Aaron looked down at the brochure.
"Come and see the the great island of Coron! This beautiful island, located in the oceans below Sinnoh, is home to many renowned landmarks. Take the Grand Tour of Coron's famous ruins, or spend the day of at our lovely Doe City, which is now home to Vionotion's Beach-side spa and resort. Looking for a place to train your pokemon? Look no further than Coron's wild forest, where over 200 species of pokemon live*. Love to hike? We have mountain trails that are superb for both young and experienced hikers! So don't hesitate to hop on board the next ferry to the tropical island of Coron!"
*Coron is not responsible for your activity in wild forest.
Underneath this description was a picture of a maze of great chunks of stone, stone pillars, and parts of buildings that had been inhabited hundreds of years ago, with a bright, tropical sun overhead. Nowhere had it mentioned the mist.
For there was mist, and lots of it on the "tropical" island of Coron. Aaron had expected a nice, relaxing tropical vacation with the only pokemon he owned, a dratini Aaron had rescued from a Zubat when he was eight. The dratini's name was Erick. Aaron had lived all his life in Jubilife City, and had been looking for a nice change in climate from the particularly harsh winter that had struck Jubilife. Aaron was disgusted in himself for believing in the image the brochure had painted. He thought that he would always be the brown haired, brown eyed, pale skinned Aaron who's father was a nerd working for Poketech and who's mother was unemployed because Aaron's father made enough for to support the family.
Aaron considered himself somewhat smart, though not as smart as his father, and other than that he did not believe that he was any different than his friends, and although maybe even less outstanding because he had not actually caught his dratini.
Sighing, Aaron turned back around to go to Doe City, falling in step and wondering why he had brought pokeballs with him, and the last spark of adventure going out...
Until Aaron heard someone say, "Well, we can got Vionotion's beach. It's still sunny there."
Vionotion, the billionaire who owned a chain of Spa/Beaches was a powerful man, but he didn't control the weather, and even if he could, there were no other beaches on Coron. Why would some billionaire want an entire island to be cloaked with mist, everything hid out of site...?
(OOC: This is an open RP, so anyone who wants can join, but try not to make your character to powerful.)
"Come and see the the great island of Coron! This beautiful island, located in the oceans below Sinnoh, is home to many renowned landmarks. Take the Grand Tour of Coron's famous ruins, or spend the day of at our lovely Doe City, which is now home to Vionotion's Beach-side spa and resort. Looking for a place to train your pokemon? Look no further than Coron's wild forest, where over 200 species of pokemon live*. Love to hike? We have mountain trails that are superb for both young and experienced hikers! So don't hesitate to hop on board the next ferry to the tropical island of Coron!"
*Coron is not responsible for your activity in wild forest.
Underneath this description was a picture of a maze of great chunks of stone, stone pillars, and parts of buildings that had been inhabited hundreds of years ago, with a bright, tropical sun overhead. Nowhere had it mentioned the mist.
For there was mist, and lots of it on the "tropical" island of Coron. Aaron had expected a nice, relaxing tropical vacation with the only pokemon he owned, a dratini Aaron had rescued from a Zubat when he was eight. The dratini's name was Erick. Aaron had lived all his life in Jubilife City, and had been looking for a nice change in climate from the particularly harsh winter that had struck Jubilife. Aaron was disgusted in himself for believing in the image the brochure had painted. He thought that he would always be the brown haired, brown eyed, pale skinned Aaron who's father was a nerd working for Poketech and who's mother was unemployed because Aaron's father made enough for to support the family.
Aaron considered himself somewhat smart, though not as smart as his father, and other than that he did not believe that he was any different than his friends, and although maybe even less outstanding because he had not actually caught his dratini.
Sighing, Aaron turned back around to go to Doe City, falling in step and wondering why he had brought pokeballs with him, and the last spark of adventure going out...
Until Aaron heard someone say, "Well, we can got Vionotion's beach. It's still sunny there."
Vionotion, the billionaire who owned a chain of Spa/Beaches was a powerful man, but he didn't control the weather, and even if he could, there were no other beaches on Coron. Why would some billionaire want an entire island to be cloaked with mist, everything hid out of site...?
(OOC: This is an open RP, so anyone who wants can join, but try not to make your character to powerful.)
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