Zero Point : The Number Before One Is...?

[Atlantis_Darts]

Gateon Port, Orre Region:


Citadark Isle is a volcanic island off of the southern Orre coast. Once upon a time, it was a hub for the activities of the team then known as Cipher, built upon the remnants of the blackened bones of the original organization. A trend that that particular team continues to this very day. However, in the years following XD001's defeat at the hands of Michael, the island has been abandoned. Superstitious locals on the mainland whisper of ghosts and bad luck brought upon those who set foot on these pumice-formed shores or try to scavenge through the ash-infested remains of the crumbling Cipher HQ. Even the volcano seems to have given up on the place as the once fiery crater in the middle of the island has gone dormant. The embers of the magmatic activity is still visible deep down in the bowels of the once ash spewing cone -
throwing some light up from the inside of it. Otherwise it sits silent, and has for several years now.

The other contributing factor to Citadark's virtual exile from the rest of Orre has to do with the incredibly harsh and torrential waters separating it and a couple of other smaller chunks of rock that belonged to the region from the rest of the mainland. Most normal craft pulled into the current were slammed into the other sharp jagged reefs or protruding tops of slow-forming islands and sucked down below to Davy Jones' locker without a second thought. Chunks of ebonite fused into the island by Cipher during its occupation kept the whole place teleportation-free. If that wasn't bad enough, massive tidespouts put anyone foolish enough to fly directly over the water on notice that the sea had claimed this area as its own. (Darkrai's work, the old sea wives would mutter, casting gloomy looks off across the strait over in Gateon.) Sailing was the only way, but only specially-made vessels could even survive the trip over.

As the group approached or teleported into Gateon Port across the way, they would notice a ring of lights coming from a group of battleships on loan from the Kanto-Johto navy far out, ringing the outer edges of this death-filled patch of sea with their presence. They were continuously deployed there in order to keep financial, fishing, and commercial vessels from going into the waters and also to deter any border threats from the sea - modern-day pirates and their ilk. As a majority desert region, this saved Orre from actually needing to deploy their own navy, cementing a pseudo-alliance of sort between the two camps.

Gateon Port is a bustling trade hub, probably the closest thing to global civilization Orre has - due to its proximity to the other regions of the world via trade. Rain is falling as the Snagems arrive, a coastal misting that was doing little more than getting everyone rather drenched and cold in the early evening of the port town. The rain had drove most of the normal foot traffic off of the streets and into the pubs for some warm grub and grog - not even the heartiest sailor would stay out in this if they didn't have to. Sub said that he had a guy who could grant them safe passage across over to Citadark - finding the fearless leader was going to be priority one.  

[Darksol88]

Amaranth would have an easy enough time flying into the region on her Togekiss, but they could've done without the rain as they neared Gateon Port. It wasn't bad enough to make flying difficult, but they were both certainly drenched by the time they arrived and landed on the ground within the town. She looked around in an effort to find Sub, having no idea who this Mr. M was that he said about contacting. With the storm going on, however, she had a feeling that trying to go much further than here wasn't happening on her own.

While she wouldn't have any luck with locating Sub, she would find Freth and Tristen. It was a start, at least. "Maybe he thought you'd do the same to his own Weavile if he got it back?" She asked, overhearing Tristen's remark.  

[Reno Vantas]

Aria and Beau would slowly come to a halt as their Noivern ride came into a rapid stop right above the other Snagems in the area. "Well, looks like we caught up. Anyone found Sub or do you need me to strafe the area?" Aria asked, leaning over the side of Vibrato to see Beau holding a hand over his mouth and groaning. "Why so fast...Fast very bad." The hybrid mumbled, struggling out of the Noivern's grasp to collapse on the ground for the moment. "Hi Freth. Hi other kid. Hi Amaranth." He mumbled from his lying position on the floor.  

[Atlantis_Darts]

SubonicXP

"Well look who the Skitty dragged in!" The old man beamed happily. "Look at ya, all soaked. These your friends?" He asked as he saw the Snagems come in. Sub just nodded. "Well hang tight let me get some towels for you all!" The cheery man said before wandering off for a few minutes, soon reappearing from in front of the counter with a stack full of towels, proceeding to go around the room and hand them out.

"Name's Makan! Purveyor of junk!" He said with a laugh as he introduced himself to everyone.

Darts had followed Sub into the junk shop and stood around behind the leader, letting his red eyes roam over the knickknacks and trinkets now crowding the shelves... and counters... and floor all around them. Who was this and why did Sub know him? He wasn't going to complain about the towel, however. Being dead didn't prevent you from catching a chill after all. "Thanks." He says appreciatively to the old man as he takes the rag and wipes the condensation off of his crest, wiping the beading water from his forehead.  

[Darksol88]

SubonicXP

It was good news to Amaranth to see more show up, noticing Aria and Beau before finally seeing Sub and... who the hell was that? New member? She was having trouble putting a name to the face, but she wouldn't let that stop her from following Sub through the town, recalling Breeze as she did. It wouldn't be long before she saw the building they were led to, entering shortly behind Sub and having a towel thrust into her hands as the so-called purveyor introduced himself.

"I... see." Seeing all the junk inside held as much news as saying that the rain outside was wet. She'd quickly get to work at drying herself off, or at least get her hair to where it wasn't dripping all over the floor for a few minutes. "I'm Amaranth. Purveyor of... um, nothing, really."  

[Reno Vantas]

Sliding in the door behind the other Snagems, Beau would glance at the junk laying around the house with a dismissive eye. None of this stuff was going to be useful, so why were they here anyways? Didn't they need to haul butt to the weird island.

Aria would find herself doing her best to avoid leaning on any of the nearby surfaces. There was no way she getting rust stains and whatever else was in here on her clothes unless absolutely necessary. "Please show us a boat that is working right now. I don't think we have anyone here who could help build one." Aria matter of factually stated, doing her best to spot any such vehicle in the area.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Lykas appeared along with Odd thanks to the power of Claydolport and began to look around for Sub. They didn't see him at first and ended up walking towards the others before he made his appearance. Remaining quiet, as he seemed to be doing, Lykas still figured out where they were going. "Hey! You still don't have my vespa fixed?" He asked Makan. This guy might sell junk but he could also fix damn near anything with it too. For the right price.

Odd just kept quiet for now, waiting to see where this was going.  

[Isaac Hawking]

Isaac arrived late, having showered and cleaned himself up following the state in which he awoke. Having spotted the assembled Snagems from atop Konrad, he followed the group into the junk shop. For a moment the place reminded him of his father's shop from when he was a child. The accent broke him from plesent memories however, and back into reality. It appeared the rest of the group was arranging some sort of boat trasport. Whatever the case, it seemed best to just stand by and listen right now, try to figure out what they were doing here.  

[Atlantis_Darts]

SubonicXP

"Like he said it's going to be cramped but I know no other way there. And before anyone says anything no, I can't teleport there. I didn't have Gardy then." He told the Snagems before jumping down onto the vessel, pressing a button on the side and causing the thing to creek and whine as the hatch opened up, once open he would jump in and take a seat at the controls. While there was only one seat there was room for the others to stand or sit.

It's this moment that Wes chooses to make himself apparent, miraculously dry with not a folicle of hair out of place. He wedges himself into the boarding group as they clamber aboard the submersible, pushing and moving the other members out of the group in order to carve himself a space . "I got about halfway towards the beach before I realized that my bike wasn't going to make it." He shoves Darts out of his way to gain a prime seat on the submersible at Sub's right hand, earning him a glowering stare from the Giratina hybrid.

"Remind me why we let him out of that room again...?" Darts asks, decidedly insinuating they should have let the silver-haired trainer starve to death.

"So far I've been a lot more useful than you." Wes shoots back acidly, narrowing his eyes as he turns back to look at him. "Unless we strapped a light to your head and fashioned you into a lighthouse." He turns back to Sub, ignoring the other Snagems with a very pronounced effort including Tristen who he had passed on his way in. "Fire this thing up. The sooner we get across the drink the sooner you can start spilling the beans on this all."