Reditum Vindex- Closed RP
@heroxftruth
He was not about to let the relics of House Novia be subjected to time and the elements. The thought of them succumbing to wear by the elements- or worse, from tampering by filthy Pokemon- send a shudder through him. That freak without a human heart had already run off with one of the artifacts, a bracelet inset with white, opaque stones. Ghetsis Harmonia, descendant of ancient Unovian royalty, was not about to let any more of his heritage be lost forever.
The Shadow Triad had warned him against it, of course. Though they were exceptional guards, they were needlessly cautious. How was he supposed to go anywhere at all on their advice? If they had their way, he’d be squatting in Terminus Cave for who knows how long, waiting for them to bring him news and nourishment. A fallen dragon cannot rise again if its wings are bound, after all.
The castle has already begun to succumb, walls clearly buckling inward, columns shattered, stairs collapsing, when even just the initial ravages from the battle of the Heroes had been devastating. And if that weren’t enough, the League was slowly demolishing the entire structure.
Still, even if his precious relics had been buried, he would find them. He’d clawed his way through mountains of sand to find the treasures in the first place.
Lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the sound of another…
This castle didn’t have her memories, or her experiences -- apart from the battle that had thrown the throne room into ruin -- but it had become a point of fascination for the champion that she couldn’t quite explain. Perhaps she had assumed N would come back to the place he had been so terribly mistreated in finding himself, or perhaps she was particularly vexed by the train on the basketball hoop. Perhaps she was holding onto the one piece of the journey that she had taken -- the one good part.
That one good part, though, had left on Zekrom’s back, to find some better future. Ironically enough, she too was momentarily too lost in her own musings to note the sound of footsteps down fancy (though slightly dilapidated) marble floors. (Thankfully, she seemed to pull out her own thoughts faster than her potential adversary, and she took time to duck into the nearest room, blue eyes wide.)
Trainer? Some member of Plasma coming back to loot? The leader himself? N? She wasn’t sure-- steeling herself, she pulls long strands of brown away from her eyes so she can peek around the corner.
Shit.
