Lerouge — Roleplayer Guild

Mt. Pyre

The impressive visage of Mt. Pyre was reflected in the brown eyes of Ian, who stood transfixed by the power of the mountain’s presence. It felt as if the rocky peaks emitted an air that was rolling across the still sea and wrapping its tight grip around the throats of the visitors, daring any of them of speak. A cloud of uneasiness seemed to be surrounding the group pushing them into a tight huddle in the center of the pier, each seeking the security of their fellow traveler to battle the dark sorrow the cemetery emitted. As Ian scanned the crowd and noticed the endless sea of downturned eyes staring into a vision that was creating an individual battle fiercer than any Pokemon Battle Ian could ever imagine. A surge of uneasiness caused the breath in Ian’s choke to freeze and imagine the worst thought of losing the partner’s at his side. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, and the painful image of losing his own friends swam before his eyes and as if his Pokemon could sense his uneasiness and Jolteon and Kabutops pressed against their trainer. He could hear their thoughts in his own mind, reassuring that his decision to hunt such powerful Pokemon and put them all in risk was not simply his own. A surge of overwhelming love filled Ian with warmth and creating a barrier against the dim surroundings as his eyes sought his final partner. 

“Gengar..?” Ian whispered in concern at the sight of his final Pokemon floating completely still above their heads with her bright red eyes focused on an unknown distraction across the water. The Pokemon’s giant grin remained, and Ian turned his gaze to try and catch the sight, but all he could see was the silent water and darkness. “What do you see?”

He turned his gaze toward the holowatch and took advantage of the updated information he had just received on the area. A glowing screen appeared before him forming a shape mimicking the mountain standing before Ian. The small version was much less impressive and with a swipe of his free hand was replaced with words scrolling up and vanishing like the credits of a movie film.

Mount Pyre
pahyuh r mount 

Home to one of the largest Pokemon exclusive cemeteries known to be created and the Ghost-type Gym Leader of Hoenn: MacKenzie Guthermuth. Mt. Pyre has been considered a protected site by the Hoenn Rangers and any construction is completely forbidden in the surrounding areas. The land once shared with the Hoenn Safari Zone, but after a surge of outrage and protesting, the project was shut down and relocated. The grounds are currently considered a protected home for all Ghost-type Pokemon in the region and protected fiercely by the leader’s powerful Pokemon.

The final words vanished and with a beep the Holowatch’s screen turned black and fell back toward his waist and turned back toward Gengar with a gentle smile. “So that’s it? You can sense the Gym Leader’s Pokemon.” Ghost-type Pokemon are some of trickiest to raise and tend to be much less desired by trainers simply because of the idea that they are ghosts and spirits. Generally, ghost Pokemon tend to be divided into two groups, both promoting a negative light as either sources of fear or nuisances set on causing mischief. Ian had noticed similar issues raising Gastly and then Haunter where she was more focused on playing rather than training. Her power was so immensely different than the brute force and speed of Kabutops and Jolteon that she lacked an outlet for her to practice her abilities. Perhaps this was finally a chance for her to test her merit as a Ghost-type. 

Gengar turned her head toward Ian, and the two held a gaze before the two smiled, they both knew what was going to happen, and it brought a sense of familiarity to the moment. She turned her back to the group and took off across the water leaving the group with a familiar face of annoyance and panic. Ian turned toward Kabutops, and the Pokemon walked over toward the pier and slid into the water and vanishing causing a ripple to break the still tranquility of the water.

"I guess it's just the two of us," Ian muttered toward Jolteon as the two turned their face toward the mountain to have the image changed with the distant appearance of the ferry breaking the scene. The ferry stood out like a drop of ink on a sheet of white, however, in this situation it seemed it was the paper that was black. The machine floating across the water with a fluidity mimicking a cartoon ghost, smooth and uninterrupted by any waves in the sea. A vessel of bright white leading heavy hearts seemed too cliche; however, it was merely a coincidence. The ferry arrived with a gentle bump against the dock began permitting the group entry to smiling faces by a crew that was both unwelcome and unreturned. Ian was among the last to enter and found people shuffling into their own respective corners and creating space from their fellow traveler as if the brightness of their new surroundings had freed them from their reverie from the docks. 

"Welcome to the Pyre Docks Ferry." A booming voice rang out through unseen speakers as the ship had secured the final passengers and took off from the docks. "Please keep all limbs within the ferry while we remain in motion. For those passengers on the starboard bow remain cautious of your footing as the floor may be wet. Enjoy your trip and best of luck to any challengers of the Mt. Pyre Gym." A sparkle of static marked the end of the broadcast and silence fell as they picked up speed. Ian and Jolteon walked out of the entry lobby and found a door leading to the outside portion of the boat and made his way through to a wall of cold air slamming into him. A chill swept through his skin as they made their way out and watched as Mt. Pyre began to grow steadily larger. It seemed that the other passengers preferred the warmth and security of the indoor lobby as Ian was the only person outside and he made his way toward the very front railing and stared over the edge into the water. 

Did Kabutops find Gengar?

Please don't let them be getting into trouble.

Ian sighed gently and stared at the horizon counting each moment that passed as he was trapped on this ferry. He could sense that Jolteon was equally as uneasy, this was not Unova and while the two had been sent off alone together many times this was a new land.

Jolteon leaped onto the railing and with expert balance slide it's head under Ian's neck affectionately rubbing against his trainer as Ian smiled.

"I know... they will be fine. I guess we should be worrying about the possibility of a gym battle, huh?" Ian asked his partner who stood up straight at the word battle and sent sparks erupting around the two. The Pokemon's immense control of it's electricity was amazing as the bolts surrounding the two but left Ian completely unharmed and roaring with laughter. "I'm excited too. Let's hope we can find some answers while we are here though." Jolteon nodded and turned it's gaze toward their destination, which was coming closer with each passing minute and had come to life with signs of activity. 

Their destinated seemed less calm and instead felt more dangerous than it did from a distance. Each movement in the corner of your eye felt like your mind was slowly playing tricks on you, and the unwelcome question seemed to plague the mind "Ghost Pokemon or real spirit?" There was a distinct difference that Ian had remained quite wary, a habit left from his days as a young boy fearing the boogie man the nights he was stuck home alone. The irony that he was now an owner of a ghost-type Pokemon wasn't lost and was one of the reasons that drove Ian to pick such a unique typing. It is always better to remember your fears are never truly as scary in real life as they are in your mind. Ian's eyes scanned the shoreline as they arrived at the docks trying to notice any signs of Kabutops or Gengar nearby but was unsuccessful, wherever the two had gotten it was much deeper inside. 

"Let's find them quick," Ian whispered toward Jolteon as the ferry nudged against the docks of their destination and halted to a stop. Jolteon leaped from the deck of the boat and landed neatly upon the pier and waited for Ian, who was waiting for his chance to disembark behind the cloud of visitors blocking the exit and attempting to avoid the cruel reality behind their visit. All Ian could do was remain respectful as his mind rushed trying to imagine the first place the last members of their team had gotten.
Lerouge Member

Status

Bio

Most Recent Posts
