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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 6:50 pm
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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.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 8:01 pm
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"I could probably get one together with the right resources," I told Aria as Claydol teleported me and Keiko into the area per my request to GRAY. "Can't promise it'll be seaworthy, though."
With that, I looked around, but was unable to recognize my surroundings. "Wait, where are we? Is this some abandoned part of Alola? Or Arceus forbid Kalos?"
"You're in Orre, slackbrain," GRAY quipped. "Are you ever going to start paying attention at the beginning of missions or do you need mffr brffr rmfrbrr-"
...yeah, I stashed my SNAG in my duffel back, so whatever he said after that was a bit muffled.
"Orre... I feel like I... OH, yeah, that one region that has zero wild Pokemon ever. Wow, it's been a long time since I thought about this place. Guess I better get my Snag Machine ready."
"I don't know if I like the look of this place," Keiko said quietly, still a bit nervous about the urgency of the situation.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 8:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 8:23 pm
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"The waters and winds around Citadark Isle are far too dangerous for a Pokemon to carry anyone through, the only way to safely make it there is by a high speed ship and Makan here has one, don't you?" He turned to ask the man who had just handed Sub the last towel. Sub didn't bother to dry off.
"You mean that old submersible? Yeah I still got it. The paint job has seen better days and the body has got a few dents but it should still work just fine. While there is an awful lot of you it should still fit you all, just may be a bit cramped. Why you want to go back to Citadark for though? No one has been out there for years." Makan explained.
"I just got some unfinished business to take care of. Is it still downstairs?" Sub asked the shop owner.
"Yep, sure is. Keys should still be in it. Might have a moldy smell to it mind you, I have opened that thing up in Arceus knows when." The shop keep said.
After giving Makan a bit of a nod Sub would motion for the Snagems to follow him as he walked around the counter and made his way down a set of stairs to the basement. Once on the lower level the Snagems would find themselves in a indoor dock of sorts, a large faded blue vessel floating in the water. Upon closer inspection it seemed to be designed to look like a Kyogre, at least it did in its hey day, now it only had the relative shape of one.
"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.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 8:36 pm
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The woman that was currently being held on Citadark Isle would growl into her multicolored gag, trying to flick away some of the hair in her face. Of all the things to happen, getting swept up into the affairs of a team that she hadn’t interacted positively with for well over a year by now was not something she had foreseen. Especially the part where said group was now probably her main way out. Once she had heard that little part, she pretty much wrote off any chance she had. ‘Honestly, why would the man who sent me into the middle of the Orre Desert with a set of shackles and a Sandygast want to suddenly save me. Like hell I’ll go out without a fight, though.’ She stared daggers into the ceiling as her hands searched for the knot of the rope around her hands, thinking about how she got into this situation. ‘Right after a damned fight as well. Kicked the asses of some assholes harassing a friend from the bar, and after that, I get asked a question and answered without watching how I phrased things. Should have said know of them, not just know them. Ugh. I hope Robert’s alright. Probably worried about me. Him and at least half of the regulars at the Dragon’s Tail. Dammit, where the hell’s this knot?’ Her head swiveled to her captor, or specifically the items behind the person.
Her Pokéball belt, a smallish dark green satchel, and probably the most curious for her, a light brown staff that was at least the height of Aile, one end of the staff ending in a large rounded protrusion, and the other end curving quickly before going straight again and ending in a blunt tip. Right before the curve began, there was a thick, dark brown braid attached to the staff, with one of the bottom rows of the braid light green. Aile looked down for a moment before returning her gaze to the ceiling, still fumbling for that knot near her wrist.
Too bad she couldn’t see what was happening at Gateon Port.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 8:43 pm
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