Also, the earrings that she wears are made from Donphan ivory, and have belonged to members of her clan for more than one hundred years.
“You’re right, these earrings did belong to one of the first Tamers to ever settle in Blackthorn,” Clair replies with a pensive nod, instinctively reaching up to brush the time-worn heirlooms with her fingers. “As for what they’re made of--I’m going to agree with you. The Elders claim that they were fashioned from the same skeleton that gave our clan the ancient Dragon Fang, but my mother told me that they were actually pieces of Fang, extracted straight from a Gyarados’s mouth.”
Clair shrugs, idly giving the earrings a tap. “If these earrings were made from bone, then they would have turned to dust decades ago. And, despite what my mother says, Gyarados teeth aren’t that tough--they just have a lot. Maybe I should let Roxanne or Roark take a look...”
While Emmet has lived in Unova pretty much his entire life, that doesn’t mean he had fully explored the region. Unova is just that big, plus the fact that his job as one of Gear Station’s Subway Boss meant that he can’t afford to be away for long. It’s hard to recall the last time he had actively decided to travel far from Nimbasa, but he thinks he’s long overdue for one.
After pouring through a couple of travel magazines over at the convenience store within the station -- he makes sure to only do it during his breaks, and only in short periods of time -- Emmet had narrowed down the spots he’s never visited before. He quickly ruled out White Forest, followed closely by the Dreamyard. That left him with two of Unova’s iconic towers.
Well, one of them is a burial ground so... Dragonspiral Tower it is!
Of course, Emmet never planned on going alone. It’s always more fun when you have a companion on these sort of trips, and who better to join him than his own twin brother? He knows that Ingo had a lot of vacation days saved up, so he convinces him to cash in on at least a couple so that they could make the trip up north. Dragonspiral Tower is Unova’s oldest tower, with a rich history that he thinks would interest Ingo.
“It’s supposed to be birthplace and resting grounds of Legendary Pokemon!” Emmet had pitched, showing Ingo a pamphlet he printed out from the web. “C’mon Iggy, there’s so much of Unova we haven’t even seen yet! We can take the Single Train all the way to Icirrus City, then continue the rest of the way on foot! Gear Station won’t implode just because we’re not here for a couple of days!” Emmet might have flashed him the eyes -- to use only for moments where he really wants something -- and had cheered when his twin agreed.
Which is why on the day of the trip, he’s decked in casual clothing. Short sleeved shirt with a jacket on top, comfortable trousers, a grey cap, his good boots and a backpack filled with necessities. Emmet’s practically vibrating with excitement. When was the last time he had an excursion like this just with Ingo? Just some quality time spent with his twin?
Far too long, he thinks and every second counts!
“C’mon Iggy! We gotta get there before the tourists!” Emmet called out, adjusting his pack for the millionth time.
Liah lays on her stomach in Ingo’s carpeted office, her legs kicked up in the air as she puzzles over the comprehensive Nimbasa subway map laid out in front of her inquisitive green-eyed gaze. The Lady’s always been quite the knowledge consumer, thanks to her intensive learning sessions in the Tower, and she isn’t going to wait for Ingo to explain the subway routes to h-
“I’m on break n-oh my.”
Liah hears the door close softly and starts with surprise, turning to see Ingo looming above her, his eyes shining with that classic bemused curiosity as he examines what his guest is learning. Maintaining his small smile, Ingo reaches down…and spins the expansive map around. Liah has been reading it upside-down this entire time.
The Johto native gulps down her embarrassment, speechless as her cheeks turn a definitive shade of pink. Ingo, to his credit, knows not to give the Lady too much grief over the incident as he wordlessly squats beside her.
“I was thinking of places to go tonight–if you’re free,” Liah half-explains, half-sputters in a vain attempt to save her silly blunder. But instead of teasing her, Ingo merely laughs. Catching the grin on his face, the Lady also manages to recover her smile as the Subway Boss runs his gloved hand over the crinkled map.
“Of course I’m free. Show me the places that you had in mind.”
Nimbasa City: The Shining city where lightning sparkles.
Mei usually comes to Nimbasa when she wants to visit Elesa, see a musical, or go onto the Ferris Wheel. She never can stay in the city for the duration of time like she wants. It wouldn’t be considered a big deal to her, but she has not been able to see her two dearest subway bosses.
Ingo and Emmet are the owners of the Gear Station. The brown-haired woman has challenged numerous stations before and has even made it all the way to battle with both of them. Mei was not exactly great at remember that both the bosses are exactly alike except that one wears a white conductor’s uniform, while the latter wears a black similar uniform.
Nonetheless, she still is always happy to see them both, since they are both quick to fix her mistake with a slight chortle. And the only way she can know exactly who is who is by the way Ingo reacted to her homemade sugar and chocolate chip cookies. He seemed to overact a bit to each bite, but there was still enjoyment in seeing them both eat her cookies.
For this visit, Mei decided she shall track the twins down. It was time for them to at least catch up a little, maybe even introduce him to a Kalos Pokémon she has from her journeys. “I wonder where they could be… Wait,” she slapped a palm to her face while shaking her head, “why didn’t I go to the obvious place? The Gear Station, Mei.”
Suddenly, a slight pat was felt on her head. She quickly removed her hand from her face, being met with a figure wearing an all-black uniform. Isn’t it too warm to be wearing this? She looked up to see the familiar face while shaking her head.
It was dark out, and quiet, and eerie. Cheren was in a forest that never seemed to end. He thought he saw something in the direction he was going. It was some sort of light… a very strange light that he couldn’t quite place. It felt off to him, and he was eager to find out what it was. If his hunch was correct, it was a pokemon. And he had an idea of what kind it would be.
But his own flashlight went out, and now he was walking in the dark. He didn’t own any fire types—perhaps he should change that. It was especially hard to see tonight because it was cloudy, and he only hoped that it didn’t rain or snow.
While he was walking, he heard footsteps. They were approaching closer, or he was—it was so hard to tell. The trees made it even harder to figure out where another person would be. And of course, he had to be careful not to run into a tree, but—
It was too late. He ran into a… moving tree?
❛ Wait, you’re a person? A walking, living human being? ❜ he wanted to make sure. They were rather tall… they almost blended into the trees. He was 5′10 and he thought he was decently tall, but now he felt awfully short.
Jayden had been roaming around Nimbasa for the last two hours with the guitar cases strapped to his back. It had been a while since he just strolled, just to relax for a few minutes or hours and take in scenery. He’d been working a lot, preparing to release his next album, so he hadn’t had much of a break in the last few weeks. But today was a bit different. He told himself that he needed it, because he was getting tired.
But that was alright, he would make it, he always did. The rockstar hummed to himself, finding his feet carrying him to a familiar coffee shop he stopped at on a semi-regular basis. It was on the way to the studio from his apartment, so he frequently stopped for a coffee…sometimes it had to be a double shot. But that was the beauty of caffeine.
Stopping by for another small coffee, he was sipping on it as he walked. The melodies that played in his head were soft, unlike the ones he heard in the studio. His inspiration had been all over the place lately, not that he complained. It made his life interesting, and he loved that about his job. It was almost like chance, really, that he found his lucky break and he was grateful for it every day.
But he nearly dropped his damn coffee when a long black coat caught his attention. Ingo…that was Ingo. He’d remembered talking to him a while ago. How long had it been anyway? Not wasting any more time, the rockstar strolled up as fast as possible to catch up to him, giving him a bright smile. “Hey, long time no see! What’s up Ingo? How’ve ya been?”
Three (and that one half a glass she put down somewhere and lost, but who’s counting?) cocktails later and Cynthia finds herself playing hazy DJ by the edge of the pool. Who knew that you could hook speaker’s up to work wirelessly through a poketch? Calem had shown her how, perhaps she’d misjudged that boy. He had bountiful youth-knowledge that she had underestimated him of.The sun had set, bathing the house in twilight. The fairylight’s glow dancing off the surface of the pool that currently only contained her Milotic, it seemed no one was quite drunk enough to dare it yet. A highly romantic setting, Cynthia ponders to herself, a perfect opportunity and before she knows it she’s summoned Ingo over.“Gimme a slowdance song…” she slurs, less eloquent than her sober self. Ingo notices and raises his eyebrows at her. “Oh like you aren’t tipsy yourself you giraffarig!” He is quiet for a long time before answering; “I’ll keep you safe?”
“Hmmn~ Good choice~” Cynthia reaches up to lightly bat Ingo with the back of her hand. She takes a moment to look pointedly at Matthew and back to Ingo, gives him very smug wink and with that he seems to understand. “You owe me, when you’re done go see if Barry would get down with Calem. I asked at the Christmas party and I don’t remember if he’s that way inclined or not…” “Cyn, I appreciate the gesture.” Ingo begins, his tone firm and reasonable as always. “But could you refrain from winking for the next half hour? It’s getting out of hand.”
