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In ~The Littlest Dictator~ → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Marla took in the scene with dismay. With the boat wrecked and Marco gone, it didn't seem like they were going anywhere anytime soon, and when Hugo turned on Hanjae and her she could only shake her head.

"No lo sé, Hugo. Lo siento," she said.

Glancing again at the wreckage, she swallowed, then looked down the river they came. They'd sailed too far to cover on foot in one day, and their camping supplies had been on the boat. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like they had a better option at the moment, so it was between tracing the river bank and counting on Hugo's map and compass. Hugo, though, was in no state to be leading the scientists out of the forest at the moment, and Marla wondered if there was anything she could say to help him ground himself. After all, given that they were probably dealing with poachers, the chances of Marco being alive still were slim to none.

Marla's eyes caught on something on the ground, and she froze. "Hold on, Hugo, mira. Footprints."

Indeed, at the edge of the greenery were a set of footprints leading into the forest, and Marla walked towards them, brows furrowed.
In [5e] Peasants of Mass Destruction → 5 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Interest Checks
@Mae I'm going to withdraw my interest from this RP because of a lack of time. Best of luck though!
In ~ Phantom Thieves of London: The Calling ~ → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Merja “Mer” Aaltonen
Evergreen Gymnasium || Thursday Evening

“Maintain your distance!”

Sibella’s voice rang over the sliding and clanging in the gymnasium as fencing practice went on, the captain herself patrolling the outskirts as the various duos attempted engagements and change of engagements with their blades. While the gymnasium did its job housing the basketball team, being tall and spacious with its foldable stands, the floor had proven too slippery for proper fencing, forcing the team to resort to mats that they rolled out and cleaned up for every practice. Though the team had been requesting their own room for some time now since both the dance and cheer teams had their own practice rooms, the school had largely stayed silent. In recent years, though, they seemed to be more receptive to the idea, and just last year they said that they would be willing to look into the project provided the fencing team continued to bring in titles as they’d done.

This was, of course, only one of the reasons why Sibella was pushing the team so hard, the other being that it was her default nature. As the newly-appointed captain of the team, she was the one in charge of motivating the group when the coach wasn’t around, and her strictness went a long way to keeping the team in line when the coach wasn’t around. Mer, for one, hated to get on her bad side. She’d been on the receiving end of Sibella’s silent disapproval before, and while that was never pleasant, even worse was her penchant for—

“You. Campbell. Do you not understand how to maintain distance?”

The room stopped, turning to look at where the dark-haired captain had stopped in front of a training duo, one arm set on her hip. As her back was turned on most of the team, Mer couldn’t see her expression, but from the way Campbell cringed, Mer could guess.

“Byrne. Give me your sword.”

Sibella held out a palm towards the boy across from Campbell, who quickly turned over his blade and backed away.

“Now, everyone, distance is important. So important that it should be called common sense,” Sibella said, giving the blade a slight flick. “It’s one of the first things a fencer learns, and if you don’t keep your distance…”

She rushed forward, her sword sweeping towards Campbell, who tripped over himself in his haste to dodge her. He landed on the mat, his sword sliding away from him, and Sibella turned around, handing her sword back over to its owner.

“Your opponent gets to use that to their advantage. So, if you don’t want to get attacked off-guard, make a habit of keeping a safe distance.”

While sweeping over the team, Sibella’s eyes caught on Mer’s and stayed there, prompting Mer to nod emphatically when Sibella finished. The last thing Mer wanted to do was fall out of favor with Sibella, which was strange to even think. After all, just last year she’d been the one Sibella tended to pick on, but the now-captain seemed to have changed her mind about Mer sometime during her rise to captainship. Whatever it was that made her stop choosing Mer as her ‘training dummy,’ Mer was grateful for it.

“Continue on,” Sibella said, and the room did.

Courtyard || Friday Noon

The courtyard was spacious enough to disperse the sound of the many students that sat and chatted in it at lunch, and Mer barely registered the din of other conversations in the background as she bit into her sandwich. Next to her on the bench was Holly, who was currently picking through her pasta salad disinterestedly, glancing at the tables around them. Their other friends sat across from them and were currently engaged in some heated debate about something philosophical, which was Addison’s specialty, which meant that at the current moment he had all but set his food aside in favor of reciting some quote anyone else would have paraphrased.

“He’s at it again,” Holly said, spearing a piece of pasta with her fork. “I really thought he’d change before his final year, but nope.”

“Addison still really likes philosophy,” Mer said, taking another bite of her sandwich.

Holly rolled her eyes. “And you’re still deflecting. I wasn’t talking about his love for philosophy, I was talking about his rambling, and you know that.”

She sighed, pushing the piece of pasta off her fork in favor for a piece of carrot. “Well, some things never change, like my mom’s supremely unhealthy pasta salad. Is it too much to ask that she buy whole wheat? Or lay off the butter?”

“She might think it tastes better that way,” Mer tried.

“And she’s lucky I’m still living at home. I can’t wait for when I can graduate and move.”

The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, and the shuffle of Evergreen students packing up for class broke out.

“Say, Mer, you have Roscoe right? For psych?” Holly asked.

Mer looked up from where she was stuffing her lunchbox into her bag. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, funny thing, I heard from a friend that some girl a couple years ago got suspended because of him. Apparently she called him a creep or something. ”

“Creep?”

“Crazy, right? I never had him, but from what I’ve heard he’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” Mer echoed as she slowly zipped up her bag.

“Well, thought I’d bring it up because it was interesting. See you tomorrow,” Holly said, leaving with a wave.

“See you,” Mer said, waving as well. Then, adjusting her backpack strap, she headed to class, a frown on her face.

Courtyard || Friday Afternoon

Mer spent her afternoon, as usual, somewhere on campus studying as she waited for fencing practice. Though she used to dislike the time slot her sport occupied, she’d gradually gotten used to it, and now she was even thankful for it. While it made heading home a hassle, having practice later in the day encouraged her to stay at school longer, and she found herself naturally inclined to spend that time doing homework and studying. That she had people around her at all times motivated her to keep her focus, and Mer was pretty sure that the afternoon was now when she was most productive.

Currently, Mer was looking over her notes for chemistry, trying to piece together the necessary bullets to solve the homework problem she was stuck on. She flipped a page, flipped back, then sighed, sitting back on the bench and looking around. Maybe she’d take a walk and refill her water bottle.

A pair of familiar silhouettes caught her eye, and she paused, staring. From the height difference and pale hair, they looked to be Alex and Ava, since those were traits Mer tended to associate with the duo. However, the two were gone the next moment, having turned the corner, and Mer dismissed the thought. There was no reason for them to head to the school offices, after all.

The appearance of a fedora-wearing boy, though, took Mer aback, and she watched as he too disappeared around the corner. Judging by his pace, it seemed like he was following the two that turned the corner earlier, and though Mer wasn’t sure that those two were Ava and Alex, she was pretty sure that there was only one boy who sported a fedora at Evergreen, and she’d met him on Monday with Ava and Alex.

Packing up her stuff quickly, she rose, heading towards the corner all three had turned. She had a whole afternoon of time, after all, so a little break here couldn’t hurt.
In [5e] Peasants of Mass Destruction → 5 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Interest Checks
@Mae Interested as well
In Pokémon: Start → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Route 5 || Day 3: Night || @PlatinumSkink

“That’s right, I’ll be working, and Eri here will be watching,” Eryn said, glancing at Eri, who was fixated on the sailor’s face as the sailor continued on.

“Consider the unexpected expected,” Eryn said, grinning. “Let’s do this.”

Glancing out the window to the darkened skies, Eryn frowned, then squatted down to Dei. “Hey, Dei, would you mind being returned for the time being? I’ll pull you out for any battles we might get into, but otherwise your tail’s gonna be a dead giveaway that we’re coming.”

Dei nodded, shooting a glance towards Kylie and Eri. “Char,” he said, then turned back to Eryn with a nod.

“Great,” Eryn said, rubbing the Charmander’s head. “Thanks, Dei.”

Then, after returning Dei, Eryn turned to her other Pokemon. Eri would undoubtedly be useful, seeing as he could see in the dark. After all, he’d lived in the Infested Woods, and Eryn had seen for herself how little light penetrated the wood’s inner sanctums. His ongoing staring, though, was beginning to make Eryn regret telling him to try and pick up facial features since she’d forgotten how fixated he tended to become when given a task. Sure being able to invent a new face would go a long way to helping him become a trainer himself, but the way he was going about it, he made it seem like she’d test him again before bed. Not that she wouldn’t ask him after they finished their patrol, but… alright, seems like he had her there. Patience was a virtue she didn’t have.

“We’ll probably see a few cool Pokemon around here, so take notes, alright?” Eryn said, winking.

Eri paused, then nodded, which brought a grin to Eryn’s face.

“Awesome. I’ll be counting on you to be my eyes anyway, so bonus task,” she said, then turned to Kylie. “You ready to show those Carvanha who’s boss?”

“Maw!” Kylie said, smiling as she flashed her fangs.


In Pokémon: Start → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Route 5 || Day 3: Evening || @PlatinumSkink

Braith’s purple dragon-looking Pokemon was a dead giveaway as to his experience since most dragons didn’t start looking fierce until they were full-grown. Talking with him further proved his experience, and she realized that, in a way, this was the closest she’d ever come to talking to a champion, save for the Elite Four member she’d met back in Kalmia’s lab. She listened to his tips, rapt, making mental notes pretty much everywhere. By the end of it all, she wondered how she could have managed without his expertise, and she only remembered to ask him for his contact information after he mentioned his future Pokemon League challenge.

“After you gave me all those free tips? I’m pretty sure I’m in your debt now, so if you ever need the sort of help a rookie trainer could provide, ring me up,” Eryn said with a grin. “Really, really nice meeting you. Hope your Cloyster wipes the floor with Lesley’s dragons! Bye!”

With that, she skedaddled out of the diner before Braith could voice any further questions about Eri’s silence. Eryn’s excuse about Eri being shy might have worked once, but she didn’t want to push her luck. After all, bringing around a mute doppelganger was a whole other level of weird, which is why Eryn turned back to look at Eri on their way to the Lakewatcher Base, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

“Say, Eri, would you be able to mimic multiple people’s traits at once? Like, for example, turn my—well, your, but—ugh, whatever, you get what I’m saying right? Turn your hair another color, change your eye color, nose shape, etcetera etcetera,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Eri with thoughtful eyes, nodding as Eryn spoke and pausing when she finished. Then, straightening, he closed his eyes for a moment, then rubbed at his nose before shrugging.

“No can do?” Eryn asked.

Eri shook his head, then pointed at his nose, then his eyes, then some passing people on the street.

“Right, that makes sense.” Eryn looked around, then shrugged. “Be kind weird to stare at people at this hour, so how about we just continue on and you focus on recording possible features or edits?”

Eri nodded, and Eryn smiled.

“Excellent, on we go,” she said, hefting the Onix egg. “This thing is so much harder to carry than Tula. Hate to say it, but at least Tula doesn’t seem like she’ll break if I drop her. No offense, Egg. Dumont. Peri. Monty. Per-per. How about I just call you Perty for now, huh? What do you say, Perty? Until I get your gender, we’re going with this strange amalgamation, alright?”

The egg couldn’t respond, of course, but Eryn continued on with a grin, stopping by the Pokemart to buy some supplies before heading to the Lakewatcher Base. Though her eyes lit up at the sailor’s mention of pay, sliding over to Eri as she grinned deviously, the rest of the conversation reminded her of why she should think better of it. For one, Eri had no Pokemon, and though Eryn could lend him one of his teammates, he’d have no way of communicating with them on the field. Maybe with some training and tactic-devising they’d be able to come up with something, but that’d take time, and right now Eryn wanted to go on the patrol and call it a night.

For another, Eryn herself had heard of what groups and people were trying to catch the protected dragons, and they weren’t easy targets. People like the kid she’d battled earlier weren’t the threat. Rather, it was the people who’d caught and sold him his Gible that were dangerous, and for them Eryn knew that she’d need to be on her A-game

“Could I volunteer for patrolling and have my friend come along with me?” Eryn asked. “And would I be patrolling alone, or would there be other volunteers assigned with me? Or would an official patrol member come with me?”



In [GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room → 5 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Pebble “Pebs” Meyers
@Alamantus@Vertigo

As it turns out, fishing for the key wasn’t as easy as Pebs had expected. Down went the hook once, twice, three times before she managed to get the hook down the drain successfully without catching it on the sides. Past that, it still took multiple attempts to figure out where the loop was in comparison to the hook, then some attempts to securely grab it without the hook slipping off. By the time she has it out the grate, which was another struggle in and of itself, she was thoroughly vexed and just about done with the entire situation.

“Let’s grab this stuff and get out of here,” she said, pushing the key into Duncan’s hands and walking over to the strewn pile on the counter. Into her bag went the bare speaker, the pliers, and the C battery, and into her pocket went the tangle of wires after she undid her previous handiwork.

“You think we’ll need this?” Pebs asked, raising the paper diagram from earlier up. “And we can probably put this truck together now since we have enough batteries. There doesn’t seem to be a remote though.”

As she spoke, she slotted the other D battery into the truck, then looked for a place to place the hook.

“Screw this thing back on and we can get going,” she said, sliding the battery compartment lid on the table towards Duncan.
In Groundhog's Day: Apocalypse → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Anthony “Tony” Carter
Main Street || 11:15 AM

Redcap was one of the local bars in Seneca Glen. Being one of the only bars that had both live music and dinner, it was decently popular with both tourists and locals. The problem was that Recap opened at four in the afternoon, and it was currently quarter past eleven in the morning. If Tony was lucky, today was a restock day, which meant Murphy would be in early to oversee inventory delivery. That meant the boss man was in at dawn, which was around when the earliest trucks arrived, and that he’d stay until the early hours of the night when the bar closed, catching a brief break in the afternoon. Tony, then, needed two things: for it to be a restock day, and for it to be a day when Murphy decided to snooze in his office instead of heading home to catch a nap.

“Hey, Murph?” Tony asked, pulling his bike over in front of the bar door and leaning it against the side of the building, his phone and grocery bag in the same hand as he walked over to the door to look in through the glass. “It’s Tony.”

“Tony! What can I do for you? Oh, and great show last night. Regulars loved it, as usual.”

Murphy’s voice was warm and jovial as always, but the lack of noise in the background of the call was pretty disheartening.

“Thanks Murph, and yeah, so, I’m pretty sure I left my guitar in the bar last night. Forgot to stick it into Jake’s car after the show. Any chance I can get into the bar and grab it right now?”

“Oh—oh man. Sorry Tony, I just left the place. On my way home now. Any chance you can get it tonight? I need to let Buster out for the night so he doesn’t piss my place.”

“I can drop by after dinner, probably around seven or eight. Danny’s coming back so I can’t miss it.”

“That’s fine, lemme know. And Danny’s coming back? Bring him around, would you? Been a while since I saw Dan-man.”

“Yeah, I’ll bring ‘im. See ya then, Murph.”

As soon as the call clicked, Tony dialed up Jake again, getting on his bike as he did so. Riding one-handed with a bag of groceries didn’t seem like the best idea, but he’d done worse.

“Yo, Jake, hey. Murph wasn’t in, so I’m getting the guitar after dinner.”

“Yeah, okay, long as you get it. And keep it for the week—get some practice in. Your timing for Nerve is shit, man.”

“But I’m still the best bassist.”

Tony bit back a grin as he waited at a light, watching the cars pass one after another, not a single car breaking rank to turn. On the other side of the phone, he could hear Jake sigh and mutter something, and Tony wondered again whether he could just tell Jake the truth: that high school was years behind them, and so was Tony’s interest in being in some garage rock band. Originally, Tony had seen it as a good way to get his old friends back together, so yeah, he’d even pushed for the idea. Now, though, it felt unnecessary. The bros got together for Friday night football, for Tuesday's bar happy hour, for lots of things other than the band. They weren’t even all in the band—only five people were, and two missed shows all the time, though not together. For Tony, he’d simply grown tired. Playing the bass guitar was cool and all when he was in high school, and yeah it still hooked the odd girl or two after a show, but playing had become a chore. More often than not, their shows were on off days—days when only locals were in town, when only a few people could attend. They simply weren’t big enough to slot the good times, and as much as Tony appreciated the few people that came in, practicing and playing for the same group over and over had lost its edge for him.

Problem was, Tony doubted the group’s friendship would survive it. More than a few friends were loyal to Jake, and Tony got that. Jake’s family was loaded and had started hooking him up with a fat allowance back in high school, which Jake had spent pretty freely back in the day. He was the one who’d pulled the group together, and he’d be one to disband it if anybody could. Trying to quit Jake’s band, which was one of his only passions these days, wouldn’t go over well with Jake. Best case, Jake would snub Tony for a few weeks; worst case, Jake would oust him from the group, and Tony was pretty comfortable with his current life. Whether staying in the band was worth the thankless hours of practice was debatable, but staying was worth keeping Tony’s current life in place.

“Just practice, Tony. Call me when you’ve got the guitar.”

The phone clicked, and Tony slid it back into his pocket just as the light turned green. Now that he had two hands on the handles, Tony wondered whether he’d ever get around to trying a triathlon. Running wasn’t his favorite, but swimming and biking didn’t sound half bad. His current life, though, probably wouldn’t be able to handle the commitment. Between the band and some family obligations, he wasn’t sparing many vacation days or favors to coworkers, after all.

The rest of the bike ride home was pretty fast, and he after he dropped the groceries to his mom he joined his dad in front of the TV to watch football reruns.

“Nice one,” Ben said as the midfielder made a tackle. A can of beer was on the coffee table before him, and Tony briefly wondered how much was left.

“You been keeping up with the season, Tony?” Ben asked, reaching for the can.

“Yeah, mostly. Missed a few games but looked up the score after. We’re doing pretty well this season.”

“Hmph. We’re doing great, you mean. Better than last year, and last last year.”

“Yeah, we’re doing great.”

Ben set the can back down with a light thunk, which said the can was still pretty full. Thank god.

“I watched this game with the boys on Friday, so I’ll go help Mom in the kitchen. She could probably use some help with the lamb.”

“Suit yourself.”

As Tony had suspected, Mary was more than delighted to have an extra set of hands in the kitchen. She had a habit of cooking too much for ‘important meals,’ but Tony appreciated her enthusiasm. At least one person was genuinely happy Danny was coming back to visit.

“Oop, don’t cut yourself!” Mary said, glancing over when Tony picked up the knife to clean the bones on the lamb chops.

Tony laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Mom. I’ve done this before.”
In ~The Littlest Dictator~ → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Poachers—the word sent a pang of anger through Marla. While she knew most hunters were driven to smuggling out of the desire to provide for themselves and their families, empathy never worked as well as facts to convince her, and the facts of the situation left no room for argument: Overhunt and overharvest created imbalances in the local ecosystem that could easily cripple the delicate balance of an environment like the Amazon Rainforest, which supported upwards of ten million species.

However, though she felt a moral pull to stand up for the natural provider of her research, Marla also knew that trying to face down poachers was impossible. Hugo had packed a gun, as all guides did, but whether it was on him or back on the boat was unclear, as was the usefulness of one or two firearms against a whole group. In addition, many poaching groups tended to take liberty with their methods, even resorting to killing witnesses to keep the cash flowing. Not even quietly leaving, then, could be guaranteed, so naturally the hike back to the boat was done in silence, the trio crouched over and nervous as they headed back. With their way back already carved earlier through leaves and branches, following the trail was a simple matter, and soon enough Marla heard the river's sloshing through the leaves, the forest opening to reveal Marco beside the boat, looking warily around him.

"Marco! Untie it," Hugo hissed as he moved beyond the leaves of the forest edge.
In Pokémon: Start → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Route 5 || Day 3: Afternoon || @PlatinumSkink

Running out onto the field, Eryn scooped Dei up around the egg she was holding. “Eek, Dei, you were amazing! A-ma-zing. Stun Spore’s got nothing on you,” she joked, looking him over. While his tail burned brightly and his eyes communicated his pride in his achievement, his movements were shaky at best, and his snort of smoke delayed.

“Right. I’ll get you healed up in a sec, so take a well-deserved rest for now, okay?” she said, returning the Charmander. Then, turning to face the Rune Maniac, Eryn listened to his words, her grin slipping when he got to Tula. Half of her wanted to defend Tula and say she was fully capable, but the other half stuck with facts, namely the one, common knowledge one that said that Magikarp’s strong life forces didn’t equate to strong muscle power.

“Well, that’s fair. I’m not going to agree that Tutu can’t do it, but I’ll agree that it’d be risky for her to since she’s untrained and not the best at defending or attacking. So, how about we trade numbers and I’ll call you when she beefs up?”

After trading details, Eryn headed back to town to heal her Pokemon up, after which she summoned them all for a small congregation in the Pokemon Center to praise them for a job well done in training.

“Tutu—flawless, and we’re going to be working towards that evolution. Probably still a bit off, but that’s never going to stop us. Dei was awesome, of course, and so were you, Eri. We’ll work on the disguises, but you’re doing great for someone who’s human half the time. And, last but not least, we have Kylie, our resident sweeper. Looks like a sweetheart but an absolute monster on the field. Bite against Magnemite—only you, Kylie.”

Fishing out the Soothe Bell, Eryn held it up in front of each of her Pokemon. “Hmm, how about… Tutu. Let’s see if I can—yep, yep, perfect,” Eryn said, leaning back and admiring her handwork. Around one of Tula’s fins was the tied ribbon of the bell, which jingled with the Magikarp’s flopping.

“Perfect. Now, let’s go get some dinner.”

Leading her Pokemon around town, Eryn found someplace that looked between affordable and homey, settling in at a booth with her Pokemon around her before calling out Tula on the inner side of her booth seat. The seating arrangement, then, was Kylie between Eryn and Tula, with Eri and Dei across from them, chattering away in their usual way. Eri’s voice was hushed given that he was in disguise as Eryn and speaking to Dei in the usual Pokemon way, but otherwise the group looked only a bit strange with two lookalike trainers.

Over dinner, Eryn considered her current options with her Pokedex open in front of her. Currently, she had a few things she’d metaphorically signed up to do. One was to find the Moss and Ice Stones, but that would probably have to wait until some other day because after all that training, her team deserved some time off. Another was evolving Tula, but now that she was thinking about it, why couldn’t she just catch a temporary swimmer for her purposes? She wasn’t a bad trainer, after all, and worst-case scenario she’d displace a Pokemon for a day or two. Of course, there was the matter of finding a swimmer willing to get caught and released after taking her and Wilhelm into ruins, but Eryn had confidence that she was at least somewhat likeable. If it came down to it, she could probably bribe a wild with berries.

Most importantly, though, there was the matter of hatching the Onix egg. As much as she wanted to rush everything along, she figured waiting for the egg to hatch might be better done before she went anywhere risky. As such, Mt. Chill and Route 6 were probably best saved for later, as were the ruins Wilhelm had talked about. That left her with a few options, but none of which she was mad about. While she wouldn’t scale Mt. Chill until she had an Onix on hand, she’d pop by the Frozen Caves. The possibility of mining for treasure was pretty alluring, and she figured that’d be something to check out tomorrow. Another option was doubling back into the Wet Caverns, of which she’d explored very little. In fact, in a way, she’d taken the cop-out route. At the very least, she wanted to be able to say she knew how to get through the caverns, because what trainer who passed through them didn’t? Plus, there was the possibility of finding more Pokemon. She’d seen cool Pokemon inside, but currently she could count the number of species she saw on her fingers, and she was sure the caves held more than that. After all, hadn’t she read something about dragons back in Pureplain?

Her final option was the simplest, required the least travel, but she wasn’t mad at all. After all, she’d never gotten the chance to explore Lakewatch, the town of the water and dragons, and here she was eating in a diner instead of scouring the town for whatever it was worth. That said, though, she didn’t exactly know the town well, and the clear landmarks she could see didn’t hold much mystery. Aside from the Pokemon Center and Pokemart, there was the gym, which Eryn knew was a Major League gym run by Lesley, the dragon-type specialist. With over five years too many of school and postponed desire to become a trainer, Eryn had gotten along by watching runs and reruns about Pokemon, trainers, and the Leagues in general. While Dorian’s normal-type Major League gym was the closest to home, Lesley and her Salamence were much more notable, earning fans with the younger trainer generation. Given that Eryn was only just reaching the level where she felt comfortable entertaining the thought of earning some Minor League badges, she didn’t feel too keen on entering a Major League gym, but hey, what was the harm? That said, she figured she’d save it for another day to not spoil the mood. Her Pokemon had just trained and won a succession of battles, and she wanted to save further inspiration for when they needed it again.

The aged tower in the middle of the town was likely the ‘Descent Tower’ the town was known for, which led down to watery ruins below the town. It was also probably the place Wilhelm had talked about exploring, so Eryn figured that’d be something for another day. Otherwise, she’d seen a few things around town she could understand at a glance: the docks, Explorer’s Guide Service, and the Lakewatcher Base. The Explorer’s Guide Service, for one, hadn’t been subtle at all, instead covered with signs touting its services. Given the number of posts and slogans, Eryn was a bit leery of the place, and as much as she wanted information, she didn’t feel like it was fair paying for it, nor did she have enough funds to do so regularly. Paying now meant wanting more later, and it was a slippery slope. As such, she’d continue as she had: finding her own information and getting lost and found if necessary.

The docks were an obvious part of a lakeside town, and they tied directly into the Lakewatchers, the guardians of the lake and its dragons. Although she’d come with the desire to catch a dragon-type, Eryn figured now wasn’t the best time, given that she had an Onix to hatch and raise. She’d stay in town until the egg hatched, so any thoughts of catching another team member were saved for then. However, if the egg still hadn’t hatched by the time she’d explored everything around here, then Eryn might have to reconsider it. Until then, she’d continue with her current plan of exploring the town, and she kept her eyes on the door, watching for another trainer to enter. Hopefully there were some senior trainers around here looking to challenge Lesley who she could rope in for a conversation. Any trainer competing in the Major Leagues was likely well-versed with the landmarks around the area, and it wasn’t like they didn’t need to eat.


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