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Posted: Jan 5 2018, 10:49 AM
© Jen // CURRENTLY Offline
Riki pushed open the door, sneezing when the dust struck his nose.
Today he was out here, doing some exploring! There were tons of places in the Arid Badlands he could've gone to, but instead of choosing any of those, he picked a certain building that Wes had told him about. Apparently, there used to be Pokemon poachers hiding out in here? And then Wes and Black and Celebi kicked their butts. And they rescued all these Pokemon, including Goodra! It seemed like it had been an eventful day.
No poachers awaited Riki here - just dust and dirt and all the damage that had been caused by the battle. Anything of value was either taken by Wes when he returned here later on, or swiped by looters. Still, Riki headed deeper inside. That battle had taken place months ago! A lot of other things could've happened by then. More bad guys could've moved in, although if that was true, Riki should've heard and smelled them by now. So no new bad guys, then.
Riki stepped into a room and found it filled with empty, open cages. "Hmm..." This must've been where the poachers had kept all the Pokemon before they were set loose. Even though nobody had came here for months, it still smelled of Pokemon. And sadness.
At least those Pokemon were off living better and happier lives now! The Nopon hoped so, at least. Riki left the room to check out the others.
Posted: Jan 14 2018, 09:40 AM
© Draco // CURRENTLY Offline
“Hey! Get back here!” Ninten yelled after the small Pokémon that had run off with his hat. The Pokémon, in particular, was a small Piplup, and while its similarity to a penguin was certainly an asset towards him going easy on him, he wasn’t entirely thrilled with the small creature.
Tight in the Piplup’s hands was a small X-transceiver, the one that he had gotten from White to use as a cell phone for the Network. He had been in the midst of preparing a message for Holland and Talho to let them know where he was when the Pokémon had come out of nowhere and had taken it to play with it. Ninten had, of course, taken offense and that resulted in this grand chase that led him all the way out here.
He had never really been to the Arid Badlands, but he had decided that he didn’t really like it. The Piplup had vanished, and in the midst of the chaos, he had wandered into what seemed to be some kind of abandoned facility. He heard footsteps from afar and readied his bat.
This place felt funny to him. There was a lot wrong with this place – the sadness, the despair… the torment. He was getting a headache just from that alone.
“… Hello…?” Ninten cautiously called out.