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.
They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell them that's why I got feet. Left right left right, moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
Jubilife, with it's sprawling urban center, the towering buildings that draw giant shades across the city, was daunting for someone like Amelia. While she's been to cities, she's never realize how big they were until now --alone and lost. She had tried to blend in, to not glance up in the wonder, but she finds it difficult to dodge many strangers, earning a couple swears in the process. Her apologies are thrown in the air, and she's inside. She's glad to get away from the chaotic streets of Jubilife.
She's tempted to turn back --Johnny Hawthorne couldn't be that important to her. But she can't. Once she caught rumour of him; with his hero-for-hire services, she couldn't help but wonder what happened. She looked, and people answered. Amelia holds the scribbled out address, checks to make sure that it aligns correctly with the apartment in front of her, and holds up a loose fist. It's surprisingly quiet here; so muted that she can hear her racing heartbeat.
“Cozy” is a descriptor he’s worked hard to earn for his home. Poke earned from battling other trainers, or doing the occasional odd job as a “hero-for-hire” was invested in peace of mind via furniture, kitchenware, and frames for pictures of friends, and the one family member he knew. Breaches into this cozy space of his wasn’t uncommon. In fact, they were invited. The meeting place on his business card was represented by his personal address. His office was his living room. So when he hears the ring of his doorbell, his natural assumption (or, hope, even) is that someone’s come looking to employ him.
Checking the peep-hole is always an awkward exercise in scrutiny, but until he looks through to the other side, he has no idea just how awkward things can feel.
”No way…” He utters. ”Amelia...” He whispers her name, stunned, almost as if he’s scared to conjure her. But she’s already there, very much real and in the flesh.
He realizes he’s spent perhaps half a second too long taking in the sight of his old friend, and finally opens the door.
”Amelia.” This time he says her name wistfully, as if remembering old times. A grin tugs at his lips, his expression powered eqaully by excitement, nostalgia, guilt and pain.
They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell them that's why I got feet. Left right left right, moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
The seconds following Amelia's ring was met with silence, anticipation and anxiety. She rubs the tips of her fingertips together. Unwelcome thoughts swirled in her mind. What if he hated her? She had never thought that she'd done anything wrong --he'd left without a trace. Most friends speculated that he'd died, or had been kidnapped.
But lo and behold, when the door swung open, she was met with Johnny Hawthorne, a dumb grin on his face, his red hair pulled back by a white band. He's remained the same after all these years, and when Johnny greets her, it almost feels like he'd never left.
Almost.
Amelia's eyebrows furrow at such a comment. One of her arms fiddles with edge of her shirt, and she takes a long pause to simply register that he's there. All those imaginary scenarios had never prepared her for the real moment.
"Don't call me that." She says, her soft voice tinged with anger. Amelia suddenly attempts to step forward, arms moving to wrap around his neck. Because she may be angry and sad and confused over why he'd left, but it doesn't compare to the sheer feelings of relief to know that he's simply alive. She'll make him explain later, but right now she's just glad to see him.
He tries to put up a facade. To stay in his usual disposition. To grin, and charm, and make things fun. But he struggles. And he bites his lip when she finally speaks. She steps forward, and he knows the motion all too well, but in the moment, he’s stunned at a sudden realization: he can’t remember the last time he’s genuinely embraced a friend like this. Casual hugs hello and goodbye with the friends he’s made in Jubilife, sure, but nothing this affecting.
Nothing that brings him to tears.
Hers arms reach his neck, and his reach her back. His face is in her shoulder, and his eyes are shut tight as to not leave any more tears on her shirt. He’ll apologize for that, but hopes she understands. He was always a sensitive kid.
When she calls him stupid, he laughs, for real this time. He’s always been “stupid” too, he thinks. ”Yeah, sorry about that.”
Sorry for leaving, he means. He had always imagined himself apologizing for that very thing one day, except not quite so casually; Amelia had caught him off guard. No amount of fantasizing could have prepared him for this reunion.
Finally, he releases her, and quickly wipes away at his eyes. He opens his door as wide as possible, an invite to come inside. As they do, Johnny leads Amelia to the couch, plopped in front of a silent, but activated television. Some news segment about an artifact uncovered by Oreburgh researchers is on the screen, but Johnny’s focus is centered on his old friend. He doesn’t know what to say--not an entirely uncommon situation--so he does what he always does, and simply admits as much. To put a lampshade over things.
”Honestly, I don’t even know where to start… I always meant to get back in touch with you some day. Somehow...”
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