A Well Earned Celebration

[The battle was over and the god Reshiram defeated, driven away by the aid of Union and its allies. The city was safe, by and large, and as the news spread throughout the peoples of the tundra, they began streaming back into the settlement in droves. Dirty, ash-coated faces were filled with relief and gratitude when they saw that it wasn't just a rumor and that their home had indeed been spared. Not everyone was so lucky, but they'd weathered worse, of course. The people of Glacier endured, as they would always endure, and they were also a people that repaid their debts. And they most certainly all agreed that they owed their rescuers a debt.

So, as night fell after the battle, a great celebration was prepared in the center of Glacier. A wide square was cleared away in a matter of hours, and the people gathered what they could in a show of thanks. Tables of food, bonfires towering into the night sky to keep out the autumn chill, and throngs of cheering wellwishers lined the area. Warriors of glacier, men carrying swords and women all bearing axes offered enthusiastic handshakes and claps on the back. Music of all kinds was played, though tribal tunes full of horn and percussion, chanting and yodeling, and even some brass groups dominated the soundscape.

A platform for various elders was set up, and they offered speeches, of course...but those were somehow dwarfed by the presence of the divine beings that were waiting silently for the proceedings to end. Some of the gods that had come to the aid of the war parties had apparently decided to stay, though their reasons were as mysterious as they themselves. The humans would have their time, and the Servants would mingle freely throughout the evening.

Food, of course, is set out in piles. Meat, fish, arctic berries, and various pastries and the like line table after table. A smorgasbord of Glacier specialties, each with a new and unique flavor all their own, and some (such as the stew) possessing a smell that only a native could probably endure. Akutaq in particular seems to stand out among the worst offenders, but the Glacier natives seem rather fond of it, and offer it to their rescuers with great gusto.

And the rewards do not stop at simple meals. either. As the speeches begin to wind down, a woman some might find familiar walks up onto the stage carrying a singularly massive trunk and dropping it down onto the wood with a heavy thud.]

Southerners! You have done a great deed this day! We, the people of Glacier, would like to thank you and honor your sacrifice! Few would do as you have done, coming to the aide of strangers against the might of that dragon...and you have accomplished something we did not think possible. To that end, we would like to present you with the first of many gifts, a token of our gratitude and a promise that should you need it, we will come to your defense in a time of need!

[And then with a sharp kick, she cracks open the trunk and reveals a veritable treasure trove of three different stones to be distributed by her subordinates.]

Rest well, and enjoy the festivities! You are welcome here, for as long as you like! Eat, drink, and be merry within our halls!

The White Dragon

The people of Union have descended into the besieged city, doing everything in their power to aid the citizens of Glacier yet remaining within. Whether struggling against the invaders seemingly loyal to the White Dragon, or seeking out the injured and lost in need of aid, they take advantage of several hours of relative calm to do all they can. And for a time, it seems to be working - the invaders are not so very strong after all, not against the experienced Unionites who have surpassed everything from human armies to memories of gods.

But perhaps the might of the two combined is an altogether different challenge.


The sensation is felt throughout the whole of the city, the rumbling of the earth itself enough to take down the more unstable buildings in its wake. From any point, at any height, all eyes are drawn to the monstrosity that has descended in the blink of an eye into the still-burning town center. A great, white dragon... Exactly as described by those who had escaped from the city.

Those with sharp eyes will see that standing beside it, there seems to be a human figure.

Its sheer presence is overwhelming. The air around it ripples with an aura of heat, but felt even more keenly than that, there is a devastating sense of raw power and control. This being... this god could burn down the entire earth if it wished. A city of Glacier's relative size... What chance did it possibly have? That the world yet remains standing seems almost a mercy. Its size is immense, its bulk several times larger than that of a Wailord, its height almost seeming to rival the tallest towers of Union, though perhaps this is an exaggeration of the mind.

It takes a step forward, and the earth shudders once more in its wake.

All across the frozen city of Glacier, every individual carrying a Warp Band will suddenly feel the device activate of its own accord as a video feed begins to play. Attempting to turn it off fails, and changing it doesn't seem to work either. Something, or someone, has hijacked the feed and is using it for their own announcement.

A tall, severe looking man stares into the feed, his lone eye seeming to burn with an unnatural fire. And beside him, only its lower body visible, stands the feet of the White Dragon, its fur outlined in crisp detail from this distance. The man gazes steadily forward, eyes yet alight with passion.

"So, it seems that this place has found someone to come to its aid. No matter, our plans will not be disrupted by insects like you. Still, it's good to know that there are humans left that understand the value of kinship with our fellow inhabitants of this world. It brightens my day, you might say, to know that my men have been facing honorable opponents, and not weak cowards that still cling to the old ways.

A pity that when we're done here, we'll have to come for you next. I won't lie to you and say we'll show you mercy, but at least your deaths will be swift."

He smiles then, a thin and grave expression.

Every fiber of those remaining in the city screams to flee from this threat. There is nothing they can do - they must retreat. But though their minds may instinctively beg for such a course of action, to do so means to abandon its people to a fiery demise. Can they truly run from this?

They must choose quickly... and this time, it is not a choice concerning a rabid creature, an angered and wild animal lashing out. This cold and calculated destruction, sanctioned by a god itself, so reminiscent of what was said to have happened in the past. To oppose it, perhaps, means to steer the course of history into terrible new waters. Choose quickly, people of Union. What answer will you find?

((Reshiram is a Legendary, and thus, the normal rules will not apply. It will be able to strike through abilities that would seemingly protect people, and analysts will not be able to sense its weaknesses. It radiates an aura of power that will inspire fear and awe in those who see it. Please be warned that there is a definite chance of injury when attacking this creature; however, despite all this, it is possible to defeat it.

Have fun! And enjoy some mood music.))

The Situation in Glacier

The rescuers have been allowed a night's rest following their arrival on the outskirts of Glacier. Though there is ample evidence of their enemy's presence in the form of burning buildings and ruined settlements, the creature itself appears to have wandered off briefly to wreak havoc in a different corner of the frozen tundra. Or perhaps it was taking a brief siesta following so much exertion - murder and destruction was tiring work. Whatever the case, it seems to be an opportune time to descend into the city and assist those remaining there.

If they are brave, they might even try to take back the city itself. But the primary goal, of course, is to save as many people as possible before the great dragon returned.

The few people of Glacier who had guided them this far point out the less-traveled paths by which it may be possible to enter the city unnoticed. It is determined that they will fan out in groups, both in search of survivors and in search of the companions of the dragon who had so effectively laid waste to the city. Perhaps they might still gain the upper hand.

((You may respond to your threads now! Not all the groups will have immediate mod starters going up, so feel free to initiate threading; a mod will step in as soon as possible. As usual, we will be tagging on a 24-hour basis whether or not all group members have tagged in.

When responding, please list the Pokemon your character is bringing with them.

While the final portion of this event will go up on Sunday, October 4th, please also feel free to continue tagging this portion of the log as these threads will almost certainly not be finished yet.))

Event - The White Dragon Travel Log

[It's a lengthy journey even by air, that our intrepid heroes find themselves on. The veteran fliers set a quick, but not grueling pace at the suggestion of the Valkyries. Arriving to a battleground when a god had taken the field tired was not wise, they'd said, and who could really blame them? The prospect alone of facing down one of the beasts of legend would be enough to send most men fleeing in the opposite direction, but one who was working with a human? That was all the more reason to make sure that proper care was taken on the trek. And so for a day the party traveled, a caravan of birds, dragons, reptiles and the odd flying robot making steady time across the Rolling Plains before setting down at the north-eastern edge.

The curious would find that not far from where the tents were pitched, the green hills turned jagged, the land going from verdant to a sea of dark glass. Obsidian shards spiked upwards, spires gleaming in the moonlight like razor sharp teeth, setting an ominous tone for the evening's respite. Tents were pitched, fires were lit, and the more warlike companions even began a drum circle and dance. Valkyries and shirtless Calderan volunteers, a small number of visiting mages, and other more mysterious folks all curious to see the god and to help with the relief efforts. The camp, despite the circumstances, was at least a lively one.

And then came the final day.

Over the Obsidian Flats they went, the massive shapes of Boldore and Tyranitar visible even from up in the sky. And...further perhaps even more stunningly, a gigantic lake almost large enough to call an inland sea, sprawled out below. Rivers snaked out of it all around, and the water itself was a pure crystal blue. But perhaps the most awe inspiring sight of the whole journey came once they cleared the Flats and the area around Glacier came into view. An expanse of white, thick snow covering the ground this early in the year. Arctic forests cropped up here and there, snowcapped trees and a frigid looking river marring the perfect canvas beneath. And more Pokemon , of course. Gigantic Avalugg shook the ground below, and a new species plodded along, chewing amiably on the trees, largely unconcerned by the humans overhead, and the occurrences in the distance.

Along the coast a city was in flames, people streaming out of its ruined gates, desperately fleeing along the rivers before whatever it was came back. Smoke curled up along the skyline, burned hamlets and outlying settlements that'd already been destroyed.

It seems like they weren't too late, and it in the moment of respite there was a chance for our heroes to at least get their bearings and prepare for the Dragon God's return...]

[OOC: We will be opening some of these areas for bonding within the next few days for everyone who is taking part in the expedition.]

Event - The White Dragon

[The Warp Band feed opens with the Matriarch’s impassive face looking slightly haggard]

Union, I have a problem and am in need of assistance. About two hours ago refugees just started streaming into the Citadel territory. They say they’re from a city called “Glacier” that is being ripped apart by a giant white Dragon god. Sounds like it’s something up your alley. I’m sending them your way, we should probably go take care of that before it makes it over here. If you guys want to help out, I’ll lend you some of our birds. My Valkyries are already heading over, I’m sending a few flights out to the other cities as well to see if they want to join the party. Let me know what you decide.

Oh, the refugee leader is a fellow named Birgir. I gave him a Warp Band so he can probably tell you more about the situation.

(OOC: Questions to the Matriarch and Birgir can be asked here, and general reactions can also be posted here.)
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Enter, stage right

-Action the first-

While the wider world has started to open up to Union, travel between cities is still dangerous, and thus not TERRIBLY common for individual people to make, so it's a bit odd for a lone traveler to arrive at Union's main gate. One did, though. On foot, no less, with a honedge drifting along behind him. The guards asked him the purpose of his visit, as is standard procedure, to which he replied, "I have many goals here, but my main purpose is seeking out he who saved my life."

He leaned in closer to the guard in a conspiratorial sort of way as he continued, "But first, I have been traveling for a long time. Do you know of an ale house or tavern where I might wet my throat before I begin my work?"

-Action the second-

Eventually, Iskandar found his tavern. It was a bit rowdier than he was hoping for, if the chair flying through the air or the man and primeape swinging from the same chandelier were any indication, but it didn't slow him down. He stepped in and grabbed a pair of brawlers in his massive hands and shook them in the air to make sure he had everyone's attention. "Yes, brawling is a fine sport, but let me tell you..."

It was kind of amazing to listen to, really. Despite having come in and waded right into the worst of the brawl, the large man somehow actually put an end to the violence in the room with a stirring speech about honor and camaraderie. Maybe fifteen minutes later, the fight had been forgotten, and everyone was singing one of the more popular drinking songs in Union. There were more verses, of varying levels of creativity and dirtiness, than any one could ever hope to learn in his first night on the town, but the chorus is easy enough to pick up: "The wine gets drunk! But you get drunker!"

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Action 1, Teeters

[It seems Teeters has a new regular! Friday Poker Nights managed to capture the eye of one Lt. Kyosuke Nanbu, and unfortunately they've never been the same since. Kyosuke, it would seem, possesses the devil's own luck, and has a killer wit and instict to match. Suffice to say, he's been making a fair bit of money each night, but the likely challengers have become slimmer and slimmer each night. He's on the lookout for new contenders. Care to give it a try?

OOC: I don't particularly mind Kyosuke losing, so feel free to let me know the kind of poker game you're looking for. If you have no major opinion, he does tend to win. A lot.]

Action 2, open training grounds

[While always diligent in training, it seems recently Kyosuke had kicked it up a notch. He's picked a recent spot and has been using live rounds. The steel training dummies, Calderan steel, are showing some major signs of wear and tear. He's definitely done a number on them.]

Descent into Darkness

As the characters arrive, they will find what appears to be a rather deep cavern. Upon entering, the caverns are quite narrow, with twists and turns everywhere and different tunnels that all seem to be interconnected. As characters travel deeper within the caverns, reality around them will start to warp, they will start to see and hear things that aren’t necessarily there - images of old enemies, past failures, voices of condemnation, visions that strike at the soul and core of the characters. Once this begins, it will only increase in power and volume, demanding it be confronted, lest they be trapped within these caves forever.

[OOC: This event will run for a week. All characters who enter the caves will be subject to some of their deepest fears, darkest demons, and most abject failures. To overcome them, characters must help each other out, finding their purpose through strength of character and resolve to move forward. In general, these visions should require characters to come to grips with themselves. Illusory images and voices can and will appear and can take any number of forms, depending on what is most appropriate to a character. Additionally, characters may thread with each other and are encouraged to help each other out to overcome these personal demons. For those who wish to take part, they are able and encouraged to narrate their own personal demons, which will be on display for everyone who enters their thread. IC threads may be made in this post.]


[ A familiar face is on the screen. She looks a little like she's been living life rather... uh, naturally. To the earth. Mud bathing, the like.

Despite that, though, she's looking good. Happy, even. Her pumpkaboo is clinging onto her shoulder, as per usual, as she looks around and starts to speak once she's sure the camera is on. ]

Uh- Hello. It's Shyvana here. I left rather suddenly last time, and for that I apologise. I am back now, and will be returning to my duties as a Sword of the Saviour. I look forward to serving you all. [ She bows slightly, and the pumpkaboo waves as the transmission ends. ]

[ Later during the day Shyvana can be seen slightly cleaner and more rested. She's walking around the shops, marveling at the various foods that come packaged these days and seeing if she can catch anymore familiar so she can catch up.

Her merry band of pokemon include a trapinch running to keep up, and aforementioned pumpkaboo rested on the Trapinch's head. They are rather small, so hopefully they don't trip anyone up while they're in a mad dash to catch up to Shyvana.... ]

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[Sinbad adjusts the screen, and leans back as an Eevee clamors up his back and onto his shoulder]

So Valefor figured out what he wanted to evolve to, and it means going to the Icy Rock, so uh - is there anyone else heading up that way I can go with given... I'm not exactly a big fan of the cold, I mean that I'm not quite familiar with that area yet.

[Action, Viridian Forest]

[It's good to take a break from the city, between the politics and waiting on getting his business license approved, he's been too tense for his own liking, so he decided to pack his things and pokemon and head out to the woods to have a picnic. Badr was still getting used to his evolved body by weaving through the branches, while Vepar flops unhappily in his fishbowl, whining about not wanting to evolve as Sinbad unpacks their lunch]

Oh come on, it'll be great. I won't force you, but you can't be a Magikarp forever!

Try me!


Tenth Dream: In Review [Action/Video]


[Today's broadcast blinks on to show Yuuna out at the gate, standing there in a different outfit than usual. No Ranger's jacket, but a beat up looking traveler's outfit of good, sturdy make. She's got an oddly reflective look about her.]

Anyone ever stopped to think about how life was before all the recent upheaval? I don't mean all the fighting and the strange things the gods have been throwing at us, though. I mean before Union really opened up to the outside. Back when we thought that we were the only humans left alive. So much has changed, and hell...it's like the world we grew up in changed overnight.

[Beside her, something shimmers, and a near exact copy of Yuuna seemingly flows into view. It's eyes are just a bit off though, lighter than hers, and it waggles a finger.]

I don't mean all the new Pokemon we've discovered, or the new people we've encountered. But that's definitely a big shift if this guy is any indication. I mean, it's been a whole year as of today since I left Union for the first time...and I was one of the later trainers to really go out on my own.

[She huffs a laugh at the Ditto-Yuuna and shakes her head.]

I never thought I'd fight a god, or in a war. I definitely never thought I'd spend a week in the body of a man, or that I'd find a whole new species of Pokemon that die if they stop bouncing. And heh...I'm not even going to start trying to describe meeting the Savior. But it's been a hell of a year.

[The Ditto makes a face, wiggling it's tongue.]

Anyway. I've been uselessly nostalgic long enough. But indulge me, folks. What are some things you thought you'd do that got turned on their heads this last year?

Action, Verdant Forest

[And just like she'd done a year ago, Yuuna takes a trip through the Verdant Forest, walking down those old familiar paths. This time, though, she's got a trio of very different Pokemon. A Magnezone, Politoed, and Hitmonchan. They'd evolved, all three of her oldest friends, and the wilds all around them didn't seem quite so mysterious anymore. She's got an arm hooked around the Hitmonchan's shoulders, walking casually, the two of them pointing to various things and sharing a quiet joke here and there.

If they happen to meet someone, they'll get a friendly wave.]

Heya, out for a walk too? Care for company?

Action, The Coastal Ruins (For Merrill)

[Yuuna'd decided to go down that way with Merrill later on, a little bit of an outing to give the place another once over, see if there was much of interest there. She had some of her stronger types on the warp band, but the only one she had out? Was the newbie. A little Zorua who'd yet to prove herself, simply named Shinko, trotted along ahead of the two explorers, snuffling the ground while they talk quietly.]

Beach Party Log

Who: The people of Union and all their wonderful friends who can be bothered to take a vacation.
Where: The Tropical Island
When: On and off, the second week of June
What: Union's more-than-annual beach party. Open log, tag around!

Read more... )
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Right. Isabela here.

[Wearing a jaunty hat she probably stole, Isabela greets Union from the Port, specifically the deck of Pathfinder.]

That was a bit of a messed-up little campaign, but we all made it back alive and with some new friends, eh? Something told me a place named Sanctuary was suspicious...least I didn't get stabbed.

Anyway, in celebration of our success there, I'm offering steamship trips to the Tropical Island half off for the rest of the week, departing from the port at 9am and returning at 11pm sharp-like. Get your beach gear and shirtless Calderan men together and get ready for a party.

[Video; private to Banzu]

By the way, I'll be helming Pathfinder for the rest of the week, so don't worry your head about that price reduction.

Ninth Dream: When you fall down... [Action]


[It's been a few days now, since the conflict ended and Yuuna returned home. She'd kept the dojo closed and taken a brief leave from her Ranger duties to recooperate. Mentally, she wasn't sure that was going to be enough time, but she had responsibilities and duties. It didn't help that she was hesitant to broach anything with Merrill that didn't involve cuddling, but more than once she'd woken up in a cold sweat. Not that she didn't think her lover wouldn't understand, she just refused to burden anyone else with her problems. Not even Merrill, especially not with how the Dalish woman had reacted to the incident. She'd be there to help, to talk if needed, but she wasn't going to push. She'd be there, Yuuna'd be there, and life would go on. Life had to go on at home, time would help heal the trauma, and that was all there was to it.

That not wanting to burden anyone didn't entirely extend to her Pokemon though, as the ones that couldn't read her thoughts? Knew something was off. Yuuna wasn't taking them on runs, or pushing them to train, and eventually she's forced out of the house at Poison Point. And she has to admit, her partners are right, but that doesn't mean she has to want to go out and be social.

Which prompts a very, very odd sight: Yuuna being dragged through the streets of Union by a gaggle of Pokemon. A Bagon, Gible, and Jigglypuff all riding on a Rhyhorn's back pushing her alone while a Hitmonchan is literally dragging her down towards her dojo. And while all this is going on? A Spoink is merrily bouncing on her head...]

Yashio's Dojo:

[Once she finally does get in the door and gets into a rhythm, things become a lot simpler. There's her fists, all wrapped up with thick strips of cloth, and there's a bag. That's it. Just the bag. Her focus narrows, her fists fly hard. One two. One two. One two...wham...and with a particularly weighty punch her knuckle manages to puncture the lining. With a growl, she steps back and just starts kicking it, vicious and precise strikes that drain the rice grains out of it onto the floor.]

Drop! You stupid thing! Just...go down!

The Park:

[And finally, she ends up that evening in the park where she'd first had that meal with Merrill. Her Pokemon have realized that training is not going to help, and they've basically shoved her down and several are quite literally sitting on her. A Sylveon is just flopped over on her chest, while a Spiritomb hovers protectively around her head (ready to snatch up any nasty thoughts), and that same Spoink is bouncing up and down on her stomach, squeaking in delight. The rest of the assembled Pokepals are all close at hand, doing things like playing with sticks or all the fighting types putting on a breakdance show, trying to get trainer to laugh.

She's doing that, of course, but to an outsider? This might look a little absurd.]
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[personal profile] untalented2015-06-06 12:33 pm

Book 001 [Action]

[The residents of Union may find a new face walking the streets upon everyone's returned from the battlefield that was Sanctuary. A slim young man, short of stature, with a notebook in hand traversed the city corridors with wide, curious, and somewhat apprehensive eyes-- it was as if he had never seen anything quite like this before.

A few people may even suspect that the notion is completely true.

Peeking out the top of the heavy looking bag slung across his shoulders is a tiny Foongus, unawares that the markings on his red and white cap are providing excellent camoflage for the few pokeballs that are hidden within. Occassionally it may chitter and squeak in excitement, but it largely stays quiet.

After all, the young academic is on a mission.

Waver flits in and out of various shops, eyes sharp as he seemed to look for something very particular. Several somethings, to be exact-- or someones. Though he had only spoken to a few people in Sanctuary, he wanted to give the few he had interacted with a proper thank you somehow. He wasn't certain how to go about doing that, but the lack of certainty had never stopped him before.

Besides keeping in line with proper politeness, there were further things that he needed. The bag he carried was the only thing he brought with him on his travels, and he's well aware that he needs more than what was currently packed. Clothes, for the heat of summer that was slowly blanketing the streets. Books, food, and tea were also on the list.

And a place to sleep. And a job.

He may not look like much, but he was more than able and willing to prove to everyone that it was horrifically unwise to judge the contents of a book by the condition of its cover.]
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11th Action + Video

[ Video Part ]

[ Melaka comes onto the Warp Band with a very simple question. A very simple, important question ]

S'there any practical purpose to wearing a cape in battle?

[ Action ]

[ That question might've been seen as being strange. In a way, it was. But right now, Melaka was going around town flanked by four large beasts for burden - four large mountable creatures. You might have seen her riding on one of the four before now, but right now, nah. She's just walking in tandem with four Dunsparces. All of them have capes with a blue inner lining, but all have a different color outer lining to their capes - one of them is red, one is yellow, one of them is green, and one of them is black. How these Dunspraces got these capes, how they are so immaculate.. all of these are mysteries. But all of them are walking - well, sliding - with dignity (except the black one, who seems to be lagging behind everyone else) and they are...

on the hunt for the best bowl of curry. ]

Yeah, I know. [ She answers the yellow one ] I know...

[ That said, these Dunsparces are HEROES. Any sort of wrongdoing seen or assumed to have seen in their path? They will jump into action. Melaka, for her part, just looks exasperated. They are great allies, but... still... ]
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[personal profile] outtahere2015-05-15 12:11 pm


[The feed opens to Banzu sitting at the desk in his office, the camera obviously having been placed on something to give a more formal view.]

Good morning, everyone. I've got a couple of opportunities that people might be interested in.

First off, I'm looking for people who'd be interested in learning to operate Pathfinder, either as pairs of humans or a human with a Pokémon who has hands and isn't weak to Fire. If you work out, I'd be hiring you to pilot Pathfinder to and from the Tropical Island for a variable portion of its regular trips. Details will be discussed one-on-one.

Secondly, I have a Bibarel and a Diggersby who I haven't had much for them to do in a while. Rather than them just spending most of their time in the Habitat, I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in looking after them and giving them more chances to get out.

If either of these opportunities interest you, please contact me so that we can discuss the details.

Banzu out.

2nd Wrench: Project Complete [Video/Action]


[Today the warp band opens up right around lunchtime to show what appears to be one of the Southern Gates, and Banzu's newly constructed Route 1. Lucca's standing there, next to a cloth covered lump about the size of a Rhyhorn, her whole body practically thrumming with excitement. She has this big, goofy grin on her face like a Skitty that's caught the Pidgey, and she's wearing some odd looking duds over her usual. Tugging on a pair of gloves, she finally speaks up.]

Right, so. Thought I'd give you guys a little bit of a show today. Gil, Banzu, and I have been working on something new, and we've finally got it all together, tested, and deemed it reasonably safe for production and use.

[She turns sideways, gesturing dramatically to the cloth.]

I'm not gonna bore you with the details on how it was made, but suffice to say...it's gonna change the world!

[With a flick of her wrist, she yanks off the cloth to reveal...this thing! If the video could show gleam, it totally would, because the metal of this machine is polished so much that you could probably see your reflection in the side. But as it stands...]

Citizens of Union, Caldera, Citadel, and Refuge? I present to you...the Rotomcycle!

Cut for Length, more presentation below! )

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Hello everyone, Lux here with a bit of official Seeker business. I was hoping if a few people would be willing to help me out. I promise that I won't take up too much of your time.

The Seekers are looking to collect first-hand accounts of what those that went underground during the... time travel-vision-whatever that might have been--the earthquakes, in order to hopefully learn more about the experience, as well as possible connections to the past before the time of the Savior.

These interview can be conducted in a number of different ways. If you feel comfortable, someone from the Seekers--either myself or someone else--will meet with you in person, in a place of your choice. If you don't feel comfortable meeting in person, we can arrange other methods to communicate, either through the warp bands, letters, or some other means.

You do not have to feel obligated to speak to one of us, let me be clear. However, we do hope that enough people are willing to recall what they saw while down there. You have the option of staying anonymous if you so choose, but getting first-hand accounts of what you saw or felt during this time are important in understanding the past, as well as what the Gods' intentions were in the past, or are now.

Thank you everyone for hearing me out. I hope to hear from some of you soon!

Exploring the Eastern Calderan ruins!

Who: Merrill, Yuuna, Isabela, Maka, Sinbad
Where: Ruins East of Caldera
When: Early May
What: Exploring some of the ruins.
Warnings: None that I'm aware of!

[A new month, a new adventure. This really was the sort of thing Yuuna lived for. She wasn't a Seeker, true, and she wasn't a treasure hunter, it was just the thrill of the unknown. New places, new Pokemon, new...everything, really. That was what always kept her coming back, and why she'd never fit in with the others at school. She had a disease, she figured. Wanderlust.

And that's why she's pausing outside the entrance to these ruins, looking at the Magnezone with it's magnetic lamp, hand on her hip, just sort of spacing out. After a moment though, she turns to the group.]

Right. New ruins. Stay close, don't wander off, and for the love of the Savior don't pull any levers or switches without discussion. Got it?

[That seemed sensible. Though, the two young Enlightened seemed smart enough to know better anyway...]