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.
she dips her toes in the water, pinches grass under her hand with her fingers. fog skirts over the surface of the lake water. kidd is on edge, nose and tail twitching like crazy as he trots along the bank. she holds a hand up when he passes her again, slides deft fingers over the bone on his back. he shivers and draws closer, noses against her shoulder. she breathes out gently, slowly, and runs his horns over the curve of her palm.
he's been understanding about her distance. it's pained him, she knows that, but she's trying now. his distress fades, though not entirely and after a few long moments, he bows down so he can nudge under her knee. "okay," she says. she doesn't know the time, but she knows it's late. the moon's already halfway through the night sky.
she slips back into her heels and stands. out of the corner of her eye, she swears she sees the water ripple. kidd starts walking. it's quiet, save for the rustling sounds of nocturnal pokemon that weave through the confines of the bordering forest. a few caterpie scuttle under taller stalks of grass, but they slink back into the shadows when the houndoom's paws come too close.
and then he stops, nora a half second behind. his nose twitches and lowers to the ground, snuffing over dirt and grass. he sifts through the grass to their right and then a low growl crawls up his throat as he turns. he plops a thin wallet into her hand and she turns it, thumbs it open without a second thought. her fingers pinch around the cash.
then she stops. "would you look at that?" she thumbs the rocket id out of its place, drinks in the face on its side. gale barton. regrettably, she puts the bills back into their place. there's something else here that's much, much more valuable. "kidd," she says, lazily holds out the folded wallet. "find him."
it doesn't take long. he's halfway on the other side of the lake, obscured before by the fog. she twirls the wallet in her hand and quickens her step, hips swaying even as stilettos sink into the marshy grass. "hey, stranger. i think you forget a lil' something."
night is the only time when he feels safe. when the world stops and he can't see more than twenty feet in front of him. there's something comforting about the fog, about the way it obscures the water and catches the dim sheen of moonlight. gaze roaming, he treads slowly along the shore of the lake, leaving a trail of footprints in the damp mud. eventually he stops, watches as erebus chases after a lone firefly in the distance, agile paws creeping up behind the glowing insect, growling every time it evades his clutches. he's in the awkward stage between pup and adulthood, paws still too big for the rest of him. his impatience shows in his training. that's why gale gives him freedom now. he lets him run, stretch his legs.
he knows he's being followed when the mutt gives up his playful conquest. he sees her before she speaks, reflection caught in the murky water. as crimson eyes flash silently in his direction, gale looks up to meet the woman's gaze evenly, locking her in his stare. erebus sinks low in the grass as he slinks stealthily toward the intruder, but gale holds out a firm hand to stop him. the only sign of the canine is the bright glow of his eyes from the shadows of the underbrush.
it's odd to see another person out this late, and the effortless sway of her hips is enough to raise his suspicions, but he keeps his questions to himself. he knows how to play his cards, learned long ago to keep his friends close and his enemies closer. so, letting the cautious slant of his eyes drop, gale nonchalantly holds out a hand for the wallet, eyes the familiar brown leather. he doesn't care about the money, only the partially burned photograph that is hidden behind the bills.
'then you thought right.'
he doesn't know what she wants, but she wants something. maybe he's jumping the gun, merely a cynic playing guessing games, but he's learned to be wary, especially of those who wield a certain level of charisma. everyone wants something. everything comes at a price. nothing is ever granted for free. he knows because he's the same, and he's already calculating what he's willing to bargain. what he's willing to give up.
hand still outstretched expectantly, with a wry crook of his lips gale says, 'are you going to tell me who i have to thank?'
"don't worry," she says as he takes the wallet back from here, "it's all there." the sly tilt of her lips stretches when she tries to read him. she can appreciate a man who doesn't give her a sweeping head-to-toe look upon first seeing her, but then she struggles with the want for it, the need to have someone look at her like she's their last salvation. and he's not. and if she wants anything from him, she's going to have to change that.
kidd tenses when he stretches out his hand, tail poised, but he relaxes when she daintily sticks her own hand out and gives his a shake. the houndoom's nose twitches and he takes a few steps closer to the grass beside them. he holds his head back up when he finds the source of the smell, unimpressed with the pokemon hidden next to them.
"kidd," she says as she releases his hand, one brow raised. the houndoom glances back at the sound of his name. she nods towards him, eyes flickering from him and back to the stranger. "he's the one who found it and you." she turns then, puts her hands on her hips as she surveys the lake. her breath curls out in front of her.
"i've never seen the fog this dense. so stranger, dare i ask what you're doing by the lake at two in the morning?" she purses her lips, taps her finger against her lower lip. "and i'm asking you, not the other way around, hm?"
he's confused at first, because what kind of name is that for a woman? but then he notices her hound for the first time, eyes burning like flames between the blades of grass, fire against the mist. 'i didn't know i had an admirer,' he scoffs with a twist of his lips. perhaps he should show her more gratitude, but as his fingers close around the leather, he's itching with suspicion. he doesn't open it to count the bills. there's not enough worth stealing, and even if there was, it would take a fool to rob a man and then surrender. if she'd taken anything, she wouldn't be here, which begged the next question. why? it's on the tip of his tongue, but he's not going to ask because he's not going to get an answer. not an honest one.
for now, he lets her lead the dance.
'would you believe me if i said i was burying a body?' his eyes follow her finger as it rests against her lips, and then he lifts his eyes to hers. his gaze remains solemn for a moment, but then it's broken as the grim line of his lips cracks into a grin.
a quiet snarl disturbs the grass where erebus is hiding, a warning not to get too close. gale glances down at him briefly, but he doesn't pay the pup much attention. now, if it was apollo, that would be a different story, but the bolder mutt isn't as fond of the darkness as the younger. erebus's snout pokes above the grass, cautious but curious, ears pinned flat against his head as he eyes the larger pokemon.
'i suppose this is the part where i'm meant to thank you and buy you a drink.' gale quirks a brow in subtle amusement, but then he waves it off. 'bars aren't my niche, but if there's something else you had in mind, don't be shy. i do make it a point to reward honesty.' even when he's warm, there's an icy edge to his words, to his smile. but then, his generosity stems only from curiosity of the unknown, not gratitude.
"hah," she scoffs and kidd cranes his head back at the noise, red eyes resting on the male warily. "i'd hardly go that far. he just has a penchant for returning the found to where they were lost." he noses against her curled fingertips, nuzzles against her palm while avoiding the sensitive area under her gloved hand. she scratches the orange fur on his snout and his half-closed eyes crack open when the gray-haired male makes a joke about burying bodies. a chill runs down her spine, though she knows it's a joke. feels it's a joke. rarely has she seen other passersby by the lakeshore, or anywhere for that matter, on her lonely moonlit walks, save for the grungy men she's seen topple out of bars near the bar district in whichever town she's in.
she misses eterna, misses the greenery, the security, even if it had been an illusion. she'd take false safety over this constant waiting, this thrown-over-shoulder looks, sleepless nights. "we'll skip the drinks, then," she says, knows the consequences of getting tipsy, doesn't trust her tired lips not to spill secrets, languidly drench fears and paranoia with honey and promises, flowers that lead to burning fingers, burning skin. she runs her fingers through her hair.
she trails her fingertips along the curved bones that arch from kidd's skull and the hound stands, pointed tail flicking. he gives furtive glances to the stranger once nora turns her back on him, fingers curled coyly over her shoulder to beckon him to follow. "i know a place. above the city lights, the polluted air. it's nice. as long as you're not afraid of heights."
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