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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Red had made his way to another new area as the Kanto Champion was wandering around, mostly to keep himself away from the other Dex Holders due to not wanting to 'explain' his silence, once he knew he was in the clear -- Grabbing a pokéball, he allowed his index finger to click the button, only to watch a white beam shoot out only to have Pika appear once the light had vanished. A rather soft & gentle smile came across his lips as his eyes closed, he was happy to have Pika still with him -- He then watched rather peacefully for a while as Pika himself even sniffed around the area to try & figure out where it was, it clocked to him that he hadn't actually battled anyone nor actually let his team out since leaving Kanto -- So this place was even newer than it was to him. [break][break] Suddenly Pika had scurried up the side, only to grab his cap to just run back down & run around with the trainer's cap that he's had since he started his journey -- He went to chase after the Pikachu, but he soon realised that it was only trying to cheer him up, the electric mouse was there the day that he had lost Poli along with the many hours spent looking around. Pika was really the only other Pokémon that knew what was really going through it's trainer's mind, so did Saur but Saur was rather big so often offered it's tentacle or for Red to sleep against him. Red was in all honesty thankful for the team that he has -- Thinking back on it, without them he really wouldn't be where he was today, Red never knew it was really down to his instincts despite people telling him. Mainly because he assumed it was down to the bond between him & Pokémon that allowed it to happen, but strength did come in numerous places. [break][break] So, instead of chasing after Pika -- Red simply sat himself down before he laid down, his eyes looking up towards the sky that was rather clear with little to no clouds, only to end up closing his eyes briefly. Taking a rather deep breath in & out, the atmosphere & loneliness was rather comforting to an extent, it made him miss the times he was on MT.Silver.
Post by ZACHARY HAZEL on Feb 15, 2017 21:52:11 GMT -6
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who knows how love i've been awake now? the shadows on my walls don't sleep. they keep calling me, beckoning. who knows what's right? the lines keep getting thinner. my age has never made me wise, but i keep pushing on and on and on and one. there's nothing left to say, now. there's nothing left to say. i'm giving up, giving up.
It's a common belief across the largest regions of Pokearth that a person has not really lived unless they have devoted a part of their life to the adventures of being a Pokemon trainer. And it shows – a sweeping gaze across any system of routes to reveal bright faces, old and young and every age in between trekking on foot from one city to the next with nothing but their party at their hip and a dream in their head. To find a person on the face of the planet without one non-human partner or another regardless of intent is practically unheard of, this alien thing that any normal person would meet with shock and awe. Licenses float around like currency, easier to acquire than air, and all of the little boys and girls will have their shot at greatness regardless of wealth or origin. He, too, has had his: shots and licenses, partners and dreams and a whole world out there waiting to bend beneath his foot. Mighty heroes start off as the most nameless of nobodies, after all. (So, too, does he.) There was a time when his income was provided not by the Association, but instead by his peers, his elders, and his juniors, each one losing to his hand and coughing up the appropriate “dough” in the face of his ferocious team of birds, and there was a time when nothing in the world save for a head of raven hair and a pair of jade eyes had his heart pumping quite like the adrenaline rush that came hand in hand with a battle struck particularly close. Journeys, however, he's come to learn first hand, don't last forever. They can't. There's only so much ground to walk, so many seas to cross, so many skies to soar through before the world has given all there is to give – and there's only so many Pokemon that can fall, battered beyond what any sound moral code would dictate, before all of those shots and licenses and dreams have to be ripped violently from his bloody, bloody hands. Zachary Hazel knows what it feels like to be a trainer. Zachary Hazel has “really lived”. (That was a long, long time ago.)[break][break]
Smoke forces itself from his lungs by way of a cough, guttural and harsh against his ears, and he tries hard not to look too long at the cigarette as he pulls it from his lips. He doesn't do this very often – hates the smell, the taste, hates the way Lena's eyebrows pinch together when the stench clings to his clothes and the knowledge that the more he does it, the more he'll need it – but the times he does always feel like a necessity. He'd surely die out here in this rubble, he thinks helplessly, without a drag or two or twenty, done in by his own nerves, swallowed whole by self resentment and the inevitable heart attack that would follow. His whole reason for trudging through these ruined streets is to calm. Not himself, of course, but it seems unfair to let his retired old team out loose to wreck havoc where no one can get caught in the blast without giving himself the chance to relax even just a bit, too. A shame that each stick only manages to stave off the unease that builds up every time he has to come out here; it can't do anything to help him and his daily burden of troubles. Not unless he wants to start carrying these darned things around in his pockets. (Part of him wonders if the Association would even let him, if that would contradict too much with the “Professor image” he needs to present for all the good little children out there looking to him to make their Pokemon trainer journey hopes come true. Too bad the best thing he can give is the hard truth: You can walk a thousand miles, but it'll just make you another nameless statistic failing to claw your way up to the top.) He hates that, too, though. Hates bringing these darned birds out into the wreckage of a place once known as Veherna so they can release all of their pent up aggression like he lets go a stained-white breath. They're all pleasant for the visitors, just a step shy from batting eyelashes they may or may not have at the officials who come to check on them all to assure that his research is, in fact being done, but all he ever sees anymore is the potential for violence struggling to bleed out through their feathers and scales. He wouldn't give them up for the world – but that doesn't mean that they aren't walking, breathing reminders of some of the worst failures of his past.[break][break]
(He's made so many by now that one would imagine he'd learn to stop.)[break][break]
Business as usual, his least favorite day out of every two months. The professor smokes, and structures no longer resembling the houses they once were become even less recognizable in the face of Pokemon too aggressive to know what to do with themselves. Cycles, circles, repetitions – until its not, and a flash of red and yellow comes streaking through the sea of grays and browns, just barely missing the arc of an Air Slash here and the flap of Vent's rocky wings there. He squints against the sun, not because he can't see (sunglasses, really, are gifts from the legendaries) but because that can't possibly be right. His schedule isn't the only one being followed out here, but the Seers who try quite futilely to put this place back together are never out at this time of the day, nor have they ever attempted to work their “magic” out this far before. The idea of someone honestly being foolish enough to traverse this dangerous area alone is almost too hard to believe – right up until the moment crimson hues find themselves landing on an almost familiar-looking man clad in much the same color. (Those clothes and that Pikachu don't click right away; later, he'll sputter and deny, but for now, recognition fails him.)[break][break]
“Yo,” Zach calls over the wind, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other pointing the lit end of his cigarette away from his face as he cups his words. As easy as it is for delinquents to learn the error of their ways the hard way, he doesn't think he wants fresh blood on his hands any more than he wants to be here right now. “You're in the way. Might wanna head back into town before -” His words are swallowed, momentarily, by a sudden blast from behind him and the rain of stone that follows. Desensitization is the only thing that keeps him from flinching at the noise; undeterred, he tries again, “- before these idiots decide they want to start trying target practice.”
Red gave a fair few blinks upon the noises of what sounded like a Pokémon battle was erupting, turning his head slightly once he was being spoken to -- Being told to leave a 'dangerous place', something like that just made him give a silenced laugh. There wasn't anything that the brunet was even afraid of, or perhaps it was because he was just numb towards it all now, he's been injured that many times that more often than not he doesn't even recognise when he's broken something.[break][break]
Ofcourse he still feels the ice sensation which often causes his joints to tense up, despite being fully healed from it the mental scarring was still there. The brunet decided to stand up, only to dust himself of the dirt when he was crouched on his knee's -- Pika swiftly running around before hopping onto his trainer's back, perching itself upon Red's right shoulder. His hazel hues then glanced between the disruptive Pokemon and their apparent trainer who was actually the one telling him he should head back into town, to which he only just shook his head, he honestly wasn't afraid and felt sorry that the trainer obviously didn't have as much control over his team as he should be.[break][break]
It should be clear that if anyone saw how Red was acting, that he wasn't just any normal trainer -- Nor was he any bit hesitant or stepping backwards, just standing his ground firmly but in a rather calm fashion. Red was quite glad that whoever this guy was, he didn't recognise him, or at least he was hoping that he didn't.
Post by ZACHARY HAZEL on Jan 31, 2018 9:10:26 GMT -6
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who knows how love i've been awake now? the shadows on my walls don't sleep. they keep calling me, beckoning. who knows what's right? the lines keep getting thinner. my age has never made me wise, but i keep pushing on and on and on and one. there's nothing left to say, now. there's nothing left to say. i'm giving up, giving up.
The World's End erupted into a hailstorm of rock and stone behind him, and yet even the visual aid paired up with his verbal warning was not enough to deter this silent stranger. Surely, Zach had thought when he moved to stand, those actions had been to start his escape – but he only stood, silent, shaking his head in the wind as though unfazed entirely by the destructive fanfare that played out before him. Come to think of it, though, it would have been impossible to miss all of the noise his Pokemon kicked up into the air no matter how lost in thought was, and the fact that this person had sat, unmoving, through it all should have provided provided a shred of insight. Enough, at least, to figure he wasn't going to move any time soon. It begged the question, then, of what he was doing here, something supposedly so important that he would risk life and limb to get it done and over with. Paying respect to his destroyed home, perhaps? Praying for the souls of those who had lost themselves at the hands of Imum and her wicked ways? He looked to be doing neither – but then again, he, himself, didn't look to have any sort of control over what was happening by way of a darkened light show. Looks, as they said, could deceive. Wondering about it wouldn't earn him anything... but his curiosity wasn't so persistent, either, that he found it in himself to ask.[break][break]
Rather, irritated by the unwelcomed company and the filthy taste of ash clogging his mouth like a drain, the professor found himself throwing out an accusation he held little belief in, words scathing for the sake of being so. “If you're here to end it or something, at least take it somewhere else. I don't want them pining your death on me.” Never mind the fact that a suicide versus a murder could be distinguished by looks in most instances, and the thought of this bizarre, expressionless man having a gun on hand to blow his brains to smithereens never even crossed his own mind. Still, having a suicide victim show up in a place where he was known by some to go could needlessly drag him into an investigation. It wasn't a matter of time, so much as a matter of not wanting to get involved in that. He'd already had his fill of the police and the law. To an extent, it was why he was out here in the first place.[break][break]
If his words were to reach the red-clothed man at all, though, he wouldn't have had much time to react, much less go about relocating. Almost as soon as his words left his mouth, the sight of a stray piece of airborne rubble filled the periphery of his vision, its destination set on the stranger's general location at best – directly for his head at worst. “Ah – look out!”
Red tilted his head to the side slightly when this male who could barely seem able to control his own Pokémon spoke about him trying to end his life, a confused expression came across the trainers face -- It literally have been the first sign of an emotion that had been displayed upon his face whilst talking to this stranger. Pika on the other hand was looking around at the Pokémon that was causing destruction everywhere, but the brown-haired male seemed to give off an aura of excitement, one that one would expect to happen whilst in the midst of a rather heated battle. The Kanto Champion could tell that this blond-haired male must be really powerful with his Pokémon and he was kind of sad that maybe they didn't have such as good of a bond as his team did to draw out 110% of their power and more.[break][break] As rubble came hurdling it's way towards him, a beam of red light shot out from one of the poké balls that are attached to his belt and a purple Espeon appeared only to lean down against it's front paw's and cause the rock to give off a blue aura as it stopped within it's tracks before the Pikachu that was perched upon his shoulder used Iron Tail to smash the rather large rubble into smithereens. A smile came across Red's lips as he had such a good bond with his Pokémon that he never did need to issue any commands at all, with the slight distraction out off the way he slipped into his jacket pocket and pulled at a Trainer ID. card --- Only to walk closer to Zachary and hand it over to him, finally showing who he REALLY was.[break][break] Hazel eyes with a rather fiery glint to them stared into the shades of the other before giving a grin and pointing to each of their Pokémon, clearly wanting to battle Zachary.
Post by ZACHARY HAZEL on Mar 1, 2018 16:16:06 GMT -6
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who knows how love i've been awake now? the shadows on my walls don't sleep. they keep calling me, beckoning. who knows what's right? the lines keep getting thinner. my age has never made me wise, but i keep pushing on and on and on and one. there's nothing left to say, now. there's nothing left to say. i'm giving up, giving up.
Suicide attempt accusations and a supposed lack of care for the success of them typically didn't sit well with people – something he had, thankfully, not learned from first-hand experience, but would say was safe to assume considering human nature and how most treated suicide in general. Only the cruel of heart said such things and meant them. In truth, Zachary probably would have felt some shred of guilt over the silent stranger moving elsewhere only to “tie the knot”, as they said, but his intention had only been to scare him off with words harsher than he felt. Impossibly, they didn't seem to work, eliciting only so much as a tilted head and a look that couldn't even be called incredulous for all his hard efforts to sound like a terrible example of the human race. This, paired with the stranger's “nonchalance” about (or, rather, what he was now assuming to be ignorance of) the destruction raining down around them, begged a question he wasn't entirely sure he wanted answered: Was this person an idiot? Maybe it would be better to try to coax his trigger-happy party even further into the ruins, hard as it may have been to corral them before they'd successfully blown off the remainder of their steam, but even then, there was no guarantee this tight-lipped “looney” wouldn't try to follow him, still oblivious to the dangers that staying too close posed. Trying to take his own life? Probably not. If he wasn't careful, though, his life would be taken for him, whether he liked it or not.[break][break]
Sure enough, as shrapnel flew, the professor found himself expecting the worst. Not only did he not respond to the cry of awareness, but he didn't so much as move to defend or a call a Pokemon to defend for him, apparently intent on pretending the rubble was not flying at all, or so confident in his thick skull that he believed it wouldn't get punctured like a needle through a balloon on impact. Shit. Despite his half-hearted insults from before, he really didn't want this man's death being placed in his hands, and if he didn't act fast for him, it very well looked like he'd be bearing witness to yet another fresh corpse on a cool, Lyeant night. (Not again, he wouldn't do this again.) “Wiatr!” he called, face almost as passive as ever but fear flooding too-expressive eyes hidden beneath dark lenses. “Defend O-”[break][break]
The command, however, turned out to be useless. Without so much as a word, two Pokemon broke out of their stillness and silence to pull off a combo that Zachary had honestly not been expecting to see, tonight or any time in the near future. An Espeon to defend, casting Psychic on it just in the nick of time to prevent a bloody collision, and that same Pikachu from earlier to attack, striking the frozen stone with an effortless Iron Tail that had it shattering into a thousand pieces or more. All without a command, no less. Many an explanation flashed through his own mind, one of which was that this trainer had spent so long flinging rocks at himself that his Pokemon knew instinctively what to do to protect him, but without knowing anything more than the silence that followed him and the swift, mighty actions of two of his party members (perhaps his only party members), he wasn't so quick as to start writing up stories or pulling together conclusions based on false assumptions. “You...” he said lamely, mouth moving to speak but mind find itself at an unusual loss of words, and all in all, he couldn't figure out what to make of this. A skilled trainer had to have some amount of intelligence to be regarded as such, so the idea that his newfound company was an idiot was all but thrown out the window by now. Perhaps he was just cocky. Arrogance would certainly explain why someone would willingly stand in the middle of No Man's Land without so much as a furrow of the brow.[break][break]
And then the trainer card was presented to him.[break][break]
“... So you're Red, huh? The Red.”[break][break]
In hindsight, it made perfect sense: Pikachu in tow, obvious battle prowess, an unspoken bond with his Pokemon, and an unfazed reaction to destruction. The blond had been under the assumption, of course, that he would be much more... talkative than this, but people assumed quite a bit about celebrities they'd never known, and a person didn't typically rely on a voice to save the world twenty times over. With the mystery of the st- no, Red's identity lifted, however, he was left with a crippling sense of embarrassment. He'd told the youngest champion in history, the Red, to go take his suicide attempt elsewhere. Leave it to him to make such a stupid mistake; he could only hope the former champion wouldn't go running to the Association to tell them that one of their figureheads was encouraging twenty-year-olds to kill themselves. “Sorry, uh – about what I said earlier, I mean, I didn't know it was... Fuck.”
The young champion stared a bit when the other questioned about him being THE RED, which caused the male to tilt his head to the side in slight confusion --- Was there another Red that he didn't know of? His name wasn't exactly a common one in all fairness so if there was another Red, he'd probably like to meet this person. But upon the other starting to apologise and swear, a smile formed upon the trainers lips as he shook his head before letting out a sigh and scratched at his cheek a bit before grabbing a pen and a piece of paper before writing down on it. [break][break] Red then passed the note towards Zachary "Yup, I'm Red....What's your name and would you wanna battle? You're Pokémon look strong", his hazel eyes stared towards his own reflection that was in the others shades, it was clear that this Champion wasn't going to take a simple denial for acceptance after seeing how powerful the others Pokémon was --- Red always wanted to improve himself, but he by himself had such a strong team, but he also had another thing that other trainers really didn't have. [break][break] Presence, Red's alone rather intimidated other trainers --- There had been a lot of rumours in Lyeant rather recently that there was a trainer that gave of a rather intimidating aura that was always battle hungry, along with the fact that this trainer apparently went through 50 battles in a row with just a single Pokémon without even tiring or changing the Pokémon that he was using. Even with the fact he was going up against a full team of Pokémon. It would be clear to Zachary probably that this person was indeed Red. [break][break] On top of that, it was known that they had a Kanto Dex Holder within the Association, but they never showed faced or even showed up to the meetings unlike Yellow --- Now this explained why. Red never really was the type of person to go to something as mundane as a meeting, he was passionate and was only driven by his emotions and current drive (something that had always stayed the same) to battle.
