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[lxst-explorer]

Closed starter for @mxstball

It was chance that had led to Amethio hearing a specific name in his travels...A woman named Zinnia, supposedly a member of the ancient Draconid people who had ties to Legendary Pokémon. She also happened to serve as Pacifidlog Town's Gym Leader, he believed. And, according to some people, she could be a bit...Wild, or so they said.

The Draconids...They worshipped the Legendary Pokémon Rayquaza, didn't they? They likely knew about the Black Rayquaza, then...The one that served as the explorer Lucius's partner. One of the legendary Six Heroes...But, more importantly, there was a chance Zinnia might know about Zygarde, too.

At least...Amethio wanted to hope that she knew something. He was running on zero leads right now, even though he'd found a handful of the White Zygarde's Cells for the Zygarde Cube now. His grandfather's partner Pokemon, the one who oversaw and protected the world's ecosystem...He needed its help to stop the threat of Laquium. To stop the one who had usurped his grandfather's dream for his own goals...

"...There! Corviknight, go ahead and land on that town on the water!"

Finally...He'd managed to reach Pacifidlog Town. His Corviknight had earned a long rest for flying him all this way...So, he would thank it with a gentle stroke of its head, before recalling it into its Poké Ball. Then, he would head to the town's Gym, aiming to ask the first person he came across about Zinnia; with any luck, maybe they'd be willing to point him her way.

Though...He'd need to try his best to put on a polite front. He wasn't the best with people at times, so first impressions would likely be important at a time like this.

"Excuse me. I apologize for bothering you...But, would you happen to know where I could find this Town's Gym Leader? I would like to speak with her, as soon as reasonably possible."

[iruludavare]

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@mxstball

Angelica would find herself on Sinnoh, having just finished some 'work' that required her presence to be around in this region in particular, and got paid a generous sum for it. A bit disappointing that she ended it too quickly, as she now has too much time on her hands.

That being said, while she was walking with Titania by her side, a thought did come across her. What route was she in again? She would then check on her gps, and it would show that she is currently in Route 216. Now, why does that sound so familiar...?

'if you ever find yourself in northern Sinnoh, there's this lounge in Route 216. It's a bit out of the way, but you're more than happy to go there and ask for me'.

Oh, right. What Heidi recommended back then. Since she's now curious if the lounge does exist around here, she would then go and take a look.

"Hm." One of her burner phones would ring. A message, it seemed. Hence, she would pick it up, her expression being one of curiosity.

Seems that it was a message for 'Morgan'. She hadn't opened it yet, but it likely might be from Heidi herself, as she did shared her both Vivian and Morgan calling cards, or from Dinah.

"... Talk about coincidence." She spoke dryly, before then opening and reading the message.

[cosmoxdrome]

@mxstball liked for a starter from Byte

"What's with that look, kid?" Seriously? What was up with these self-righteous protagonist types and the intense glares? All because she was wearing a Team Rocket uniform. Talk about rude. "Let me guess, you want a pokemon back or something."

[fvstofjustice]

@mxstball has liked for a starter (for Tor).

Ivor just finished up a lesson with his mentees, pausing when he noticed Tor appear. "Hello there! Are you interested in joining the Fist of Justice?" He exclaimed, greeting Tor.

[the-poke-nebula]

@mxstball (cont. from X)

"...up. Get up!"

The unconscious Rayquaza, upon returning to the land of consciousness, would feel the brush of hands against his face, and the shaking of his large head. As vision would clear, it would reveal a great big hole in the sky; something that the Rayquaza had made just prior... and someone completely new.

"Get up, and tell me... What happened here?"

[lunxrecho]

@mxstball, from here

Oh. At least this one wasn’t immediately hostile. That, at the very least, was a relief. But for a moment, there would be no noise other than a faint breeze passing through her hair as she thought about how best to answer the other’s question.

“My name… if I could give it to you, I would. But if you must address me as anything… I am known by most as the ‘Fallen Saintess.’ I come from beyond the shattered boundary, but as I have no better way to pass the time, I crossed the wall. I wished to see what was once inaccessible to me, perhaps because I was hoping for something new.”

It might not be the most convincing reason, but it was an honest one. Though, if one was observant, there was a heavy atmosphere that surrounded this unexpected guest. Something like a languishing ennui, or a permeating sense of grief. Something that was, perhaps, better left unsaid.

[divinusincognitus]

@mxstball

Since when was the last time she had found herself in this place? Spear Pillar. A monument of reverence, of ancient wonder... Once. At least before its ruination. A mixture of fine emotions, memories... and rot was something she had felt the moment she had stepped foot before the ancient ruins, after long since she had abandoned her throne to walk among the mortal plane.

It was more of the third, of course, on a creeping, intensifying surge, but... The rot is under control. For now.

She would have had enjoyed a moment of nostalgia in this place. After all, this place also was and is still, the gateway to the Hall of Origin. Home. Yet what of nostalgia, if all she could remember was eras of solitude when she was on her throne?

The Pathfinder's moments of nostalgia and of surging rot would be interrupted, when she had felt a presence, just close by, to which she would then turn around to face whoever it was that had unintentionally interrupted her.

"... Curious." She began. "Not many come to this place nowadays. Usually its either something critical or of utmost importance happening here, or for personal reasons. I wonder which one of those would be the reason for you?"