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.
just because the tremeries owned a lot in jubilife, that didn't exactly mean they own everything. in fact the haunted house event was something that milo had hardly heard of, although things like this was what kept his love for the city alive and kicking despite whatever issues he often went through. jubilife was home. the group he had dragged along pretty much ended up getting separated (on purpose) by their guide, who seemed to be less of a guide and more of pupeteer for all the bad things that this house held inside.
but that was alright. milo wasn't really afraid, just a little on edge. yeah, that was it. after all, he had gone through so many of these crazy halloween parties in his life before. like the time they'd decided to camp the whole day at the lost tower, or marathoned all those terrible, terrible horror stories. or the time they they spent at costume balls. he's used to this.
not that it makes it any more unnerving to be out here, mostly on his own, with no real clue of where he's supposed to be going.
milo wasn't, however, going to admit he was lost to a stranger. not that he thought he'd run into anyone at this point, since most were in small groups, travelling with nice guides. unike his who had pretty much dump him, separated his friends and forced him out there on his own with the terrible flashlight he'd been given. he hear a soft rumble of ghost-like noises, and wondered briefly what to do, backing up slowly...
right into something---
"oi!" he shouted, spinning around and little the light from his flashlight catch on...
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 was the big city that Amelia had always fantasized about--crowded, crazy, and exciting. It's better at night, where people flood the streets in costumes, heading to parties at every block. She had walked with the crowd despite not dressing up.
No; she wanted to go the haunted house. Rumoured to be filled with ghosts and the screams of those who have disappeared. Well, she didn't really want to go, but she wants to try something new. Being a trainer meant facing your fears, and Amelia is keen on becoming the best --or at least, very good.
She waits in line, following the group when they enter. The tour guide is sketchy at best, and she quickly finds herself alone and very scared. She turns the flashlight off to conserve her battery, and backs up slowly down the hall until...something bumps into her side.
She jumps and screams. There's a bright flash of light, and her hands hastily come up to cover her eyes. And she stays screaming for a while, more than necessary, and waits for death inside a haunted house.
milo wasn't scared. or maybe he was. but whatever fear he had inside him evaporated into the air as soon as the thing he buped into started screaming in horror, and by the time his light spun to reveal a blonde young woman, he was already enjoying himself. "boo!" he shouted, but then immediately regretted it because that probably wasn't the best thing to say. milo had always regarded himself as being pretty good at gauging emotions, and from what he gauged, this woman was on the brink of insanity. so he laughed instead. "lady, calm down! you're in a haunted house, for crying out loud-- ahahaha-- you're not in any real danger." he then realized the flashlight was probably making things hard on her so he spun the light around and onto himself instead to hopefully show how innocent he looked. milo was dressed in a business casual suit with his blue hair a bit of a mess as usual, and with the spotlight on her gave her his biggest disarming smile and shrugged boldly.
there. if reassurance could get better, he didn't know how. "your guide ditched on you, too?" he asked, raising the flashlight high in one hand so the light reflected off the ceiling and made it so that they could make out the vaguest hints of eachother beneath the darkness. "the management of this whole place is pretty sketch." he looked around to emphasize his point, before turning back to the stranger. "but hey, adds to the effect, right? i'm milo."
he attempted to give the girl a hand to shake, hoping his words were enough to calm the girl down. behind him, only a few meters off and just outside the meager vision granted by his flashlight wee a pair of two dark, red eyes. or at least, they seemed to be red. they belong to aries the sneasel of course, but no one had to know that.
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.
Amelia turns away, shielding herself from whatever had tried to kill her. She hears someone laugh at her, and her face grows hot in embarrassment. Her screams have stopped but she still remains frozen in place, hands covering her warm face.
"Stupid!"
She yells, anger adding to the mix of her emotions. She peeks through the cracks in her fingers, and notices that the light's been moved to himself. A suit, blue hair, and a smile greets her, although she resists to fall to his charm so quickly.
He raises the flashlights, and they're enveloped in darkness. Amelia slowly lowers her hands, but that doesn't prevent her from pursing her lips, crossing her arms and looking at him with wary eyes.
"I shouldn't have come in the first place." She sighs. Amelia rubs at her temples, feeling the oncoming headache. She's lost and stuck with someone who took delight in her fear. Great While she tries to stay optimistic, it's hard when she's in the middle of a haunted house. She reluctantly takes his hand, her grip weak with distrust.
BABY I KNOW YOU WERE WAITING ON A HERO SO I'M HERE TO SAVE YAH
YOU GON' THINK I'M AQUAMAN
"what?" milo asks, half in dismay and half because the girl is being so cute. "you're looking at me like it's my fault. why were you wandering around without a flashlight?" he looks at her confusedly, mirroring her stare evenly before ebbing away and settling into a happy-neutral expression. her handshake is weak at best, showing her lack of trust, again something which milo can't wrap his head around. it wasn't his fault they had bumped into eachother.
he shrugs. "it is pretty weird for a girl to be wandering around alone. did you get separated?" he asked, barely resisting the urge to ask if she had gotten ditched. somehow he felt like this girl wouldn't take kindly to another shot, so he'd refrain. for now. but the two were stuck together in a haunted house, and that left a lot of time.
"it's nice to meet you," he says, sincerity painful in his voice. "so where to you want to go? i think i caught sight of a coffin that way--" the flashlight flicks towards the corridor milo came from, and just as it does something small and definitely alive scampers out of the light--- "but i have no idea what's back there"--- the flashlight swings around towards amelia again and points its beam of light at the place where she came from, revealing hanging cobwebs and fake floating ghosts.
behind milo, a little to his side now and infinitely closer, the sneasel draws nearer. it doesn't like the light.
[attr="class","aquaooc"]amelia reed haunted houses r not good for the heart
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.
She reluctantly pulls out her own flashlight, giving it a couple clicks before she decides to turn it off. "I didn't want it to run out of batteries..." She admits. She was in a haunted house by herself; if she ran out of light when she needed it the most, then she would be dead. Amelia's seen her fair share of horror movies and games.
"Y-yeah, the tour guide left me and I couldn't find them." She murmurs, playing with the edge of her shirt. Amelia wouldn't normally be this on fidgety, but she can't help it. It's too creepy here, and this guy isn't making it any better.
She freezes as he moves the beam to and fro, watching as something scampers away. She definitely does not like mouse or spiders, and in this house, it's filled with them. Amelia covers her face again as the beam of light is pointed at her.
She mumbles through her hands, "Not towards the coffin." She says, turning away and lowering her hands so that she could see. Her eyes land on the corridor that'd she'd come from, because there's not much to be found other than a dilapidated room. She reluctantly turns to him, although making sure to keep her distance.
BABY I KNOW YOU WERE WAITING ON A HERO SO I'M HERE TO SAVE YAH
YOU GON' THINK I'M AQUAMAN
milo watches the look of indecision flash across her face, and wonders if the girl won't be able to pick between the rock and the hard place. but then she decides to continue forward, and milo nods, smirking dangerously. "creepy coffin it is," he assures, and the flashlight moves steadily towards the other room. milo is left the defacto lead of their two man party, but considering that he's not scared and the flashlight is quite stable in his hands, he supposes it's a good idea. he wouldn't have wanted their only light source to be dropped on account a crazed screaming, after all.
the next room...looks, feels, and even smells different from the last. it's like there's someone watching them. like there's hundreds of people watching them, but at the same time the room is tiny and empty except for a little coffin at the side. but there's nothing here. maybe they've reached a dead end?
and then it almost feels like there's a mist, because milo starts to feel his knees weaken a little bit. for the first time since entering the haunted house, he can feel his heart beat fast. "oo-kay. they've succeeded in creeping me out, that's for sure," he tries to joke, but then finds himself too tired to really continue with it. "ahh, i'm exhausted..." sitting down, he attempts to catch his breath, but sleeps comes quickly and with it, so do the dreams.....
.....
.....
the light that pierces through the window isn't a product of harsh summer heat, but rather the result of a shying sun attempting to shine on a mild and wintry morning. milo's in bed, the covers are as tangled as they usually are by the time he wakes up. he's not awake, but as the sun lifts higher above the horizon he begins to stir awake, flickers of emotion and uncertainly plain on his features before they even out and he takes a breath...and he wakes up.
or does he?
the scent of gingerbread pulls him out of his slumber. he gets up, and he's not in his highrise apartment in veilstone or the office that he's recently taking to napping in, but rather home in jubilife. his parents' home. it's strange, but milo doesn't question it. instead, the first thing he does is look back, excited to see the windows that had once always greeted his mornings as a child. the curtains are both swung open but the windows are closed shut.
and the exact moment he turns around, the first sprinkle of snow starts like fairy dust from the skies-- white and silver and sparkling. his orange irises widen and for a single moment his mind goes blank, and there's nothing but the brilliant city in a frozen moment: unknowing of the snow that will soon befall it. it's perfect.
and then a smile creeps up on his face, as he remembers that it's christmas morning. milo kicks off his blanket and walks to the door, dressed in nothing but a sweatshirt and a pair of trousers. he doesn't even notice the girl behind him that had been transported to his dreamscape in the same fashion that he had, too excited to move on to the corridor and then towards the living room--
[attr="class","aquaooc"]amelia reed she can have been asleep on a couch or the bed or anything.
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.
When he sees that she's reluctantly agreed to his idea, he grins. Amelia scrunches up her nose at such an action, dislike written clearly written on her face at being wrong. She follows him quietly and lets him take the lead. If something were to happen, he's her first line of defense.
But then in horror movies, it's always the last person who dies first.
She cranes her head behind her, eyes scanning for anything. Nothing so far, but Amelia can't help but shiver from the feeling of being watched. The room is tiny when they walk in, empty except for the coffin. She immediately feels weak seconds later, and her heart is racing with a mixture of fear and panic.
"W-what's happening...?" She stutters, her voice slowed by a sudden bout of exhaustion. She kneels, her head light and room spinning until her consciousness eventually fades.
....
....
She awakes on the couch, not confused but sure of where she is --Milo's bed. The sun's soft morning rays shine on her face, gently waking her from her sleep. She opens them only to be met with Milo's face. He's still asleep, but within minutes he's up too.
It smells sweet, like freshly baked cookies out of the oven. Amelia watches as he sits up and watches the sky, and reluctantly, quietly, follows him. She's in a pair of leggings and a large t-shirt, something she'd wear when she would go to sleep. Amelia glances around, eyes catching on the string of lights and the first snowflake that'd fallen. She edges closer, whispering and wondering if he'd hear her.
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