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 NIKO KARVONEN on Oct 21, 2016 13:20:27 GMT
he stands on a pier, arms resting against the wooden railings as eyes watch the distance. he's been there for a while, just watching the boats come and go. he relishes every inhale he takes. he loves the scent of the ocean that reminds him so much of home, of his childhood that he just can't seem to relive. the sounds of waves crashing, seagulls chirping, ships departing, all of it making him feel at home.
but it's not all good. his heart jumps every time he hears a ship honk, every honk makes him relive certain unpleasant memories. it usually only takes him a few seconds to regain his composure, to snap out of whatever memory he's reliving. but it's undeniable how affected he is by the past. it shows with the sudden tension, the blanking of expression, the clenching of fists. he misses the ocean but there are some aspects of it he certainly wishes not to ever experience again.
sinnoh is new, and he's still exploring the region and learning the culture but it's proving to be a good distraction from the past. the lunar ball was a spectacle, and he would have enjoyed it more if it wasn't for the incident. it was a good event to attend, it allowed him to understand the culture a bit more and at the same time mingle and socialize. not much came out of it however.
he's off duty today, dressed in a simple white shirt and jacket that he always wears when he's off duty. his pokeballs are aligned inside his pocket. no badge nor stylus would accompany him. he's been standing there for long enough, so he decides to leave. he pushes himself off the railing and slides his hands into the pockets of his jacket before walking back towards shore.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 21, 2016 18:45:36 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
The ocean was a cruel and fickle mistress. Some days they would take on a serene ebb, nudging itself along a tranquil breeze as if it was some delicate flower awaiting a lover. On other days however its true nature would unveil itself to ravage those who angered her. The thought of those turbulent waves that threatened to consume the inexperienced and the roars of the current as they crashed violently against all who opposed her. Those were the memories that a woman like Victoria had appreciated as she cast her gaze into the open waters of the local pier.
Victoria envied it. Perhaps that was why she had found herself so attracted to it ever since she was but a naive child seeking to be drawn closer to those changing tides. Yet no matter how many places she went, how many regions she had visited, the ocean was always present. A constant reminder of what she was and what she willed into being. The thought was amusing at the least, earning a chortling scoff from the celeste haired woman as she stroked her fingers through her cascading locks to toss to the winds.
The blaring of a horn would conversely remind the woman of a not so savory past. Not one she wished to forget, she was not so weak as to deny herself the pain an unpleasant experience, but one that caused her to peel her gaze away from the expanse of the ocean and towards more synthetic creations of man. Trailing her eyes from the horizon line towards the pier from her place on the shoreline, it was then that she'd take notice of the appearance of what appeared to be a familiar face.
"Oho?" she cooed in a vague sense of hilarity of what had befallen her eyes. It had been some time since a relic of her past had come to haunt her. The last time one had come to do so they were quick to disappear from her and the woman had lost interest. This time, however, had produced a smirk to creep onto her lips. She was eager to... greet what she remembered as that traitorous liberator of nemeses. It wouldn't take long for Victoria to make her way to the pier, brisk steps and a contemptuous gaze delivering her to cross paths with the ghost of her coast guard days with a smile he was sure to remember from so long ago.
"If it isn't little Niko," she announced herself confidently in a way as if the woman was planning on coddling the younger man as her icy stare attempted to connect to his eyes. Without batting an eye, Victoria wouldn't wait to be acknowledged, striding forward with her heels rapping against the wooden planks of the pier with an extended hand that reached to hold the man's chin in the palm of her hand. A sort of taunting caress of sorts. Her own personalized greeting for someone that she had once considered an ally. "What are you doing so far from home? Did you get lost?"
Post by NIKO KARVONEN on Oct 29, 2016 19:44:43 GMT
one of the multitude of things he learned from the coast guard was to always be alert. it's something that's stuck with him. he always has to be aware of his surroundings, of the environment, of people. so it doesn't take him long to fixate on this one figure that's slowly approaching him. he grits his teeth harder and harder with every passing second because he realizes who it is, and it isn't someone he would like to see.
blue eyes find hers as distance closes. he meets her icy stare with one of his own. he has no intentions of breaking, not then, not ever. "victoria." he matches her level of confidence. he doesn't flinch at the hold of his chin, recogizing the true intentions behind it. instead he lets the corner of his lip raise slightly as he stares at her. "i could ask you the same thing." his reply is short and cold.
he leans slightly backwards to free himself from her hold. hands still remain in his pockets. "just sightseeing." he doesn't know what she's been up to, who she's been affiliating with but he takes no chances. given her past and her reason for being dismissed from the coast guard there's no telling what she might have done since. and that frightens him a bit.
"you've changed." vague comments but he assumes she can work out what they mean. despite this cold, cool persona he's giving off, inside he feels conflicted. the guilt that still lingers on from all those years ago. he betrayed family. "how's life treating you?" all small talk to avoid the obvious tension in the air. he's going to play it out for as long as possible.
Post by Victoria Trescott on Oct 30, 2016 16:48:55 GMT
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[attr="class","zv4"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
He didn't much flinch upon her touch, nor does he back away like a frightened dog he should have been. Perhaps that should have served to annoy the heartless vixen as she stared deeply into those darker hues of blues. Instead, she'd allow a smirk to creep upon her features with an amused hum at the reflection of her name. Even with whatever guise the man attempted to uphold, that chilled response to her warm greeting as he stood against her, it would not hide the tension flowing through his form as he'd bring himself away from her grasp. "The little puppy has grown a few teeth has he?" she'd remark casually, unfazed by the younger man's demeanor.
Victoria allows the slender hand that had previously held her darling ex-associate's head to fall placidly to her side, watching his reactions as he gave her a rather plain response. A response nonetheless however, rather than the complete refusal to do a such. Sightseeing so far from home. Whether it was a lie or not mattered little to the woman. She couldn't give a damn whether or not he had given up the seafaring life of the coast guards or whether that branch had rotted in the dead of the bottomless sea. He did try to retort her initially amicable statement about their old home and if he wanted to play with the big dogs, then so be it.
There was a chuckle upon his next few statements, the comment that claimed that she had changed. That was undeniable, of course. That said, she'd graciously convey her voice in a manner that gave a false sentiment of her weaker past self. "I don’t think you have the right to be questioning my presence anymore." Everyone changed, even little Niko right before her very eyes had changed. Before he was but a placid, obedient soldier of a boy that she had some misconstrued care for. Now the woman couldn't help but reciprocate his goading with the dramatic shift to her gaze, a venomous glint sparking from her eyes as she spoke. "I haven’t forgotten, Niko. Have you?"
Her eyes narrowed to cast a glare empty enough to be considered a blizzard in the dead of winter. Once upon the time, Victoria Trescott was a loyal dog of the marines. Doing whatever it took to get information and punish those that opposed the coast guard and teach them better ways. Niko was a reminder of that past, a reminder of her weaker self that allowed herself to care about those around her. But the fact as it stands now was that because of that weakness, "That place isn’t my home anymore thanks to you." Her voice was cast in a less than friendly manner but honestly she should have probably been thankful for the boy's interference. Had it not been for him, perhaps she would have been stuck in her old ways.
Another chuckle sounded from her throat. "So tell me, do you have a right to be asking how life has been treating me?"
Post by NIKO KARVONEN on Oct 30, 2016 20:29:50 GMT
'i haven't forgotten.'
as much as he would like to deny it, to bury it at the back of his mind he simply can't, not when the cause of his guilt, of his betrayal was standing right there in front of him. but if he's known for anything it's his ability to keep a straight face, to keep this strong, stoic facade up. never falter, never break. he recognizes her glare but stands his ground, meets her eyes and even challenges her as he shakes his head.
"i haven't. but i doubt your victims have either." victims, prisoners, it doesn't matter. what matters is that he did the right thing, and he tells himself that daily as a reminder. "it isn't your home because you betrayed us." he starts. he keeps his tone as passive as possible despite being met with coldness in hers. he doesn't even realize how he still refers to them as family, or how he still thinks of himself as one.
"you took things too far, broke rules to get what you wanted." to get information for all of them. brutality might have been needed but there was always a line, and victoria crossed it on multiple occasions. "what was i supposed to do?" he asks a question he would actually like the answer to. he couldn't just turn a blind eye and let her continue her ways. they were prisoners but they were still people, and the things she was doing was inhumane, to say the least.
"i assume life's been treating you better than it would be if you were locked up behind bars. so you're welcome." another passive comment followed by a small smile. he knows he's pushing her but that's all he can do.
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