Invasion: Start

The morning after the meteor shower, things start as they always do. Union’s gearing up for another day: people going to work, shops opening, kids heading to school, and foremen getting their crews to work on the last of the damage left by Kyurem’s rampage through the city. It’s just an ordinary day, with only a passing thought given to yesterday’s odd occurrences by anyone outside the scientific and psychic communities. There’s some very real theories floating around there, but there’s little real chance at anything solid coming from the discourse. At least, until reports start coming up Route 1 from the single port started by one Union entrepreneur two years ago. It’d grown quickly with Gigan help, seaborne trade flowing up the lone road, and now it was completely overrun.

Panicked sailors and land crew come streaming up the way, nursing hundreds and hundreds of Bug-type induced injuries. Beedrill stings, Spinarak bites, and photographs of several enormous members of a new species that’d yet to be recorded quickly circulate and prompt Council response. Whatever these things are, they’re clearly hostile and the risk of damage to the city itself seems likely given how quickly the port had been overwhelmed.

With the city still shaken by Kyurem’s attack, the Council wasted no time. The call to arms was put out and trainers hastily sent out to deal with the sudden intrusion. Anyone willing and able to fight was asked to head down the road as quickly as possible, with the intent of sorting this out and either diverting the tide or stopping the invasion cold. The road itself is deserted, abandoned wagons left in a hurry, and not a single wild Pokemon can be heard for miles. It’s almost like they were aware something big was coming, and even the more aggressive types clearly opted to clear out.

When it comes into view, the port itself seems to be in particularly bad shape. Smoke rises up into the horizon, and hundreds and hundreds of Bug types swarm all over the structures, chewing away at the wood and stone. But perhaps the most troublesome sight is the beings that are overseeing the attack. Several members of the new species, fifteen feet tall at minimum, twenty at the peak, direct the swarm in its efforts. And further out to sea, a singularly massive specimen, some forty feet tall, watches it all, hunched forward, dark eyes gleaming with interest as its minions go to work…

Let There Be Light (Tenebris & Lumens - Sanctuary)

[The change in seasons, from summer to autumn, was subtle to most people who lived and thrived on the lands across the continent. The heat of the season still lingered, but with each passing day it seemed that the winds grew brisker and dusk came just a little quicker. But, in the winding streets of Sanctuary, both Magi and Earthkin alike expressed their deepest, most heartfelt emotions in a rare show of unity between the two populations-- for charms and solemn ceremonies of Tenebris, conducted to honor the fallen from the ancient cataclysm that rent the world asunder, didn’t discriminate between those born in the gleaming towers and those born on the streets. The week long remembrance and the celebration that followed was the only time of the year when everyone could set aside their frustrations and treat everyone as equals.

Even the city itself seemed changed. Shopkeepers and housewives scoured and scrubbed every surface on their homes and the lands surrounding them, and even the students at the Academy took time in between their studies to sweep out their rooms and dust off their bookshelves. Tenebris was more than a memorial, but a celebration of new beginnings as well.

Then, at midnight on the last night, the somber silence that had befallen the city suddenly broke with an explosion of lights and colors-- for Lumens had come, and the celebration of Sanctuary’s founding and it’s promise to preserve and share the light of knowledge with the world had begun. Colorful lanterns gleamed at every street corner, and few could be recognized behind the brilliant masks they had donned for the second week of celebration.

And, on the eve of the equinox that fell on the last day, the whole of the city gathers together as one body and releases a flurry of lanterns to dance among the stars in the night as a renewal of that ancient promise the Seer had made to the world: The towers would exist so long as there was knowledge to preserve, and the curious were welcome to come and seek it. The heart of the city would beat proudly for them, and anyone in time could come to understand it.]

It's a Small (Brave New) World After All - 2nd Annual World's Fair

[It’s been a long year in this brave new world, in which the known span of human civilization has expanded more than ever before - but also come together. Between the attacks on Glacier and Union and the war with Gigas, an event like the World’s Fair feels especially poignant.

Union is making the best of it, too. Hosting the Fair for the second year in a row, the organizers have decided to use this attention to show off their newly rebuilt city, encouraging visitors to tour their refurbished industrial district and enjoy local culture at a theater or on the radio. Once more, said Entertainment District has decided to play host, and any number of booths and stalls can be seen lining the streets, with special discounts available to fairgoers at local businesses.

Excitement is running high - but so is tension. Gigas has been formally invited this year, and accepted with gusto; so has Glacier. Gigan tourists are easily identified by the propensity they have for taking pictures of everything (using much smaller cameras than anyone in Union has ever seen!) and for conversing in very loud voices about how quaint and old-fashioned and charming everything is. Will the goodwill the two cities forged after the Emperor’s fall manage to withstand the might of Gigas’s nationalism? Only time will tell.

Time, and the goodheartedness of the Union people. It’s time for the second World’s Fair!]

Something Psychic This Way Comes (Nightmare Catch-All)

The people of Union have had an odd week. While it was nice to cap things off with the knowledge that Gigas is not going to try and invade them again (for now), the population has had to deal with a different sort of intruder. Namely, Abra. Abra teleporting anywhere and everywhere. Abra teleporting places to try and hide.

Absolutely terrified Abra. To say nothing of the dreams the city's Psychic-types have discussed.

And now, as a new week dawns...the nightmares spread to everyone. Without exception. Perhaps you're fortunate and things that go bump in the night don't frighten you, but sleeping brings a sense of dread, and a hazy vision of a world in ruins. Night after night after night. The first one is horrifying for shock value. The next few are horrifying because they won't stop.

How will you deal? Where will you go, in the middle of the night, if you're the sort who tries to clear their heads? Will you share what you've been experiencing or keep it to yourself?

No matter what you do, the nightmares continue. And the Abra continue to shiver.

[[ This is a catch-all post/mingle for people wanting to react to their weird nightmares! As mentioned here, they have now spread to the entire population. Players are welcome to continue making their own posts addressing the nightmares if they prefer. ]]

[002.] text

I've recently come into possession of an intriguing Pokémon. Would anyone be interested in helping me discover its capabilities?

[ No signature. Just.....this. This, on everyone's Warp Bands. Sure, if you look hard enough you can trace the signal, but that doesn't mean much, does it? Who is this "Ken Ichijouji" kid?

Maybe with this, Union will start to learn. ]

[Closed]

Who: Ken Ichijouji & Arachne
What: Clashing and other fun things
When: Late July
Where: around the Verdant Forest

It just amounts to string pulling )

Gigan Mobilization

After weeks of waiting uneasily in the aftermath of the chaotic infiltration of Gigas to right a terrible wrong, the Council finally decided that it’s time to make a move. It's wasn't a decision that they made lightly, but the events in the distant city has proven a point that they had all seen coming:

The time where they could stay in the safety of Union's walls was no more, not when the Gods themselves were far from the infallible beings that they had believed for generations. It was time for Humans to once again take their stand. Joined by their allies from Caldera, Sanctuary, and the other surrounding cities, the people of Union Alliance gathered their supplies and set out west-- toward Gigas. The distant city had not remained silent either, rumors spreading of mobilization, and the fires of war loom as large as the four imprisoned titans over all the land.

The Gods had saved humanity countless times before. It was time that humanity returned the favor.

[OOC: Event Sign Ups are now open! We encourage all players to participate in this pivotal event. You can pick your teams of five yourselves, or you can request to be placed in a randomized pool that will be determined at the end of the sign up period, on 7/15.

An OOC post will be made explaining the next stage in more detail. Please use this post as a catch-all for your IC needs.]

001.

[ A ]

[Arachne hasn't learned all the ways around Union yet, but for the most part, she's purposely stuck to using the streets and alleyways that don't often get attention. Sometimes the rooftops are better, but with the height and distance of some of those towers... sometimes it's better to play it safe.

... Unfortunately that doesn't keep her from being pestered by a particularly insidious Spearow, which followed her down from one of her tower descents and hasn't left her alone since. At first she did her best to ignore him, but finally she rounds on him.]


I don't have anything for you, so leave me alone already! You're all rude little scavengers, aren't you?

[When a stalker is being stalked... it's a rough life. It's also quite an alleyway conversation.]


[ B ]

[There's something relaxing about browsing the merchants stalls in the city. For one thing, it was ample opportunity to get an idea of Union lives, and Arachne needed to find something distracting to get her nerves back in order after issues with birds and sneaky little children.

... Of course, she didn't want to seem too interested in what she was buying either. Some of the stall-keepers had been downright nosy. The sooner she could shut them up with her disinterest, the better. Even so, she sometimes would linger by the nail polish or the hats. It was almost too wide a selection. She had to be careful about this. And some of those price tags...]

[001.] action - library, park, verdant forest

[ a - in the library ]



[ Tucked away in the most obscure corner of the library he could find, someone has set up what looks like a veritable fortress of books in their study carrel. Passersby can't even see the person's head. Just the scratching of what sounds like a quill pen on parchment. Every now and then a book gets added to the pile from behind it, swapped for another brick in the wall.

Unfortunately, the book you came here to get (or a book on a subject you enjoy) is a part of this mighty fortress. Do you storm the castle? ]


[ b - a park in union ]



[ Despite its proclivity for academic pursuits, Sanctuary (or its peasants, anyway) has managed to invent a sport called Foote-the-Balle. First debuted at the World's Fair with an...unusual...projectile, it's more commonly played with a ball made of wood or cloth.

The boy kicking a ball around here has a cloth one. And he's not kicking it so much as doing tricks with it in the middle of the park, to the admiration of a crowd of onlookers. Look, see. He can pass it from one foot to the other in midair. He can bounce it off his chest. Off his head. And when he shoots it -

Well, when he shoots it, you'd better not be in the way. ]


[ c - verdant forest ]



[ The young boy out in Verdant Forest this afternoon bears very little resemblance to the one kicking the foote-the-balle ball around earlier. For one thing, he's in full Mage robes. For another thing, his dark hair is spiky, not lying flat in Waver's a bad haircut. And furthermore, he's wearing a mask across his eyes.

That definitely means he's a completely different person.

He's also clenching his fists and menacing a Bidoof, which doesn't look scared so much as just sad and kind of over all of this. Perhaps it doesn't understand what's wrong. ]
Fool! You're from the Lake Shrine - you have to be capable of learning a Water move! How has your species possibly managed to survive?!

[ And he kicks the Bidoof right in the stomach. It makes a sound like a loaf of bread being socked and rolls over. So he stamps on it for good measure, then stands back. ] Once again from the top. You will learn Water Gun. And then Caldera will pay!

[ From behind a tree, a Venipede watches sadly. ]
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