Sophian Island was the largest island in the Oblivia Region, and it held the region's largest town—Aqua Resort. Despite its name, Aqua Resort lacked all the fanciful amenities of a high-class resort and was more akin to a bucolic nature resort, nestled between the Silver Falls—the town's main source of fresh water—and the Sorbet Mountains, treacherous and icy cliffs whose snowmelt would flood the island's main canals during the summer. It was during these summers that the town really lived up to its name.
It's rivers and canals filled to the point of bursting and the glimmering deluge of water would flood the Sophian Road, the only land-based path in or out of the town. Until the water flows receded, Aqua Resort really was a resort on the water; with travel characterized by rafts and canoes or by riding. Nowadays, the latter was commonplace as residents of Oblivia frequently bonded flying-type or water-type pokemon to help them travel around the region. They were otherwise isolated from the rest of the world and even the rest of the region as they possessed no large harbors with which to accept ships and no airfields to home planes.
Because of that, new faces were a rarity in Oblivia and one new face stuck out like a sore, blue thumb; in part because he was very sore from his lengthy flight and very blue in his dapper uniform. Behind him stood a powerfully built Staraptor nearly twice the size it would've been a decade earlier, which allowed it to peek over the man's shoulder with ease. This was his bond-partner and his preferred method of travel. The Predator Pokemon's generous downy feathers were not only supremely comfortable to sit on, but it's Intimidate helped deter wild Pokemon from interrupting his journey. A single glare from it could scatter a harassing flock of spearow and while not as powerful as Braviary, Staraptor could carry loads over long distances.
All these reasons made Staraptor the bird of choice for his deliveries; and, the decision proved wise, as Oblivia’s bird-flocks had been aggressive even before the events in years past.
The delivery man landed in Sophia square, beside the town’s gushing, center-piece fountain. Strapped to his Staraptor was a satchel, within which he carried his cargo. This was his last stop for the day, and he marveled at the town’s pastel blues and reds; laid into the brickwork roads in concentric circles. He looked around and noted the colorful tapestries—woven rugs—that decorated each house.
He smacked his lips together in realization and he pulled out his package. The envelope was stamped with a rather unique pattern beside which was the given address: Aqua Resort, Sophian Island, Obliva Region. The address had told him the region, island and town that his package was to be delivered to but had strangely lacked the address of the house. Now the man realized, as he matched that uniquely patterned postage stamp to one of the tapestries hung on the houses, that it was the address.
His destination was a two-story house but he hesitated to step forward and ring the doorbell, on account of the life-sized tapestry of a Vespiquen which hung over the door. The beehive Pokemon wasn't all that intimidating by itself, but whoever had woven it into being had taken care to ensure its mandibles were as grotesque and disturbingly accurate as possible.
The man gulped. This was going to be one of those houses. A half-decade of experience had lent the man a peculiar talent; a sixth sense—that some would call common sense—towards the residents of the homes he visited; and, many a times it had saved him from almost certain doom.
Ding Dong!
...
No answer.
Ding Dong!
...
The man frowned. Despite his misgivings, he was employed to one of the most elite postal services in the Pokeworld, and neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night would stay this courier from the swift completion of his appointed round.
He hadn't flown all the way to Oblivia just to slink back with his package undelivered.
Once more, he reached for the doorbell.
Ding Don—Crash!
The man cringed in abject horror as something—sounding like glass—shattered.
"LOOK OUT!"
Startled by the sudden shout, the man jumped backward. And by Arceus' pointy golden toes it was a good thing he had. No sooner than he'd moved to the side, had his Staraptor covered him with its massive wings, awash with a steely glow as it used Steel Wing to knock aside an object that had fallen from the second story window.
CRASSSSHHH!
Another deafening crash drew his attention back to the house.
thud...thud...thud..thud..thud.thud.thudthudthudthud...
Heavy footsteps, distant and scattered at first, grew rapid. The door slammed open. The delivery man staggered backward. Staring him dead in the eyes was a young girl, a walking disaster. Make-up was smeared across her face, mascara and eye-liner smudged and tear-stricken.
"Uhhh..." The man was at a loss for words and as his eyes and mind wandered, they were both drawn to the object that had fallen seconds before. It was a razor; plunged blade-first into the nearby grass.
He turned back to the girl in disbelief, his eyes shifting with wariness.
"My hand slipped."
"Uh..."
"I wasn't trying to kill you, I swear!"
"Uh..."
"It was an accident!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Sign here please."
Meletē grinned and ripped apart the newly arrived package. She had broken no less than three vials of nail polish and one hand-mirror in her efforts to get this package just a second sooner; but she hardly cared. It was here!
"My trainer card!"
She inspected the laminated ID upon which was a photo of her naked face—they hadn't been allowed to wear heavy make-up or accessories that would obscure their face—and her trainer ID number, a seven-digit sequence that acted as a primary key, connecting her to the United Pokemon League's data-bases and certifying that she was now an officially registered trainer.
The eager teen licked her lips. She barely stopped herself from squealing with excitement. It would've been very immature to do so and trainers were anything but immature. Soon she would be registered in the Bronze League, the beginner's competition designed pit new trainer's against each other and nature itself, force them to wield every ounce of their wit and to push their talent to its limits; soon she'd be up there too, among the ranks of the famed and fortunate, and there was nothing that could possibly stop her. Nothing except the pungent taste of her make-up which was now all over her tongue.
She choked.
"Hyuck—"
Meletē returned to her room with a lot less enthusiasm. She plopped herself onto her bed and swiped her Poketch from her nightstand. Her fingers flew over across the screen as she accessed the United League's trainer app and punched in her trainer ID number.
She spent a few minutes setting up her profile, including changing her Profile picture to a cute—err, dark and ominous Misdrevous.
The forum designated for new Bronze rank trainers was already abuzz with activity. She skipped through the notification that presented her with the rules of the Bronze League—everyone and their sister knew the rules—and immediately navigated towards one section of the page. It was a bright and stylized logo decorated with eggs and and berries—Project Pokemon.
Meletē's heart made every effort to beat its way out of her chest; without further ado, she began to browse the list of available Pokemon.
It was time to find a partner.
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It's rivers and canals filled to the point of bursting and the glimmering deluge of water would flood the Sophian Road, the only land-based path in or out of the town. Until the water flows receded, Aqua Resort really was a resort on the water; with travel characterized by rafts and canoes or by riding. Nowadays, the latter was commonplace as residents of Oblivia frequently bonded flying-type or water-type pokemon to help them travel around the region. They were otherwise isolated from the rest of the world and even the rest of the region as they possessed no large harbors with which to accept ships and no airfields to home planes.
Because of that, new faces were a rarity in Oblivia and one new face stuck out like a sore, blue thumb; in part because he was very sore from his lengthy flight and very blue in his dapper uniform. Behind him stood a powerfully built Staraptor nearly twice the size it would've been a decade earlier, which allowed it to peek over the man's shoulder with ease. This was his bond-partner and his preferred method of travel. The Predator Pokemon's generous downy feathers were not only supremely comfortable to sit on, but it's Intimidate helped deter wild Pokemon from interrupting his journey. A single glare from it could scatter a harassing flock of spearow and while not as powerful as Braviary, Staraptor could carry loads over long distances.
All these reasons made Staraptor the bird of choice for his deliveries; and, the decision proved wise, as Oblivia’s bird-flocks had been aggressive even before the events in years past.
The delivery man landed in Sophia square, beside the town’s gushing, center-piece fountain. Strapped to his Staraptor was a satchel, within which he carried his cargo. This was his last stop for the day, and he marveled at the town’s pastel blues and reds; laid into the brickwork roads in concentric circles. He looked around and noted the colorful tapestries—woven rugs—that decorated each house.
He smacked his lips together in realization and he pulled out his package. The envelope was stamped with a rather unique pattern beside which was the given address: Aqua Resort, Sophian Island, Obliva Region. The address had told him the region, island and town that his package was to be delivered to but had strangely lacked the address of the house. Now the man realized, as he matched that uniquely patterned postage stamp to one of the tapestries hung on the houses, that it was the address.
His destination was a two-story house but he hesitated to step forward and ring the doorbell, on account of the life-sized tapestry of a Vespiquen which hung over the door. The beehive Pokemon wasn't all that intimidating by itself, but whoever had woven it into being had taken care to ensure its mandibles were as grotesque and disturbingly accurate as possible.
The man gulped. This was going to be one of those houses. A half-decade of experience had lent the man a peculiar talent; a sixth sense—that some would call common sense—towards the residents of the homes he visited; and, many a times it had saved him from almost certain doom.
Ding Dong!
...
No answer.
Ding Dong!
...
The man frowned. Despite his misgivings, he was employed to one of the most elite postal services in the Pokeworld, and neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night would stay this courier from the swift completion of his appointed round.
He hadn't flown all the way to Oblivia just to slink back with his package undelivered.
Once more, he reached for the doorbell.
Ding Don—Crash!
The man cringed in abject horror as something—sounding like glass—shattered.
"LOOK OUT!"
Startled by the sudden shout, the man jumped backward. And by Arceus' pointy golden toes it was a good thing he had. No sooner than he'd moved to the side, had his Staraptor covered him with its massive wings, awash with a steely glow as it used Steel Wing to knock aside an object that had fallen from the second story window.
CRASSSSHHH!
Another deafening crash drew his attention back to the house.
thud...thud...thud..thud..thud.thud.thudthudthudthud...
Heavy footsteps, distant and scattered at first, grew rapid. The door slammed open. The delivery man staggered backward. Staring him dead in the eyes was a young girl, a walking disaster. Make-up was smeared across her face, mascara and eye-liner smudged and tear-stricken.
"Uhhh..." The man was at a loss for words and as his eyes and mind wandered, they were both drawn to the object that had fallen seconds before. It was a razor; plunged blade-first into the nearby grass.
He turned back to the girl in disbelief, his eyes shifting with wariness.
"My hand slipped."
"Uh..."
"I wasn't trying to kill you, I swear!"
"Uh..."
"It was an accident!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Sign here please."
~~~~~~~~
Meletē grinned and ripped apart the newly arrived package. She had broken no less than three vials of nail polish and one hand-mirror in her efforts to get this package just a second sooner; but she hardly cared. It was here!
"My trainer card!"
She inspected the laminated ID upon which was a photo of her naked face—they hadn't been allowed to wear heavy make-up or accessories that would obscure their face—and her trainer ID number, a seven-digit sequence that acted as a primary key, connecting her to the United Pokemon League's data-bases and certifying that she was now an officially registered trainer.
The eager teen licked her lips. She barely stopped herself from squealing with excitement. It would've been very immature to do so and trainers were anything but immature. Soon she would be registered in the Bronze League, the beginner's competition designed pit new trainer's against each other and nature itself, force them to wield every ounce of their wit and to push their talent to its limits; soon she'd be up there too, among the ranks of the famed and fortunate, and there was nothing that could possibly stop her. Nothing except the pungent taste of her make-up which was now all over her tongue.
She choked.
"Hyuck—"
~~~~~~~~
Meletē returned to her room with a lot less enthusiasm. She plopped herself onto her bed and swiped her Poketch from her nightstand. Her fingers flew over across the screen as she accessed the United League's trainer app and punched in her trainer ID number.
She spent a few minutes setting up her profile, including changing her Profile picture to a cute—err, dark and ominous Misdrevous.
The forum designated for new Bronze rank trainers was already abuzz with activity. She skipped through the notification that presented her with the rules of the Bronze League—everyone and their sister knew the rules—and immediately navigated towards one section of the page. It was a bright and stylized logo decorated with eggs and and berries—Project Pokemon.
Meletē's heart made every effort to beat its way out of her chest; without further ado, she began to browse the list of available Pokemon.
It was time to find a partner.
@Hecotoro @=Nightshade= @Mango137 @DarkHydraT @Gamingfan @Retro Master @Clite of Dragonbow @RenzFlintrock @ThePlayfulFox @silverwind2020 @Schrift @Pinch @Alternate_Mystery @sSoul @Godjacob @Tortles @Grand Master Koop @MegaAbsol
Discussion Thread: https://pokecharms.com/threads/pokesync-discussion-thread.25402/
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