TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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continued their way down the abandoned path of what used to be the 'Old Veherna'. It was nearly pitiful to see how a city such as this could have fallen so easily to the war that was happening literally right above themselves, but they digressed. Rather, the place itself was still pretty abandoned on it's own. Nothing but rubble, sticks and stone for this Zorua gijinka to be kicking dirt around, or to be kicking over in boredom with an uninterested glare. Their head perked up to watch over the wasteland that held it's fair share of remaining citizens; most of which have stooped so low as to turn to criminal activity. Granted, she was never one who was against doing all you could and clawing for survival but when you're trying to do this for the sake of doing this for fun, well, you're probably no better than the scum of the earth. You know, like Team Imum. [break][break] Frickin' Team Imum. [break][break] They gagged at the thought of the god forbidden name, nearly having to hold in that sudden nauseous feeling brewing in their gut. The Republic were a bunch of blind idiots who thought that they could save pokemon. Hah, what a rude. Wasn't that the exact same motive Imum had? The faction that claimed the freedom of pokemon made them nearly gag at such a stupid ideology; if they really saved pokemon then who would be saving them? Pokemon weren't all that nice of creatures, or maybe it was just from her experience. Heavily biased this one was, but they didn't join the Parallax because of their grudge towards those who glared down and cackled at their own misfortune. [break][break] Humans were no better, after all. They boasted in their greed and achievements are the expense of others. They were only lucky that someone found them in that locked up chamber in the depths of the old lab. Said lab had collapsed during the war, and only recently were they brought back to society by Parallax. Still, they saw what people did to artificially engineered gijinka - they were one of the first after all. In irritation, they kicked the dirt under the sole of their shoe to leave the dust hanging in the air behind their path. A pair of ruby red eyes glanced back and forth to take in their surroundings, with nothing but rubble and abandoned buildings as far as the eye could see. Ahh.. So many lives were taken from this war. How sad, how sad. Maybe they should help them? Why, yes. Maybe they really should help them. It's been a while, right? They deserved to wake up. [break][break] They deserved to see the world as it was. [break][break] Their blank face contorted into a smile as their small hand reached down to their belt. For all they cared, humans and pokemon, everything, could just die. One way or another.. And what better than to let the spirits run loose on the living? The best thing for them to do right now is to scout the area, and just see how many lost and wandering souls were mourning over a city lost. They would think that there would be quite a bit, although they really couldn't be too sure with them being a dark-type. They exhaled softly before tossing out the pokeball that housed a large, cyclops-like ghost pokemon. It towered over them, even more so seeing that the Dusknoir was levitating just inches from the ground. The braided female hopped onto the pokemon's back and clutched on like it was latching onto a piggy back. "Come on, Voices. You can sense the souls right?" They asked the pokemon, of which they received a positive response. Dusknoir were known to guide and take people and pokemon to the spirit world, and so it was rather adept at doing it's job. [break][break] Irene intended to exploit this pokemon's ability, but not without doing a quick little thing to conceal their identity. Their red-tipped tail swished behind them contently as their braided, brunette hair took more of a golden look, left down and flowing. This of course, was an illusion. Still, their tail and ears remained visible and alert as the duo scouted around.
Post by Jason Royde on Jan 26, 2017 0:07:59 GMT -6
There was a part of him that couldn’t help but seek out such a place like the one Jason found himself in. That part wasn’t even necessarily him. Ho-Oh took great pity on what had happened to this region, and more importantly, to the thousands of those who had died in this region. It was in their nature to see out the recently departed and offer them a second chance if possible. When not, it was best to show their respect. Which was what they were doing now.
The blond stuck out like a sore thumb in this place of death. His bright golden hair clashed with the dulled grays and browns that over ran the dead city of Old Veherna. That, and the giant ghostlike pokemon floating behind him. Sebastian, upon resurrection, had not been entirely trusting of Ho-Oh or the situation thrust upon him. He’d been alive as a human for years before death claimed him and lived out life as a ghost pokemon for centuries after that. To be dead had come as a sort of bitter sweet relief. He never sought out death actively, thinking it impossible for the undead, but to feel its sweet embrace once more was welcoming. Being murdered wasn’t as welcoming, but things happen. But now the dead undead was dead no more; and that was suspicious. Knowing that his young master had been… Possessed in a sense by the mythical bird in exchange for his own life infuriated Sebastian. These legendary creatures always wanted more than they let on and he intended to find out what that more was.
The duo, or trio technically, traveled along the war torn paths of Old Veherna. Jason’s signature shades concealed his glowing golden eyes à la Ho-Oh and as he touched a ruined wall a tear welled up in those eyes. The rainbow bird truly felt pity for those who would never get to feel the warmth of life once more. With the pair of them busy crying over a wall Sebastian had to alert them of a presence. Another Dusknoir was approaching with some girl on its back. “Thanks, Seb.” Jason said as he wiped away tears that weren’t his own. Sometimes Ho-Oh just had a way of taking the driver’s seat while he watched from the passenger’s… Calling out to the stranger, he asked, “Hey kid, what are you doing out here?”
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wouldn't be anything new if they just said that they've never done anything before. The only problem was the fact that they didn't know how exactly they should be getting to awakening the spirits and all that jazz. It would have been just grand if they just create the illusion of them being invisible, but sadly their gijinka abilities didn't allow them to reach up to that extent. Instead, all they could do was hope that the large figure of their Dusknoir was more than enough to cover her figure. The most they could hope for was the fact that no one of a troublesome background or status would get in their way of the soon to be slaughter (hopefully) of the lingering. At least, that was the plan. Damn, this kid really hated people in general. [break][break] Ever since Voices had been a Duskull, Irene hadn't been treating him all the best. In fact, they didn't treat any of their pokemon the best. What was ironic was how much they just hated everything, including their own pokemon. Personally, they thought that they all deserved it. These were the exact same pokemon who tormented them for all those years they begged for mercy and help, so why should they treat them well now? The most that they could do now was to cling onto the giant ghost pokemon, as they continued down the path with the teen latched on. These pokemon could only obey Irene now, it's not like they had much a choice anyways. At the very least, Irene didn't abuse them. [break][break] But they digressed. Their pokemon knew fully well what their trainer had to withstand, and personally, they thought that they really and truthfully deserved this. For the longest time, all they saw was rubble and leftovers from the war that had raged on for such a while, and even a cold war within a now torn apart region. Hah. Serves them damn right. This is what happens when you put trust into humans and pokemon, folks. Some people use them for selfish reasons, while some become blinded by their own ideals and wipe out both what they wanted to defeat and protect. Wasn't that ironic, now? Irene found that truly beautiful. How karmatically beautiful. [break][break] Both the blonde and the Ducknoir continued down with rocks and rubble at their feet, only to soon find a figure - a man - accompanied by his own dusknoir. It wasn't hard to spot; his hair stood out just as much as theirs did. Much to their dismay, they were called out by the man who stood by such a worn out wall that may have once held up a grand building, or a cozy home for one to return to. Regardless as to what it was, they didn't see why that person was so stupidly staring at it. They were called out, it was best to respond promptly. Hence, they turned around with Voices as their mount. "Hello, sir! I'm.. Um.." What's a good excuse? Ah, yes. This would have been a wonderful one. [break][break] They used that pause. They used that hesitation to lower their gaze to the ground as though they were hesitating. The teen returned their gaze to the man, a smile on their face. A weak smile. "I'm just.. Taking a walk with Dusky here! The day is really nice, and um.. We needed some time away from the city." They conjured up. That, of course, was a complete lie. But again, the other party didn't need to know that.
