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 LUCAS BLACKBURN on Nov 1, 2016 18:13:50 GMT
'it's over.'
he remembers hearing those words echo through his head; it haunts him, reminds him of the mission that was doomed to fail right from the very start. he can handle the consequences, in fact he has been for the past week or so, but it's his actions and decisions that eat away at him. he shouldn't have left her, should have accompanied her to safety but instead he got greedy and chose to serve rather than to protect.
should have, would have, it doesn't change a thing. what's done is done, and he's paid the price for it. rocket expected more of him from that mission; it was his chance to finally prove his worth, his allegiance but yet he failed. father didn't take kindly to that and it shows with the bruises around his jaw and eye. he supposes he's lucky that they didn't do worse, because he knows he deserves worse.
the worst part was the cut of communication, the isolation for a few days as they interrogated him, asked him details about the mission that he just 'can't seem to remember'. despite his allegiance there was no way he was going to tell them anything about her. he can't lose her, not again. and so he lied, made up, altered stories and events to make sure her identity was safe. he knows the rangers would be much kinder about her failure.
but they've let him go now. interrogation over, as they called it. he immediately tries to contact her only to see a message from her. veilstone. he can tell she's upset and she has every right to be. and so he flies there atop the talonflame preparing himself for a fight, an argument that's inevitable. it doesn't take them long to arrive at the meeting spot.
he recalls koma and pockets the pokeball. it's isolated as he glances around. he takes a moment to compose himself; takes in a deep breath and turns, hands going up to pull the hood over his head as he approaches her. he scratches away at the cut on his lip, mostly in an attempt to hide it from her. it takes him a moment to speak.
the commissioner's rejection of willow's proposal hasn't stopped the gears from turning in the ranger's head. she's dead-set on her mission, knows deep down that this is what needs to happen. and it's been easier this past week, to let her anger burn. she stokes the coals at night, relives what it was like to watch lucas turn his back to her, whisk her off on his talonflame while knowing that could be the last time they ever saw each other. all for what? the sympathy she'd had for him, that he was stuck there with those monsters, had gone up in a flume of smoke, but she's quelled the flames for now, covered them with an icy shell that keeps her numb.
because she needs a clear head if she's going to get inside of his.
she's not proud of this, not proud of thinking like them, acting like them. underhanded tactics, the commissioner had called them. and they were. but doesn't the saying go, in order to defeat the monster, one must become the monster himself? her redemption comes with the crumbling of rocket and as long as she clings steadfastly to certain morals, she doesn't give a damn how she makes this happen.
so she'd made her way this way by hitchhiking, walking, taking on trainers through the densely wooded forests between veilstone and sunyshore. her team grows stronger with each passing day and while the pang of heartache that comes along with watching echo grow, aeris, alpha, even her newest partner, menae, it's overshadowed by the swell of pride, the rush of accomplishment.
she's on top of one of the tallest spires in veilstone, alpha sitting at her side with his elbows propped loosely against his knees. the slow crackling burn of his tail is the only sound, save for the low whistle of the breeze moving through the nooks and crannies of the concrete and metal of the roof.
she can make out koma long before she can see lucas, and she lingers there by the edge of the building, looking down at the night life seething below her. they feel so far away up here. but she's crushed any childish dreams she'd had when she'd first reunited with lucas. cold gray eyes follow him when he dismounts from the talonflame. but the few steps she takes towards him splinter the shell of ice and it shatters once he says her name.
her palm makes a cracking sound when it meets his face. "you son of a bitch," she snarls and yanks her hand back, fingers curling against the stinging pain on her palm. she inhales sharply, wants to say more, but she reins them in, stares with narrowed eyes while she waits. while she waits for something.
Post by LUCAS BLACKBURN on Nov 2, 2016 5:31:31 GMT
crack. he stops himself from stumbling backwards, stands his ground as eyes leave her and find refuge with the ground instead. he raises a hand to rub at the spot, it hurt more than it needed to; the guilt that's been festering coupled with the still sore bruises on his face are enough to disorient him. he chokes on his words unable to come up with what to say, the right thing to say. the slap reopens a cut but is quickly quelled by a quick swipe, wiping red off.
he can feel her stare; cold, unforgiving, but he can't bear to meet it just yet. it's clear now that she's more than just upset, and he can't fault her. "okay." he speaks. his voice is tired, rasped. he tries to meet her gaze but instead stops at alpha. his focus is immediately drawn to the fire on his tail that makes him uneasy. it shows when he rubs away at his knuckles, still unable to find the right words to say.
"you're upset." he states more to himself, also to reaffirm the tension that hangs in the air. he takes in a deep breath and forces, wills himself to meet her gaze. so he does, eyes would meet hers even if only for a brief moment. "you're upset i left you." the part that worries him the most is that even if he had the option to go back and fix things, to change his actions he doubts that he would have done anything different. he did what he thought was best for her, for her safety.
or so he tells himself. but deep down he knows the true reasons he chose to do what he did, that despite all those years with her he still sides with rocket more than her. and that worries him, frightens him as it's a part of him he's not in touch with, a part he can't control.
"i did it for your safety." a lie, even he knows it, but it's something. he rubs at the recenttly opened cut again and tenses under the touch. it stings. "you were frozen and i... i got scared." he can't remember when his gaze breaks but he finds himself staring at the ground behind her.
there's little moonlight tonight. she can barely make out his face without standing too close. tension rolls through her, between them, while she waits for him to say something, but crashing waves turn placid when he speaks. her anger dulls to a low grumble. she shouldn't soften this quickly. indignation flashes across her face and her brows dip lower when he bumbles out some halfhearted apology, all dolled up with lies. she knows why she's angry, but she doesn't know why it matters, why it matters anymore. there's nothing that's going to become of this.
"don't you dare lie to me, lucas. no one made you stay on that island. no one made you walk into that cave." no one made you turn your back on me. she grits her teeth, jerks her hand forward so she can grab his chin because she just wants him to look at her, damn it. but the creases of anger on her face settle, lips parting in surprise when for the first time, she notices the bruises that dimple his face. she turns his jaw to the side and then pulls a handkerchief out from within one of the pockets inside her coat, presses it gingerly to his face.
"i didn't want to believe that you would do that, that you had done that." she hadn't known, really, if he'd walked away with whatever had been in that cave. she'd taken a chance and told the rangers that it had been fine, that nothing had happened, and only now is she reaffirmed, made clear solely by the marks on his face. no doubt there's more, but she doesn't ask. she doesn't say a thing. but there's understanding in her eyes. no, no, not sympathy, just cold understanding. because she's tired of beating a dead horse. he won't leave, even if they treat him like this. so she's not going to try.
she can see that he's uneasy, that once or twice his gaze had gotten caught on alpha's tail. but she doesn't recall the charmeleon either. "i need to tell you something," she says, takes his hand and presses it against the handkerchief so she can let go. she brushes past him then, folds her arms as she looks out over the expanse of veilstone beneath her. gods, she remembers what it had been like to fly. soon. she takes a seat after a few moments and leans back on her elbows, looks back over her shoulder and asks with her eyes for lucas to join her by the edge. "i need to tell you something, but i can't just yet," she says, half closes her eyes. tonight isn't the night. she's not ready. and she needs to play her cards right, or everything will crumble down before they can even begin the game.
Post by LUCAS BLACKBURN on Nov 3, 2016 16:43:47 GMT
but it wasn't me. he might have made a decision to abandon her, to take her away and take the spoils all for himself, but that isn't him; it's rocket, it always has been, always will be. "i'm fine," he says when she grabs his chin, her expression morphing from anger to surprise. but he doesn't stop her from pressing her handkerchief to his face, even sliightly leaning into it when contact is made. the pressure causes mild pain to course through sensitive skin but he forces himself not to flinch, forces himself to look her in her eyes.
it pains him. she trusted him, and he left her. there's a hint of sorrow and guilt in his eyes. "i'm sorry." is all he has to say. he finds it difficult to maintain eye contact but luckily it breaks when she brushes past him. his gaze follows her and lands on her back, watching her walk towards the edge. it only takes him a moment before he joins her, sits with bent legs that are up to his chest, arms wrap around them as he releases a heavy sigh.
'i need to tell you something.'
his head is circling with concern, at the endless possibilities of what she has to say. he's momentarily distracted by her request, to which he gives a momen to think over before speaking. "anu's quite fond of you. she likes listening to stories about us when we were younger. i tell them to her sometimes." they're good memories of a much simpler time, one he'd give anything to go back to. everything's just so complicated now; rocket, sinnoh, them. he craves simplicity.
"avery." he turns away from the bright lights of veilstone underneath him and looks at her instead. "why can't you tell me?" he's probably overthinking things but he can't help but feel worried, not for him but for her. was it about the lake? did the rangers decide on something? did they hurt her? thoughts are jumbled, messy as he waits for an answer and hopefully an explanation.
she dangles her feet off the edge; heeled boots bounce against the side of the building. lights wink on and off below them as people return home and settle in for the night. alpha joins her on the opposite side that lucas does and the three of them sit in the quiet for some time until lucas speaks. "she's strong," she says, thinks back to the last night they'd seen each other. after such a short span of time of seeing lucas and he'd shown up with a more than capable team at the ready. "but then again, that doesn't surprise me." she doesn't remark about the memories, doesn't want to dredge up past nostalgia to make the lines between them blur again. she can't forget her place. adrian reminded her of that. and soon, soon she'll be able to pretend, but not yet, not when everything is still raw and new. not when she's still coming to terms with the fact that he's still alive.
she looks at him then, mumbles softly, "willow." that's why she can't tell him. because he still thinks he's close to her, still thinks he understands her, and she wants to believe that the years that draw them apart aren't as destructive as they are. but that's not the truth. they've grieved, mourned for each other, and that's not something you can just toss aside and then slap the relationship back together with an it's okay.
"things are in motion right now, lucas. and until the dust has settled, i can't tell you." she leans into him then, tentatively puts her hand over his when she settles her chin on his shoulder. "but don't worry. things are fine on my end. at least someone made it out of this all right." she frowns, closes her eyes while she sighs. "tell me what they did." maybe it won't help anything, or maybe if he starts to say these things out loud, it'll force him to look at it, see it, feel it, know that it's wrong.
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