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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[attr="class","clyrics"]THEY SAY CREEPIN' I SAY LOVING
[attr="class","clyrics1"]ITS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME
[attr="class","cwords"]The once bustling city was now little more than a cesspool of waste and ruin. Ambrose wasn’t surprised to learn that Old Veherna had been turned into the home of the region’s deplorables; thieves, grave robbers, and other shady characters. The idea of anything of value being left in the city was an odd thought, the Utopia was now a skeleton of its former self breaking down with the passing days until it would soon be little more than a pile of rubble, hopefully burying the criminals that inhabit it along the way. Then again, Ambrose wasn’t any better than the thieves. He had come here to see what he could find rather it be scrap resources, valuables or even a stray Pokemon or two, everything in this wasteland was up for grabs and it was only fair that he’d try to get his share. If he wanted he could crush the thieves and take what they had already stolen, it was a hell of a lot easier than picking through rubble for anything that looked semi-reliable, but as easy as it would be he was somewhat above such activities. Maybe he could become a sort of Robin hood. Taking from the broken down and disenfranchised and giving to the people of New Veherna, but then he wouldn’t get anything but thanks and as selfish as it sounds he can’t buy drinks with mere thanks. What was he to do? There was the option of gathering items and selling them off, that way he could at least pay off his rent for a few months, but then he STILL wouldn’t have any money in his pocket unless he got a really good haul. If only the answer to his dilemma would just hit him in the head already.
If only he could find a path in this new region, everyone had someone but here he was alone with no back up, and it no one from the Republic had even known he was out here. If only he had established himself earlier. Then again, he was lucky. Here he stood in the wake of a war and he was complaining about not having any attention on him, it was sad and selfish. Perhaps some looting would take his mind off of things.
Beginning his looting session modestly, Ambrose began poking around in an abandoned church, the stained glass windows were busted down, an Arceus statue was sprayed with swears and slurs, and the pews had been looted already, whatever was of value here was probably gone, but as a proud god fearing man Ambrose had to dig through the remains of the church it was what the maker would want… Probably. From the looks of things it was a lost cause, there was nothing but a filthy statue and rubble to dig through. The Cowboy took a knee before a pile of rubble at the Arceus statue’s feet and began excavating for materials.
Soon the sound of footsteps caught his attention, he turned his head to catch a gaze at who approached placing a hand on one of his Pokeballs, “Hm?”
[attr="class","cnotes"]TAGS || Open, do whatever you like~
Post by MACKENZIE WYGHT on Jan 8, 2017 15:50:41 GMT -6
Old Veherna reminded her of the Burned Tower in a way, both places once stirring with life and happiness now turned to death and decay. Tragedy had struck them both and now only fragments of what they once were remained. Not that she could say she remembered either place before such disasters, unfortunately. She wished she could. The Burned Tower might have been her birthplace, her second chance at life, but her memories of the structure were only those born of ashes and charred remains. And as for Old Veherna, well, she had never been here before.
Bent down, Mackenzie lifted a fallen sign displaying a teacup as she pictured what she could only imagine to be a quaint little café in her head. How customers would line up for their morning coffee, baristas smiling behind the counter and taking orders, as others chatted outside around the tables beneath the rising sun. Pidgey’s would be soaring high above and at the entrance, as her hand wrapped itself around a dusty collar, a Growlithe would prop itself down, rising only to greet newcomers with a sense of eager curiosity.
The mental image brought a small smile to her lips and she could hear the bark of the canine in her head. Oh, how she wished she could reach out and run her hand through its soft fur. Feel the warmth of its body in place of the cold leather of the collar, as well as the wetness of its nose as it nuzzled her back. Her heart twitched with a forlorn desire as she stared into its non-existent eyes upon the rubble she stood on, and for a second, she could hear it bark again. Loud and clear.
“Do you have something, boy?” A masculine thought crossed her mind.
Mackenzie blinked, startled. What? No. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t her thoughts—or even the Other’s thoughts. Her attention swivelled, snapping out of her reverie as several voices echoed in the distance. Two, maybe three, and at least the bark of one Pokémon. Scavengers, liars, and thieves—she recalled hearing of the sort to lurk around these parts as she rose slowly, the North Wind picking up slightly in her alarm.
A few figures turned a corner and out of instinct, she wasted little time in backing away from her position. Mackenzie rushed away from the group, unsure if she was noticed and more concerned with being caught as she pressed further into the ruined city, her eyes set upon an open door leading to a large building with colourfully shattered windows. The young woman slipped inside, the pitfalls of her footsteps echoing through the hollowed remains before she came to an abrupt stop.
“Oh.” Someone else was here. Her gaze flickered to the hand he held around a Pokéball and momentarily to the side to the murmur of distant voices as a notable chill drifted into the open space. “Hello there.”
[attr="class","clyrics"]THEY SAY CREEPIN' I SAY LOVING
[attr="class","clyrics1"]ITS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME
[attr="class","cwords"]Ambrose watched as a woman came into view, she seemed out of place here, a real diamond in the rough. Perhaps she was lost, or maybe she was a strong trainer holding their own in the ruins, either way, Ambrose would try his best not to upset them. “One second…” he spoke, calmly putting his Pokeball back in his pocket. For a brief moment he continued digging only to come up fruitless, nothing came up before the statue but spare change, charred remnants of paper, probably bibles and a rosary? Ambrose lifted the golden piece of jewelry into air watching as the ivory Arceus pendant dangled from it, “Hm looks like something came out of this mess.” he stuffed the gold into his pocket and stood up to face the stranger. "How do ya do?"
His voice didn't carry much weight out of the hopes that the two wouldn't attract any unnecessary attention while they spoke. There was a brief silence from him as he looked the woman over, they had a strange appeal. Well, Ambrose had never seen someone with blue hair before, so something else seemed to have come out of this looting, a first encounter of a sort. They were still a person, yes, but they had BLUE HAIR. Were they born with it? Perhaps they dyed it? He wanted to ask bout would it be rude to do so? For now, he bit his tongue; he must have looked strange standing here like a mute.
"Hm, excuse mah curiosity, but are ya from here? Y'all don't look like the grave robbin' type." his lips were bent into a small smile, not enough to oppose his gruff features but hopefully just visible enough to make him look like less of a threat. After all, it would be no fun to get beaten up on your day off.
Ambrose blinked, and collected himself. He had rudely asked a question without so much as getting the person's name, what a terrible blunder on his part. "Uh, sorry, sorry; that's no way to introduce mah self. Ah'm Ambrose and you are?"
[attr="class","cnotes"]MACKENZIE WYGHT || Hi!, thanks for dropping in! Sorry for the short post, wrote it before bed but they'll get longer from here on!
Post by MACKENZIE WYGHT on Jan 10, 2017 4:14:44 GMT -6
Are you going to fight? A quiet voice piqued up inside the confines of her head, idly remarking about the slight chill that drifted throughout the ruined church. Despite bearing the same voice as her body’s own, Mackenzie knew just whose thoughts it belonged to and she held herself firm in response, tightening her grip on her powers. Only if I must.
A sense of wariness tinted her vision as she scrutinized the stranger. Was he with the others she had seen earlier? Or just another human she had the misfortune of stumbling upon? Not that it mattered, she supposed. They were all the same as far as she was concerned as she instinctively moved her hand onto the messenger bag strapped across her shoulder to hip, her fingers nervously folding over a flap and ready to grab one of the Pokéballs tucked inside its pockets if the dark-haired man called upon his Pokémon—just as if she were an actual trainer with no other abilities.
But the man turned to her and spoke, the red and white orb disappearing back into his pocket, allowing the young woman to let out a slow breath, suddenly aware that she had been holding it since she had last spoken. Apparently, the fear of being captured like the Pokémon she was still clung onto her, even despite the human vessel that she now wore. Mentally, she noted that she would have to work on that as she kept the man within her sights.
Her eyes narrowed in on an object with lustre that the man slipped into his pocket, her gaze briefly flickering between it and the defiled statue of Arceus. A scavenger then, she concluded, her hand still resting upon her bag even as the man turned to face her. “I’m fine,” she stated simply before letting the silence linger between them, her head tilting slightly with curiosity as his eyes seemed to examine her. They lingered upwards, at least, a passing voice thought gladly from inside her. Not that she particularly understood.
The man introduced himself as Ambrose and in response her mouth opened with a soft voice. “Sui—” she began, but stopped herself short, her lips held firmly closed as her head turned sideways briefly to mentally berate herself. As her attention returned to the man, she began once more. “Mackenzie. My name’s Mackenzie,” her lips formed a small frown, “and no, I’m not a grave robber… like you seem to be.”
And suddenly she seemed distracted. Though she still kept a cautious hand on her bag, the blue-haired woman stepped forward, stopping not only beside the man, but before the statue. Her frown deepened as she read the colourful slurs upon the stonework and her heart sank deep in her chest. “They’ve disrespected him,” her free hand reached out to feel the cold stone against her skin and her eyes glanced up at Ambrose with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. “You’re disrespecting him.” She emphasized.
[attr="class","clyrics"]THEY SAY CREEPIN' I SAY LOVING
[attr="class","clyrics1"]ITS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME
[attr="class","cwords"]Her expression to him picking up the rosary seemed harsh, but unless it was hers she had little to nothing to worry about. The necklace would find its owner; Ambrose was just a passer-by in the city. He wasn’t even from here, yet her expression said it all. Wait… Did she say, Sui? That was a strange name, but she swiftly collected herself and gave him another name, ‘Mackenzie’ what a lovely name, “Well friend that’s a nice name you have there.” his lips curled into a slight frown as she made the generalization that he was a grave robber. How rude, he took one necklace but his intention wasn’t to just steal it.
“Well that’s a bit of a bold assumption.” his voice drew on as he watched her fingers shakily fidget with a Pokeball, “You can put that away, I’m not here to cause trouble or to loot this church believe it or not. I’m just here to pick through the rubble to find anything of value that I can take back to New Veherna.”
There was another silence accompanied by another wave of uncanny awkwardness, he had little interest in battling anyone here, as ruined as it was, it was still a church and a place of worship, though he didn’t quite believe in the idea of a Pokemon being the maker. What did he know, though? He was just a huckleberry with a few Pokmon and weak aspirations of his own. Religion was always a touchy subject for him. There were legendary Pokemon, the Unovan legendary trio, the Johto legendary trio and so forth. Gods, Pokemon, mistakes, he hadn’t a clue what to call them. They were probably catchable like any other Pokemon, but then what? What was a man to do with a god if they were so lucky as to catch one? He didn’t like to think about it.
“It’s good you're fine,” inquisitive eyes watched as she passed by him and approached the statue, she spoke once again telling him that the statue was being disrespected, when she emphasized that he was disrespecting Arceus the gruff man’s eyebrows narrowed, “And what do you mean by that? I don’t know if you’re all that aware, but we’re in a war-torn church in a ruined city. The disrespect came after the unanswered prayers of the damned were ignored by this “God”,” he looked at the statue, “That said, I’m not trying to disrespect it, as I said I’m just here to collect things of value to take back to the new city.” he partially lied, he was unsure what he was to do with the items he received.
“But I must ask since you talk about disrespect to this.” he gestured to the statue, “Wouldn’t you say the very idea of capturing Pokemon, his servants, and creations, and shoving them in balls is a sort of constant disrespect to him? Not trying to be snarky or nothin’ but I so rarely get to get the opinions of others on these things."
Post by MACKENZIE WYGHT on Jan 15, 2017 14:42:41 GMT -6
“Coming from the man pilfering items from the dead. Sounds like a disrespectful grave robber to me,” the edge of annoyance left her lips, and yet, Mackenzie decided that she would believe his intentions as she let her hand relax away from her bag. For now, at least. Not that she needed her Pokémon to defend herself anyway; it was simply a habit that she had trained herself to have, pretending to be human and all.
Instinctively, at Ambrose’s mention of Pokémon being ‘shoved’ into balls, the young woman found herself tensing. “Pokémon are nobody’s servants. Not even his,” she stated adamantly as she followed his gesture back onto the statue.
Staring at the sculpture pained her, but not in the way it might have seemed. Perhaps had Mackenzie venerated Arceus as the god-like being that the church seemed to make him out to be, her reaction would have been better understood, even by herself, but that was not the case. Not even for a moment, of which she felt positively certain of, even despite being a Pokémon herself. No. To her, the ancient Pokémon, creator of her kind he might have been, was simply that—an ancient Pokémon.
And yet, to see a monument dedicated to his existence desecrated in such a manner… it irked her beyond measure. Her eyes hardened with revulsion the more she read the writing and she could feel her mouth beginning to twist into a snarl. One that she might have shown had she not restrained herself, remembering her form—that of a human. And it was humans who did this. Humans were the ones responsible and it disgusted her. How could they do such an awful thing? No wonder Arceus had laid wreckage to her home’s local gym once.
The memory of such destruction bent her lips. “Perhaps you have a point though,” she continued, “Perhaps Pokémon should be allowed to roam free instead, don’t you think? Wouldn’t the world be better if humans and Pokémon could simply co-exist as equals? Both free,” she spoke from her own innate desire as she recalled how it felt to be confined within a Pokéball. Even though it had been her choice at the time and she had done it for the sake of saving her Mother, she was not too fond of being ‘caught’ like others of her kind. Say one thing about Mackenzie, say that she enjoyed her freedom.
“I think so at least. Then maybe stuff like this wouldn’t happen,” she thoughtfully suggested in a quieter manner, unsure if she was only talking about the statue or the ruined city itself, before glancing back up at the dark-haired man. “But it’s not quite so simple, is it? People want what they want, and when they can’t get it, they’ll do awful things to try and get their way. Stealing, hurting, and then they blame as if this ‘God’ as you say, could have done anything to help them out of their own mess.”
