Opening Post
Overhead of Slateport under cover of the night sky, a Dragonair soared eastward, two figures shrouded in black riding atop it's slender back.
"We're almost there, tracker's getting closer."
The man in front holding the Pokémon's reins looked back for a moment, peeking at the device in the other man's hand.
"Just keep your eyes on that and let me know the second it's under us. I don't wanna get caught up in that current even if we aren't in the fucking water."
"You're acting like it'll just suck us in or something."
"Trust me, it will. It's got some kind of weird, magnetic-like pull as soon as you get close and I am staying way fucking clear of it."
Below was the vast dark sea and the well-known currents that comprised the sea route from Pacifidlog to Slateport and from this height, especially at night, it was difficult to notice anything, let alone a subtle change in the waters.
"Right underneath."
"Alright. Take us down, girl." The man in front pulled down on the reins and the Dragonair began their descent, lowering them in a spiral.
She stopped to a hover inches from the water's still surface as if weightless despite the burden of the men. Next to them was the silhouette of buoy, a tiny flashing light stuck to its side.
"Holy shit this is creepy. This little patch of calm sea surrounded by all these currents."
"Damn right it is. So let's hurry and get this over with. No point in wasting time." He felt a shift of weight from behind him and then heard splashing. Turning back to his partner, he saw him to the side of the Dragonair giving an "OK" sign before disappearing under the surface. He signaled back despite no one there to see it, or so he thought.
A bright light swept across his face then focused back him. Averting his eyes, he raised a hand to shield his face. "Who are you!? Hands in the air, don't make a single move!" A voice shouted. The sudden beam of light had disoriented him, caught him with eyes wide. Neither him or his partner underwater expected any trouble tonight. With one hand still gripping the reins he pulled upwards and the Dragonair shot up to the sky in retreat.
They climbed until the voice and light were faint in the distance. "Shit," he spat out. "There wasn't supposed to be a guard out tonight! Guess it's plan fucking B..."
Underneath the water, Alan Alanson, a man of just twenty-seven years of age, sunk straight to the seafloor. He belonged to a group of men for hire, and while true most of their employment boarded the realm of crime, Alan was more concerned about money than lawfulness. He was a family man, and with his troubled legal past convenetial work didn't quite pay as well even if he had the necessary skills.
Swimming right of the diving point, then left, and left again, Alan saw to his right side a long, narrow corridor and just ahead at the end of it, he could see a spot of light breaking through the surface.
Then he realized it wasn't just one light breaking through the surface, but multiple, all smaller than the one at the far end of the corridor. He spun around and saw two more lights coming from around the corner. Eyes widening, he rushed into the corridor before fully clearing the path, his tank clunking as it hit rock. The lights surrounded him; they were most likely guards in search. Had the operation failed? Were they spotted? His mind raced and his breathing hastened. The lights were beginning to close in on him and it was only a matter of time. Could he make the entrance if he just went for it?
Whether or not it would work, he couldn't think up anything else. Alan had decided. He steadied his breathing and then pushed hard off the wall.
Before he had even swam a foot the sea floor illuminated and then turned back to darkness. At this point he wasn't swimming anymore, bouncing his way to the end of the narrow pathway with long, bounding strides, kicking up dust as he went. He was so preoccupied, so single-mindedly focused on that single source of light before him that he hadn't realized all of the other lights had disappeared.
When he reached it, he emerged into a dimly lit cavern. Flinging his mask off, Alan dragged himself out of the water, his breathing ragged and heart thumping. Unbuckling the apparatus, he rolled over onto his back and threw his arms overhead, big gulps of air cycling through his lungs.
After some time, Alan rose to his feet, eyes studying his surroundings. Stone tablets lined the cave with dotted inscriptions, a faint light emanating from their incisions. "Woah," he whispered, tracing his hand along one such stone. His gaze fixed onto it and he felt himself unable to look away. He couldn't read the tablets, before last week he hadn't even known about braille. Still, Alan didn't need to know how to read braille, all he needed to know was how to follow instructions.
Reluctantly, the man pulled himself away, continuing deeper within the cave until he saw two large pillars and a dead end of a wall. He approached it cautiously, placing his hand on the wall. He felt the tiniest of give as he pushed. Balling his hand into a fist he gave it a light punch.
"Of course not," he muttered. Alan reached for his waist and pulled out a metal, extendable rod. Uncapping it revealed a sharp drill-like end. Alan hesitated for a moment looking from the rod to the wall, his eyes following up to the ceiling. Shaking his head with a long exhale, he tightened his grip and planted it into the wall until it held firmly. He pulled on the extension and the rod began to beep. Alan ran, ran as fast as the flippers on his feet allowed him to, and then dove behind one of the stone tablets despite already being a safe distance away.
Hearing the explosion, Alan waited a moment before peeking back and when he did his jaw dropped. They had told him what to expect in the briefing, but he hadn't exactly believed them then. To his amazement the wall had crumbled into an entrance way, and not the kind haphazardly made by an explosion, but symmetrical and seemingly carefully constructed. It may have been pessimistic thinking but he expected to be drowning right about now.
Having had his fill of gawking, Alan approached the entrance way in small steps, crouching low to the ground. A part of him still felt the ceiling would collapse at any moment, a torrent of water filling the cave. Putting that notion aside, he stepped over the rubble in a hurry, more jumping than stepping, and crossed into the hidden room. He seemed to relax once on the other side, mind and body easing up. However strange it was, crossing into this section of the cave brought on a strong sense of security.
In the hidden room, more and more tablets stood erect, their glow brighter than the others. At the far end of the room was a wall inscribed with the same braille on the stone tablets, but unlike the tablets there were depictions of two Pokémon carved into it, adjacent to the braille on both sides. Underneath these carvings were two slots carved out from the wall. Unclipping two pokéballs from a waist belt, Alan carefully inserted them into the slots.
"A perfect fit," he remarked, the balls holding to the wall securely. In a moment of curiosity Alan tried to remove one, but the pokéball did not so much as budge. It was as if they had merged into the wall, become a part of it. Above the pokéballs, the carvings of the two Pokémon began to glow harshly, blinding him.
Alan regained his vision quickly, but the effects of the light lingered in his eyes as the inscriptions and carvings on the wall seemed to shake violently. He staggered back turning to leave, but found himself leaning against one of the tablets for support. It wasn't just the carvings on the wall that appeared to be shaking, everything in the room shook, actually shook. One by one, the tablets surrounding him wobbled and then fell. He felt the ground rumbling under his feet and across the room where the entrance, now an exit, stood, the ceiling collapsed. All around him, rubble and rock began to fall from above.
"Shit!" He reached for another pokéball at his waist, a last ditch escape plan they rarely used because of its inconsistency, but this situation, inside and outside the cave, called for it. "Kadabra!" He shouted to the Pokémon as it came out, "Teleport! When I grab you!"
In its eyes he could see fear as the rumbling, the collapsing of everything around them suddenly filled its vision and ears. He was sure his eyes held the very same expression. Don't you dare Alan thought, his hand reaching out, fingers grasping. Don't you dare leave without me.
There was nothing in his hand. It was odd. He saw the Kadabra with his very own eyes, saw its thin yellow wrist, saw his fingers wrapping around it, but he felt none of it. It was an utter lack of sensation not just with his hand, but his arms, his legs, his feet, all and everything numb. He felt nothing except for a sharp piercing at the crown of his head, and a trail of warmth and stickiness leaking out. Head dropping as if propelled with great force, Alan Alanson saw the ground rushing towards his face and then everything faded to black.
Dozens of lights lit up the night sky by Pacifidlog as a long, wailing alarm sounded through miles and miles of sea. Gritting his teeth Mason Green pulled sharply on his Dragonair's reigns, the duo just narrowly avoiding a collision with a Skarmory. While the guards were all sea-bound on their ships, all anchored down so that the currents couldn't sweep them away, aerial reinforcements had to be making their way over, and this Skarmory was already a handful for them to deal with.
"Alan needs to finish up fast." He muttered.
Despite their constant dipping and dancing through the sky, the lights always found their way back to them. The searchlight of the boat that had first spotted them was the worst of the lot, somehow perfectly in line with their every more. Behind them, Mason could hear the Skarmory's call, see the glint of its silver wings catching in the corner of his eye. This time he wasn't sure if they could dodge it, so Mason turned his attention forwards. Whipping the reins with one hand, pushing Dragonair's back with the other, Mason pointed her to the boat. "Dive towards it!"
Dragonair shot downwards in a blur, her trainer's legs frantically gripping to hold on. "Dragon Pulse!" He shouted.
The guard steering tried to pull the boat out of the way, but it was far too late. A beam of dark purple energy shattered the searchlight, sending enough force to tip the nose of the boat into the air, throwing the driver and another guard into the water.
Mason pulled on the reins again as Dragonair glided past the falling boat, ascending back into the sky. He was about to issue another attack, something to keep their attention on him, but the scene below left that unnecessary. As lights started to gather on the now capsized boat, the two guards barely hanging on its edge, the sea began to rage unlike ever before. All around them, boats that had been firmly anchored felt the current taking them, the waves pushing them however they pleased. Even the calm patch of sea began to take the form of the currents around it.
Shouts came from every direction as guards scrambled to re-secure themselves, but they would find that impossible. Something had dislodged their anchors, spitting them out of the floor of the sea, rattled them out of their holes. The first to realize this called out their Pokémon and tried to flee to the sky. Unable to overcome the powerful and otherworldly pull of the currents, they were dragged into the sea. The two men, still clinging onto their boat in utter desperation, began to scream and screech for their lives as their capsized boat started to accelerate into an oncoming wave. The Skarmory shot by Mason, ignoring him and hurrying to the men. It grabbed them in its talons before they were nearly swallowed alive and somehow it managed to power through the currents' pull. The scene descended into utter chaos as men everywhere made attempts to abandon their boats, some successful, others not.
"Alan!" Mason beamed, a cautious grin spreading across his lips despite the horrific scene in front of him. "Let's get out of here, Dragonair! That bastard's gotta be around here somewhere."
"We're almost there, tracker's getting closer."
The man in front holding the Pokémon's reins looked back for a moment, peeking at the device in the other man's hand.
"Just keep your eyes on that and let me know the second it's under us. I don't wanna get caught up in that current even if we aren't in the fucking water."
"You're acting like it'll just suck us in or something."
"Trust me, it will. It's got some kind of weird, magnetic-like pull as soon as you get close and I am staying way fucking clear of it."
Below was the vast dark sea and the well-known currents that comprised the sea route from Pacifidlog to Slateport and from this height, especially at night, it was difficult to notice anything, let alone a subtle change in the waters.
"Right underneath."
"Alright. Take us down, girl." The man in front pulled down on the reins and the Dragonair began their descent, lowering them in a spiral.
She stopped to a hover inches from the water's still surface as if weightless despite the burden of the men. Next to them was the silhouette of buoy, a tiny flashing light stuck to its side.
"Holy shit this is creepy. This little patch of calm sea surrounded by all these currents."
"Damn right it is. So let's hurry and get this over with. No point in wasting time." He felt a shift of weight from behind him and then heard splashing. Turning back to his partner, he saw him to the side of the Dragonair giving an "OK" sign before disappearing under the surface. He signaled back despite no one there to see it, or so he thought.
A bright light swept across his face then focused back him. Averting his eyes, he raised a hand to shield his face. "Who are you!? Hands in the air, don't make a single move!" A voice shouted. The sudden beam of light had disoriented him, caught him with eyes wide. Neither him or his partner underwater expected any trouble tonight. With one hand still gripping the reins he pulled upwards and the Dragonair shot up to the sky in retreat.
They climbed until the voice and light were faint in the distance. "Shit," he spat out. "There wasn't supposed to be a guard out tonight! Guess it's plan fucking B..."
Underneath the water, Alan Alanson, a man of just twenty-seven years of age, sunk straight to the seafloor. He belonged to a group of men for hire, and while true most of their employment boarded the realm of crime, Alan was more concerned about money than lawfulness. He was a family man, and with his troubled legal past convenetial work didn't quite pay as well even if he had the necessary skills.
Swimming right of the diving point, then left, and left again, Alan saw to his right side a long, narrow corridor and just ahead at the end of it, he could see a spot of light breaking through the surface.
Then he realized it wasn't just one light breaking through the surface, but multiple, all smaller than the one at the far end of the corridor. He spun around and saw two more lights coming from around the corner. Eyes widening, he rushed into the corridor before fully clearing the path, his tank clunking as it hit rock. The lights surrounded him; they were most likely guards in search. Had the operation failed? Were they spotted? His mind raced and his breathing hastened. The lights were beginning to close in on him and it was only a matter of time. Could he make the entrance if he just went for it?
Whether or not it would work, he couldn't think up anything else. Alan had decided. He steadied his breathing and then pushed hard off the wall.
Before he had even swam a foot the sea floor illuminated and then turned back to darkness. At this point he wasn't swimming anymore, bouncing his way to the end of the narrow pathway with long, bounding strides, kicking up dust as he went. He was so preoccupied, so single-mindedly focused on that single source of light before him that he hadn't realized all of the other lights had disappeared.
When he reached it, he emerged into a dimly lit cavern. Flinging his mask off, Alan dragged himself out of the water, his breathing ragged and heart thumping. Unbuckling the apparatus, he rolled over onto his back and threw his arms overhead, big gulps of air cycling through his lungs.
After some time, Alan rose to his feet, eyes studying his surroundings. Stone tablets lined the cave with dotted inscriptions, a faint light emanating from their incisions. "Woah," he whispered, tracing his hand along one such stone. His gaze fixed onto it and he felt himself unable to look away. He couldn't read the tablets, before last week he hadn't even known about braille. Still, Alan didn't need to know how to read braille, all he needed to know was how to follow instructions.
Reluctantly, the man pulled himself away, continuing deeper within the cave until he saw two large pillars and a dead end of a wall. He approached it cautiously, placing his hand on the wall. He felt the tiniest of give as he pushed. Balling his hand into a fist he gave it a light punch.
"Of course not," he muttered. Alan reached for his waist and pulled out a metal, extendable rod. Uncapping it revealed a sharp drill-like end. Alan hesitated for a moment looking from the rod to the wall, his eyes following up to the ceiling. Shaking his head with a long exhale, he tightened his grip and planted it into the wall until it held firmly. He pulled on the extension and the rod began to beep. Alan ran, ran as fast as the flippers on his feet allowed him to, and then dove behind one of the stone tablets despite already being a safe distance away.
Hearing the explosion, Alan waited a moment before peeking back and when he did his jaw dropped. They had told him what to expect in the briefing, but he hadn't exactly believed them then. To his amazement the wall had crumbled into an entrance way, and not the kind haphazardly made by an explosion, but symmetrical and seemingly carefully constructed. It may have been pessimistic thinking but he expected to be drowning right about now.
Having had his fill of gawking, Alan approached the entrance way in small steps, crouching low to the ground. A part of him still felt the ceiling would collapse at any moment, a torrent of water filling the cave. Putting that notion aside, he stepped over the rubble in a hurry, more jumping than stepping, and crossed into the hidden room. He seemed to relax once on the other side, mind and body easing up. However strange it was, crossing into this section of the cave brought on a strong sense of security.
In the hidden room, more and more tablets stood erect, their glow brighter than the others. At the far end of the room was a wall inscribed with the same braille on the stone tablets, but unlike the tablets there were depictions of two Pokémon carved into it, adjacent to the braille on both sides. Underneath these carvings were two slots carved out from the wall. Unclipping two pokéballs from a waist belt, Alan carefully inserted them into the slots.
"A perfect fit," he remarked, the balls holding to the wall securely. In a moment of curiosity Alan tried to remove one, but the pokéball did not so much as budge. It was as if they had merged into the wall, become a part of it. Above the pokéballs, the carvings of the two Pokémon began to glow harshly, blinding him.
Alan regained his vision quickly, but the effects of the light lingered in his eyes as the inscriptions and carvings on the wall seemed to shake violently. He staggered back turning to leave, but found himself leaning against one of the tablets for support. It wasn't just the carvings on the wall that appeared to be shaking, everything in the room shook, actually shook. One by one, the tablets surrounding him wobbled and then fell. He felt the ground rumbling under his feet and across the room where the entrance, now an exit, stood, the ceiling collapsed. All around him, rubble and rock began to fall from above.
"Shit!" He reached for another pokéball at his waist, a last ditch escape plan they rarely used because of its inconsistency, but this situation, inside and outside the cave, called for it. "Kadabra!" He shouted to the Pokémon as it came out, "Teleport! When I grab you!"
In its eyes he could see fear as the rumbling, the collapsing of everything around them suddenly filled its vision and ears. He was sure his eyes held the very same expression. Don't you dare Alan thought, his hand reaching out, fingers grasping. Don't you dare leave without me.
There was nothing in his hand. It was odd. He saw the Kadabra with his very own eyes, saw its thin yellow wrist, saw his fingers wrapping around it, but he felt none of it. It was an utter lack of sensation not just with his hand, but his arms, his legs, his feet, all and everything numb. He felt nothing except for a sharp piercing at the crown of his head, and a trail of warmth and stickiness leaking out. Head dropping as if propelled with great force, Alan Alanson saw the ground rushing towards his face and then everything faded to black.
Dozens of lights lit up the night sky by Pacifidlog as a long, wailing alarm sounded through miles and miles of sea. Gritting his teeth Mason Green pulled sharply on his Dragonair's reigns, the duo just narrowly avoiding a collision with a Skarmory. While the guards were all sea-bound on their ships, all anchored down so that the currents couldn't sweep them away, aerial reinforcements had to be making their way over, and this Skarmory was already a handful for them to deal with.
"Alan needs to finish up fast." He muttered.
Despite their constant dipping and dancing through the sky, the lights always found their way back to them. The searchlight of the boat that had first spotted them was the worst of the lot, somehow perfectly in line with their every more. Behind them, Mason could hear the Skarmory's call, see the glint of its silver wings catching in the corner of his eye. This time he wasn't sure if they could dodge it, so Mason turned his attention forwards. Whipping the reins with one hand, pushing Dragonair's back with the other, Mason pointed her to the boat. "Dive towards it!"
Dragonair shot downwards in a blur, her trainer's legs frantically gripping to hold on. "Dragon Pulse!" He shouted.
The guard steering tried to pull the boat out of the way, but it was far too late. A beam of dark purple energy shattered the searchlight, sending enough force to tip the nose of the boat into the air, throwing the driver and another guard into the water.
Mason pulled on the reins again as Dragonair glided past the falling boat, ascending back into the sky. He was about to issue another attack, something to keep their attention on him, but the scene below left that unnecessary. As lights started to gather on the now capsized boat, the two guards barely hanging on its edge, the sea began to rage unlike ever before. All around them, boats that had been firmly anchored felt the current taking them, the waves pushing them however they pleased. Even the calm patch of sea began to take the form of the currents around it.
Shouts came from every direction as guards scrambled to re-secure themselves, but they would find that impossible. Something had dislodged their anchors, spitting them out of the floor of the sea, rattled them out of their holes. The first to realize this called out their Pokémon and tried to flee to the sky. Unable to overcome the powerful and otherworldly pull of the currents, they were dragged into the sea. The two men, still clinging onto their boat in utter desperation, began to scream and screech for their lives as their capsized boat started to accelerate into an oncoming wave. The Skarmory shot by Mason, ignoring him and hurrying to the men. It grabbed them in its talons before they were nearly swallowed alive and somehow it managed to power through the currents' pull. The scene descended into utter chaos as men everywhere made attempts to abandon their boats, some successful, others not.
"Alan!" Mason beamed, a cautious grin spreading across his lips despite the horrific scene in front of him. "Let's get out of here, Dragonair! That bastard's gotta be around here somewhere."
tl;dr Two of the "antagonists" head to Route 134 at night. One goes into the Sealed Chamber while the other deals with and fends off an unexpected group of guards. Sealed Chamber's ritual is complete, the caves/tombs are opened, earthquake strikes, people die, but the mission, for the most part, is a success. It's Regi time, friends.
notes Some of you may realize that when Alan, rest in peace, was underwater, the route he takes to the Sealed Chamber is actually the reverse of how to get there in the games. I was too lazy to change this when I realized it so it stayed. I also messed up Route 134 with Route 132 but that was an easy enough change.
I hope that this sets the tone of the RP well. It won't always be serious, but I like there to be consequences to things, especially when it comes to the main plot. Don't worry though, Kadabra got out in one piece.
I hope that this sets the tone of the RP well. It won't always be serious, but I like there to be consequences to things, especially when it comes to the main plot. Don't worry though, Kadabra got out in one piece.
instructions Your first posts will take place the day after the earthquake strikes. It was a region-wide event and of course, it happened at night. Maybe it woke you up or maybe you sleep through it because you were put under heavy anesthesia. Either way, I would like at the very least a vague mention of it in your post. For the one clown in Slateport, the tremors were quite strong, but aside from market stalls, no buildings or structures were damaged. For the other characters, the quake was weak but if you were awake you absolutely felt it and it's probably a very hot conversational topic right now. Aside from that, you're free to begin your journey in whatever way you see fit, and I will try to respond appropriately and in a timely manner. If you have questions or anything seems unclear, let me know in the OOC or discord!
thank you to Rika for approving this when she did because I just remembered something I forgot to include in the instructions
your character will start with
- 5 Pokéballs
- 3 Potions
- PokéNav (Phone/Dex/Map)
thank you to Rika for approving this when she did because I just remembered something I forgot to include in the instructions
your character will start with
- 5 Pokéballs
- 3 Potions
- PokéNav (Phone/Dex/Map)
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