to let anything slip by.
what did he want? to hurt adrien, in any way possible.
he pulled up a chair that rested at the side of the room, placing it firmly a small distance away from her as he sat down. "leah, right?" he spoke. fingers grazed the outline of his phone that rested in his pocket, not yet pulling it out. "don't worry, i don't want to hurt you." he was careful with his choice of words, not making false promises.
he'd leave it at that for now as he leaned forward, an elbow resting against his thigh as the other extended out towards her, bottle still in his hand. "you're dehydrated, drink." it was more of an order than a request. the ex-spy was delaying the inevitable, just taking his time now because he knew that he wouldn't be able to come back from what he planned to do.
whether she took the bottle or not was up to her, but he'd soon lean back against his chair, arms folding. "why'd you come back?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. just small talk, for now.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 13, 2016 10:39:35 GMT
"are you insane?" she asks, looking at the man with a mixture of amazement and straight up disgust. he's tired, she can see, and he looked like he hand't had a proper nights sleep, no he looked like he hand't even bathed or eaten for weeks. granted her standards were probably high, but right now her captor looked worse off than she did. a unnoticeable pang of sympathy rang, but was quickly replaced by anger.
"the arkwrights will destroy you," she says, simply, giving the man another look of what, she didn't know. she turned to face him, he was sitting right beside her. she could probably slam her head against his have him bleed, but she didn't have her chains off, yet. what good would that do.
she looks at the bottle but doesn't make any movements. and then the extent of his words dawn on her.
"don't talk to me like you know me," she says crisply. leah's not used to being treated like this, but it doesn't mean she won't apply her usual rules of interacting with people. "and so? if you're not going to hurt me shouldn't you be making a call now? if it's money you want you could have just asked." she wants to sneer but she's afraid it'll come out all wrong.
she looks at the man-- she can't help it, he's sitting down next to her. there are bags under his eyes, he looks tired. weak. broken. vague hints surface, little ideas, but it'll be a few more seconds before all her senses come back to her.on eye on liam one eye on the bottle, she waits.
was he insane? at this point even he didn't know. he was a very different person now than he was a year ago; he's lost so much, ideals and beliefs have altered, no, have vanished. the once peaceful boy who wanted nothing more than peace in the world was now replaced by one who was hurt, who is now driven by rage. but even then remnants of his old personality still remained. but there were only so few things that kept him grounded.
"yes, probably."
money? he would hide the surprise in his eyes when he realized that the girl thought that this was about money. but then again she had no other reason to suspect otherwise, since he was careful about what he disclosed to her. but her choice of words caught him. "i never said i wasn't going to hurt you." he interjected. this wasn't about money, this was about revenge.
a hand slid into his pocket, fingers grasping around a single pokeball, just holding for a moment. every blink now felt like a chore, he had to force himself to stay awake. his hair messy, oily, his clothes were a mess, stained with dirt among others. there was no redeeming quality to his appearance, not right now at least.
"you should have never come back."
with a pained sigh he slid out of his chair, the legs of it scraping against the floor. he picked up the chair and placed it back in the corner before pulling out a pokeball. a flash of white illuminated the room and out came an arcanine, the same one that was responsible for the scars on adrien. fangs would catch on fire, embers dancing across as it awaited orders.
the arcanine made the room appear much smaller than it was, but still it had space to move around. it circled behind the girl, feet light against the wood. the beast towered over her, shadow casting over the walls as it stood. the ex-spy didn't want her to see the beast coming, didn't want her to know when the pain would come.
he also didn't want to watch this. with reluctance he pulled out his phone, taking a step forward to close the distance, and also to make sure that the video wouldn't reveal too much. with a bit of regret and pity already in his eyes he whispered, "i'm sorry."
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 13, 2016 11:29:08 GMT
he's lost his mind, she realizes, a sinking feeling of loss and desperation creeping up on her. any reason beyond money doesn't even occur to her, and when he speaks she realizes she's landed herself in the hands of a psychopath that may or may not care at all whether she lives or dies. she so afraid the chains rattle for the first time since she tried them out initially.
a white light appears, and she misses immediately the presence of her sigilyph and swablu, and she doesn't know what's behind her, because she doesn't turn back. she doesn't want to turn back. whatever it is, it's instantly hot behind her, the coldness sucked out of her and maybe she's imagining it but she's certain teh water that lingers is evaporating.
she doesn't even hear the stranger's worthless apology.
she screams as the whistle sounds, and it only turns even worse, more blood curdling and more terrified as the arcanine's jaw slams its way through her left shoulder. her mangles scream is magnified by the strange twist her body performs, writhing at the FIRE FANG, feeling her wound open up and then heat up and then burn, burn like all hell.
she doesn't know how long it lasts, but eventually she can't scream anymore. she's just breathing rapidly, her head sinking on the cold floor as the blood gushes out of her shoulder. "don't..." she says, and her mind whispers back, don't what? her eyes press tight, as if that will help the pain when screaming her lungs out didn't. "please don't..."
with her eyes closed she imagines adrien, grand father...it's easier to imagine with her eyes closed.
everything happened in an instant; the whistle, the bite, the screams. soon enough it all ended, and he wasn't sure how many seconds have passed. eyes would finally open, initially closing to avoid seeing the girl in pain. but they opened to a sight that turned his stomach. she was bleeding, in obvious pain, the bite leaving a clear mark on her shoulder. and suddenly regret took over.
recording would stop as he kept his phone, rushing out of the room and into another to grab a medical kit. he soon returned as he stumbled to the ground, hands trembling not out of fear but out of disgust almost as he scrambled through the contents. even though he had no proper knowledge of medical care he knew he had to stop the bleeding first, cleaning it could come later.
a hand found dressings, ripping one out of its package, the sterile pad soon being placed on the bleeding wound. there were a few wounds that the bite left, so one pad wouldn't be enough. the first one would soak up the blood as a free hand fumbled to get another one open. but he managed, and eventually a few dressings were placed on her shoulder, enough to stop the bleeding even if only temporarily.
"i'm sorry."
that was all he could whisper before leaving, taking off on the aerodactyl, the arcanine being left to keep watch over the girl. he needed to retrieve jason, abduct him just like he did with leah, both of them important in adrien's life. but eventually he returned with the ranger, locking him up in another room in the house.
about an hour or two has passed since the fire fang, and he still hasn't sent any texts just yet. he soon returned to the room, guilt still active as he recalled the arcanine, kneeling beside the girl as a hand placed on her uninjured shoulder, softly shaking her awake should she still be out.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 13, 2016 12:27:50 GMT
she's going to die, she's going to die, she's going to die...
they're in the catacombs. adrien and her, giggling and chasing after each other. he's stolen something of hers, something she vaguely knows he will return but she's mad enough to chase him through the maze they've both unconsciously memorized, the expanding passageways that would always be their hidden escape.
she opens a door, and the room inside has adrien, but it's not the catacombs anymore, they're at a hospital, and adrien is holding grandfather's hand, and he's saying something, but leah can't hear him. she shouts, and adrien turns towards her, smiling, but then behind him there's someone else, a shadowed figure, slashing---
she wakes up, gasping for breath, terrified. the arcanine gives a small growl and her chains rattle. it's dark again. she can't see. the floor is hard, and when she wakes up fully her brain resumes it's mantra. she's going to die, she's going to die...
she's left alone with that voice in her head, and at a point she thinks that if her hearts beats anymore her chest will be sore, she'll collapse just from the pain. but is it her head that hurts, her heart or the searing gash across her shoulder? she doesn't know. i'm going to die, i'm going to die...
the lights flicker on, announcing the stranger's presence. her eyes open immediately, eyelids flying as the fear that had changed to a resolute acceptance of pain and death now turns into fear again. she looks at the man, no words to leave her mouth. he speaks first first and she hisses, as though his words cause her pain. "shut up shut up shut up!" she screams, shrilly. "why are you doing this?" it could mean anything. why are you hurting me, why are you here, why me. why are you sorry.
"don't you dare tell me---" she raises her hand, her left hand, and the chain lifts mean inches off the ground before she freezes, for split second, the her face as though someone took a picture. fair, beautiful, and so very afraid. and then she scream again, looking at her arm, the mutilated skin hastily sown through worse-yet medical skills.
she screams and clutches it with her good hand, falling against the floor and descending into a fit of sobs.
he cringed at every scream she makes, every whimper, every cry for help. words would cut through his fake exterior shell that he put up, cutting deep as guilt was the only thing that remained. orders, questions, anything and everything flew at him at once, and he was overwhelmed by them. he wasn't sure what to do, what to say, should he tell her the truth? no, that would do him no good.
"i-it's not your fault," he replied, his answer confused even him but at this point the lack of sleep mixed in with overwhelming emotions made formulating a proper, cohesive answer very difficult. "don't be scared," he whispered though he knew that most of what he said would not matter.
then came the sobbing, the girl was now laying on the ground and he was left there stunned, perplexed as to what to do, how to handle this. "n-no don't..." was all he could muster up, his hand hovered over her, almost wanting to place it on her to comfort her but that would only do more harm. "i'm sorry..." he whispered before slowly backing away, leaving the room to escape the sobbing.
once the door closed he leaned against the wall next to it. hands went up to cover his entire face, he was at the brink of tears but he remained strong. his legs gave in though as his back slid against the wall, sliding down as he came to a seat against the ground, his back still leaning against the wall.
he just wanted to sleep, wanted to rest. and so he did, his eyes shutting as he fell asleep, only to be brought back to life again by a nightmare, a dusknoir that haunted his dreams.
he gasped for air when he awoke, eyes immediately looked left and right as if he was lost, looking for direction. but he soon remembered where he was, and he soon remembered the last thing that happened.
the girl.
he felt weak but managed himself up to his feet. jason was in the other room but he had no power to confront him, not yet. he opened the door again, slowly creaking it open as he stepped in.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 13, 2016 14:59:50 GMT
nothing the stranger says reaches her. "stay away," she mumbles feebly, her voice shaking like a telephone wire, fear wide in her hands as his arm reaches out to her. she closes her eyes, the words of apology and assurance never reaching her.
if they did, she'd laugh that mangled, entirely wrong laugh again, but she didn't think she had the energy to do so. instead all she had the energy for was sleep, and the blackness consumed her again, and she left willingly, the last sounds she heard were muffled sobs that, apparently, came from her own mouth.
when she woke up, all was dark again, and it was like she was having dejavu, like she was seeing this over and over again. she wondered idly if she's faint this time too, from another bout of unbearable pain. the darkness stayed with her for what seemed like hours. she could hear everything extra loudly, she could hear the beat of her own feeble heart. she was left alone, entirely alone, for what seemed like centuries...the door creaks open, she looks at it with a sharp, jerking movement, looking more and more like an animal.
i'm not going to die.
the words rush inside her, make her feel full and warm and exhausted all at once, but the look on the man's face says it all. he won't kill her, he's not that evil. not evil at all. she prsses her eyes close and shivers, the warmth disappearing as the reality settles in. "no," she says simply, wanting nothing more than to collapse.
she's leah arkwright, she reminds herself as her breathing is steady for the first time even while in the vicinity of her captor. it feels like the first time in a long time that's she's been able to breathe normally. "y-you," she accuses, looking straight at man as though she's only just seen him. lips trembling, she continues, "why are you here? why did you come back? aren't you done yet?" but she doesn't want him to leave because anything is better than the darkness.
she feels sick. her whole left arm is numb, or maybe it's burning still and she just can't tell.
a sigh escaped his lips as the door closed behind him, light now turned on again. seeing her in her state made him ache in pain and guilt, tiredness getting to him as he leaned against the wall. and just like outside his legs would give up, causing him to slide downwards onto the ground. his injured leg was extended out and the other was bent, foot placed firmly on the ground to stop him from fully sliding onto his back.
"neither am i," he replied, voice carried exhaustion and weariness. his night wasn't done yet, it was far from over. he could practically hear the screams coming from the man in the other room, knowing what would most likely happen in the near future. his head would lean back and rest itself on the wall as he stared across the room at the cold floor.
you.
her voice called for his attention, eyes shifted from the floor to her as questions started to fly across. at the end he was left at an unknown. "i-i don't know." that wasn't completely true but it was partially. looking at her made him want to throw up, and he doubted that she wanted him anywhere near her. so with nothing left to do he'd sigh and get back up onto his feet, using the wall behind him as support. it was only when he grabbed the door knob and a hand reached up to the light switch that he heard a,
wait.
he froze. did she really want him to stay? or was she just looking for answers? either way he accepted her plea, turning around but not looking at her just yet. instead his eyes landed on the water bottle from before, noticing how it was knocked over and empty. luckily there was another one in the medical kit that he brought in earlier, so he walked over to it and pulled out another bottle.
he walked with a slight limp, and should she have good eyes she would be able to notice it. with the bottle in his hand he approached her yet again, lowering himself to her level by kneeling as he handed her the bottle, making sure to open it first.
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 14, 2016 17:04:09 GMT
"wait."
her eyes watch him. carefully, slowly, eh turns back into the room, hand hovering over the light switch before leaving it on, and she's relieved, relieved it's not going to go dark again. he limps over to her, and she notices it but has ittle energy to say anything, until he hands her the bottle. she stares at it, the most common courtesy registering now as an act of kindness. she drinks, the water spilling messily out of her mouth. she doens't bother. her eyes her hard and despite what reassurance both he and she have made on his behalf, her heart is still a terrified mess and she can't stop it from being so.
"why are you limping?" she asks, slowly, because maybe it's a start. a start to answers, to the truth, to anything beyond pain and darkness. and then she suddenly just feels sorry for the man, whatever he's been through to get his eyes like that, his face so dejected, his legs barely functional.
her breathing begins to normalize, but her question still hangs in the air, her eyes staring at him. she closes her mouth, preventing it from speaking another word she's regret. a drop of water rolls off her chin and makes an unheard drip onto the floor.
from a kneel he'd shift himself lower, now sitting on the floor not too far away from the girl. he kept a safe distance between them, still worried that she might still be afraid of him. he wouldn't blame her, not even if she hated him. he doesn't deserve forgiveness, empathy, his actions were cruel and unforgiving. all of his thoughts revolved around that at the moment, and how much he's changed so much, all for the worst.
he watched carefully as she drank, feeling slightly more relieved with every passing second. the last thing he wanted was for her to get even more hurt than she already was. but he feared the unknown, feared that adrien would not fall for his taunts enough that he would be forced to act further. he wasn't sure if he would be able to, but then again, that was one of the reasons why the other ranger was here, wasn't it?
with her he was kind, emphatic, he could already feel the difference as he felt little to no remorse for the ranger in the other room. when she asked a question he'd stare down at his leg, hand reaching for it to give it a soft rub before extending it out along the ground. it hurt if he kept it bent for long periods or if too much pressure was exerted on it. squatting, kneeling, these actions hurt.
should he tell her the truth? at this point he felt vulnerable in a way, just lonely, longing for someone to talk to. "i was attacked by a dusknoir." he'd begin speaking, his voice raspy which warranted him to clear his throat. "it went for my legs." he shuddered at the memory, the sight of the singular eye of the dusknoir, the arm that swung with great power. it was what kept him up at night.
fingers went up to rub the corners around his eyes, sighing as he leaned back against a wall. he didn't tell her the whole truth, but she got enough out of him to make assumptions. he'd try to take a deep breath but was stopped by a sudden cough, a hand went up to place on his chest. a few more fits of cough followed, head titled away from the girl and off to the side. he'd try to slow his breathing down after that, becoming less erratic, more controlled. lungs would never be the same as they once were.
"y-you never answered my question," he cleared his throat, turning back to face the girl. "why'd you come back?"
Post by leah arkwright on Aug 16, 2016 8:17:04 GMT
"attacked by a dusknoir?" she almost choked on the water, putting the bottle down and looking at him as though it was the first time she was able to examine him this closely. she has an urge to reach out and touch him, one that she barely suppresses because of the blaring signals in her mind telling her that the arcanine could still attack her whenever it wanted. after all, if there was one thing she learned as a ranger, it was that pokemon had minds or their own, and they were not often as kind as everyone wanted to believe.
the next question distracts her, and she fumbles a bit with what she wants to say. "i was stationed here...i wanted to be stationed here. i-i.." she flinches a little, and it's all to clear that the burn wound isn't exactly in its best condition. "i need to find out who murder my grandfather." the idea that the man standing before her was the murder hadn't even occurred to her.
"why are you here?" somehow, she couldn't believe the man was acting off his own accord. "who are you sending the video to? who hired you?" in her mind, there are a thousand excuses bubbling as to why this man could be here, a thousand excuses as to why minutes before he'd let his arcanine on her. but she needs to be sure, to make sure...
a dusknoir....where has she seen a dusknoir before?
he dared not look away when she brought up the murder of the arkwright elder, afraid that it might make him look suspicious. it wouldn't be hard for her to connect the dots, but he was surprised to find out that adrien had not told her about it, especially if she came back for the sole purpose of investigating his death. the answer was right in front of her and yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth.
"i'm sorry," he whispered his condolences no matter how wrong it might have been. then come the onslaught of questions, all hitting him hard as all of them required some form of truth. but as he stared at her the lingering guilt shifted him closer to her, hands slowly reaching for her arms to rotate her so that he could see her shoulder. "don't move." gently he shifted her so that he could get a good look at the wound, dressing covering up most of it but a soft tap would tell him that the dressing was soaked.
"fuck."
he slid back before standing off the ground, hands shaking as he reached for a pokeball. the arcanine was recalled back into its pokeball, and he rushed to the side of the room to grab the medical kit, the same one from before. it wasn't long until he returned to kneel beside the girl, his hands unpacking the kit.
"i have to clean your wound," he spoke softly, voice showing concern as he unwrapped dressings from its packaging. he reached around her to grab the bottle of water that she was drinking from.
the steps were simple enough; take off existing dressings, clean wounds with water, put on new dressings. he did this before when there was a whole lot more blood, but he had adrenaline pumping through him then. now he had to handle this on his own.
"i'm sorry."
with that he'd take off each individual dressing that was originally on her, pouring water over the wounds before patching it up again with more dressings. no stitches yet mostly because he had no idea how to, but she would definitely need some later.
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