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 adrien arkwright on Oct 16, 2016 16:35:57 GMT
Cold, dark clouds had accumulated over Solaceon town causing the night sky to be starved of the stars it usually basked beneath. Heavy rain pelted the town relentlessly and the temperatures had dropped to the point where all activity in town had been halted. Lightning danced in streaks and the thunder that roared was almost deafening. An omen some called it, apparently a sign for darker days to come. Most would dismiss it as superstitious nonsense alas today perhaps the words of the elders held some truth.
Tonight, a certain cobalt-haired male would make his way to the Lost Tower. With only an umbrella to shield his form from the unforgiving weather, every breath expired caused mist to condense before him. His attire was damp and soaked at parts, the umbrella doing little to prevent rain from soakening him. Adrien had only one reason to be out in such weather. He had been informed by his subordinates that ex-Galactic Liam Summers had been seen about the tower. Perhaps a rumours or trap, he didn't bother ascertaining facts. All that mattered was that there was a chance Summers was in there, a chance he'd take to finish the man off once and for all.
Sloppy footsteps that traversed over the muck would click as they now walked over the creaky floorboards of the Lost tower. The parasol would be closed and tossed aside and the Arkwright male would make his way up the tower. There was not a soul in sight and every sound would resonate within these wooden walls. The Lost Tower; A fitting end to his one problem.
he remembers it clearly; it has been a month, maybe more since he's been confined to a hospital bed. he feels the metal that's wrapped around his wrist with every tug, every outcry that only seems to end with a nurse showing up. but that's not who he wants to see. it's never who he wants to see. he should've given up, should've lost hope by that point but with every creak of the door, every shadow he sees walk by he just can't help but hope, hope that it's her.
she never did show up, at least not when he needed her most. but he understood why. it wasn't up to her. she had no choice. she made up for not being there, the memory of the lost tower bringing back a faint smile that's soon mellowed out by reality. he misses her sometimes, wonders what could have been, wonders what he could have done differently. so many choices but in the end none of them mattered, not when the decision that mattered the most, that changed the most was made by someone else.
tonight he's back at the lost tower, though for slightly different reasons than before. he powers through the downpour on the back of an aerodactyl. he's drenched when he reaches the tower, and with one swift recall he pushes through the wooden door. he's greeted by a familiar feeling, a sense of something eerie that lingers in the air.
he's there for one reason, to mourn the loss of his alakazam. the rangers followed procedure, he assumes, so the body of the alakazam should be in the tower. he's careful with each step, eyes wander from tombstone to tombstone reading the inscriptions on it. he finally finds the tombstone of an alakazam that he assumes is food. the date matches.
"food." he places two fingers on the top of the tombstone, running them along the granite. he remembers the pain he felt, feels the bullet piercing. "i'm..." he whispers. he bends down, shifts himself so that his back is against the tombstone. he then lets himself slide down onto the ground, legs extending out as hands lay flat next to his legs.
"i'm sorry."
there's so much he wants to say but he can't find the words to. he wonders if he can hear him, if their minds are still linked even beyond death. it's an interesting thought to have, and a little bit comforting. so he says what he wants in his mind, lets his thought flow free without concern. his back's away from the stairs that lead up though it's not like it would matter. he's too lost in his thoughts that everything around him starts to blur and filter out.
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 18, 2016 9:41:51 GMT
Every footstep caused the floorboards to creak slightly as the historic building was weak and unstable. Adrien wouldn't bother concealing his footsteps, his mind set with the intent to kill. That is, until murmurs the floor above were heard. It was common knowledge that ghost pokemon loitered about the area, those murmurs could have been anything. Furthermore, toight the souls of the living should have been scarce. Scarce enough that if Liam Summers was indeed here tonight, a certain ghost pokemon would be able to pick up on it. Hence, fingers slid into his coat and withdrew a pokeball, quietly summoning Hades. The Dusknoir would hover infront of its Master scanning the graveyard as it would ascend the stairs. Following right behind the large pokemon, the cobalt haired male would stop moments after reaching the next floor.
"..." A gold iris scanned the room, lips forming a grimace as nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. However, Hades wouldn't move - - the cyclops' sole red eye would gleam a dull red as it fixated itself upon a certain tombstone. It was a sign as good as any that something or someone hid behind it, a living soul for certain. Adrien's eye narrowed as fingers withdrew a revolver from his overcoat and held it by his side, soft footsteps now making their way towards the tombstone. His weapon was raised to his shoulder level., the loaded gun readied to fire. He was close and as quiet as a mouse, that is, until... Creak! A loose board creaked under his foot, Adrien wincing momentarily as he braced himself for movement behind the slab. He didn't utter a word, he kept his calm although he couldn't help that his heart rate increased significantly. If Liam was indeed behind the tombstone, then well, blood would be spilled.
he laughs at the memory. sorry for naming you food. he doesn't even remember the thought process behind it, but the alakazam didn't seem to mind. he pushes himself further back into the tombstone, feels the granite scraping against his skin. i miss her so much. he buries his face into his hands, fingers rubbing away at tired eyes. he sighs and retreats a hand into a pocket to pull out a phone, the same one he's always had. it's not turned on. he doesn't even know if it works anymore but he wraps his fingers around it, balling it into his palms.
'missed you a little bit.'
he's about to attempt to turn the phone on when he hears a creak behind him. his ears perk, he immediately tenses as he snaps out of his trance. it would be perfectly fine if he hears footsteps after the creak, but everything suddenly stops. it's as if time suddenly came to a halt. they're not moving. he pockets the phone and pulls out a pokeball, making sure that he stays protected and hidden behind the tombstone. his heart's racing, fingers grasping tightly at the red capsule as he waits. he doesn't know who it is but he's certain they're there for him.
he swiftly pushes the front of the capsule against the ground and pushes himself off the tombstone. a flash of white appears that illuminates the dull room momentarily and soon a lucario materializes. uca is quick to form a PROTECT, the barrier covering them from any danger. liam shifts himself so that he's behind the lucario and more importantly safe behind the protect. he's still low on the ground in a stance that makes it easy for him to jump to the side, should he need to. it doesn't take long for him to see a familiar face.
"stop." his voice is weak and tired. he knows a fight is inevitable but he doesn't want one, not right now, not in this building. "just fucking stop. not here." a hand reaches up to place on uca's back. two pats, two second intervals. he places another hand on the ground to help steady himself. he knows he can't stay in this squatted stance for long, he already feels his leg starting to hurt. uca channels a PSYCHIC that surrounds the gun, stopping the hammer from moving should adrien decide to fire.
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 18, 2016 16:13:37 GMT
Time seemed to slow down. Voices were filtered out. His heart pounding against his chest would be the only sound that reached his ears. Those seconds that it took for his adversary to react felt like minutes. Alas the seconds it took Adrien to extend his arm and fire seemed all too slow. The sound of a gun shot resonated throughout the floor, only for the bullet to ricochet off the protect sphere. "Tch," He'd click his tongue when the hammer jammed courtesy of the lucario's psychic, the revolver utterly useless now. His sole eye would lock with the blond's, anger taking the place of uncertainty.
Stop? Not here? Despite being at a disadvantage and despite having the gun seized Adrien would scoff mockingly. The audacity of the imbecile that stood before him. "When did a murderer begin respecting the sentiments of the dead?" He'd growl. Teeth gritted together as he grasped onto the gun, unable to shift as psychic binded it. But that didn't mean Dusknoir couldn't. "Hades!" A sole exclamation, the behemoth flickering away and emerging right before the Lucario. Fist coiled and raised, dark energy engulfed it as it'd come slamming down and towards the Lucario's muzzle.
Whether or not it hit, all Adrien could do was tug his hand against the psychic, hoping to free the gun and his hand. However that didn't stop him from taunting the enemy. "I'm not leaving until you're part of this cemetery," How could the fucker just tell him to leave? Liam was the reason his life fell apart. But now that he had reason to live, to protect Adrien couldn't let this menace conitnue. He'd have his justice if it was the last thing he did.
he flinches at the sound of the gunshot, heat tilts away and eyes close for a brief moment. he raises a hand to rub against the small scar on the side of his neck, courtesy of the admin standing in front of him. his eyes open again when he hears the bullet clashing against the wooden floorboards. he's grateful for the lucario but he knows protect can only do so much before the barrier breaks. it was what happened to the alakazam. three shots, if he remembers correctly. uca's already on one.
the man's words does little to aggravate him, instead it's the scoff. it's the same one from before, he recognizes it instantly. he shakes his head. this isn't about respecting the sentiments of the dead, this is about preserving the past. he wants to hold on to memories; of pumpkin, of food, of her. he can't let him destroy this place. but it doesn't look like he's been given an option.
hades.
he tenses. eyes shoot down to the floor as he takes multiple steps back. uca watches the dusknoir flicker away and reappear in front of him. he's not quick enough to dodge the punch. it connects, and he's forced to release his psychic hold of the gun. liam immediately ducks onto the floor and crawls along and takes refuge behind a tombstone.
"no, no, no... not here..." he whispers to himself. he's suddenly angry when he realizes that this place might fall and in turn, memories will fade. he looks to uca who is busy handling the ghost. he sends out a SHADOW BALL to create distance between them. another PSYCHIC engulfs the gun however this time with intentions of sending it flying across the room rather than rendering it useless.
liam takes the opportunity and swiftly moves along the ground, going from tombstone to tombstone as he closes the distance between him and adrien. "your girl isn't here to save you." he speaks up. his breathing is sporadic as he struggles to catch his breath. he places a hand over his chest and feels the pounding of his heart. "adrian, was it?" his face remains stoic. he lays his hand flat against the granite.
"you have to make sure i don't leave this place." he realizes that he doesn't have to chase, to be the aggressor. "because if i do... well, you might end up abandoning her like you did jason." he coughs, reaches into his pocket to grasp a pokeball just in case. his finger anxiously taps against the granite.
Post by adrien arkwright on Oct 25, 2016 13:36:02 GMT
Dusknoir would barely manage to evade the shadow ball that successfully (and unfortunately) created the distance Liam desired. 'Tch,' The azure-haired male clicked his tongue when the revolver was ripped from his grasps and tossed across the room. His eye would trail it until a familiar voice would speak from nearby. 'My girl?' Adrien would quizzically question to himself as his focus would attentively trail towards the graves, spying blond threads shifting from one tombstone towards another. Brows furrowed at the utterance of the name. 'How?' With the cyclops by his side, Adrien would utterly disregard the Lucario's presence as tense footsteps followed the voice.
Every word spoken by the ex-Galactic pricked him -- it stung -- all because he couldn't deny it. 'I left Jason because of you...' Lips grimaced as the recollection. Flashes of the past would haunt him; the condition he had witnessed Jason in back at the hospital, the terrifying video he was sent and then of course, the heartbreaking end to their relationship. To repeat this ordeal and 'end up abandoning her' was one which frightened Adrien immediately. Because they were true...If things got too severe, he had half the mind to desert her for her sake. But that was the last resort -- for until he was still breathing -- he'd refuse to let that happen. Even if it meant turning into a murder, he'd do it. "Not yet. You won't get to her," The one-eyed admin would speak to himself as he'd close in, Liam's presence affirmed behind the next tombstone. Over my dead body. "All you can do is instigate and hide..." The man would mutter under his breath, audible enough for the other male to catch wind off. "Fucking Coward!" As his raised voice, and as if on command, the the cyclops reappeared right behind the offender. The pokemon wouldn't attack without given an order to, however, and only kept it's fist raised. All it needed to do was distract him momentarily. Swiftly turning around the next tombstone, his amber iris fell upon a face he knew well. "Brick break," With his gazed fixed on his prey, the cyclops from behind would open its fist and send down a brick break attack meant for the man's legs.
hide. that's all he's done. hide. he can't even deny the accusations being flung at him. he's peering around the edges of the tombstone at the man and suddenly his heart jumps. he hears it; he turns back around to see his the very thing that haunts his dreams, that fulfills his nightmares. the one-eyed ghost. he can't do anything at that point except close his eyes and accept it, accept that he might never be able to walk again.
crack.
he's shocked when he opens his eyes and sees his legs intact. he struggles to breathe, to even move but luckily a SHADOW BALL emerges from uca aimed straight at the ghost. a moment after that he sees a psychic barrier in front of him break, shards of it crumbling onto the ground. a PROTECT from uca saved him. he feels an immense amount of gratitude and luck.
he looks around the corner and sees adrien right in front of him. instincts take over as he pushes himself off the ground, primal instincts taking over as he attempts a tackle to the man's mid-region. he can feel his heart pumping, adrenaline flowing through his body. everything feels numb, like it's moving in an instant. it doesn't even click in his head that he's tackling the man. no words needed to be said at that point.
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