Scaldaver: I'm currently at my limit so I can't take you on. Until I finish one of the current adventures, or enchantress/Marion take you up, you'll have to wait a little while longer... Sorry.
Desert of Illusion
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swampertforever: ((Perfect. I think that’s all the advice you’ll need for now, liking the improvement. ^^))
The journey was already starting to become nerve-wrecking; on top of losing Blue and being bitten by an angry Houndour, you just witnessed the death of the first friendly face you met since arriving on
You put away the Gravekeeper’s Diary, thinking it might be useful in the future, and finally accept to make use of some of the old man’s remedies. Still, it will take a while for the medication’s effects to be felt, although that’s a minor concern of yours. You wrap a piece of cloth around your leg – it’s no proper bandage, and it’s not stopping the bleeding completely, but it’ll have to do.
As you sit down and administer the ointments, you’re filled with a sense of urgency and thirst for justice; Blue is out there, at the mercy of these graverobbers, and there is nobody left to defend the cemetery grounds now that the Gravekeeper passed away. Unless… that person is you. You clench your fists and get back up, burning with resolve. As you make your way out of the house, you request Houndour’s assistance to brave the vile fog outside and track down your Panpour before the criminals get to him. A mix of fear and foolish guts take over, as you blabber about becoming the Gravekeeper’s Descendant – which, unless you plan on staying here for the next 50 years, seems unlikely; still, it’s the thought that counts. Right now, your priorities are recovering your lost partner and making the graverobbers pay – both for the torment they caused the old man, and for abandoning Houndour.
The hellhound looks at you, then back to its deceased owner… then licks his hand one final time before walking over to you. A slight sense of relief washes over you – maybe with Houndour around you won’t get lost as quickly.
You take a deep breath and step outside. The fog remains as thick as before, with an ominous purple hue, but with Houndour by your side you don’t feel as reluctant to move forward. The dog, meanwhile, has a look of immense sadness on its face, as if the idea of wandering these grounds without its owner brings even more pain.
Now… where do you go next? Hell, you can’t even tell where North is anymore. And do you even have any leads on where to go next? You’ll have to make a decision, because stepping blindly into the fog will only get you lost again, and with your leg actively bleeding, the consequences might be catastrophic.
So, what’s your plan?
The Ocean of Mystery
Trickster Zorua: Awaiting edits to your last post
LucarioArtcunoSuicunLover: ((Navy terms aren't my strong suit; if you spot a mistake in the ship's description feel free to point it out, this is a learning process for us both :P))
The sudden lack of sympathy by the boat’s occupants catches you off-guard. Instead of being carried to safety, you’re suddenly gauged by your potential value to an operation you know nothing about – and your survival hangs on your answer!
You try to stall for time, as nerves begin to take the better of you – regardless of your relative expertise in matters of marine biology, your would-be savior is too vague in his clues for you to capitalize on it. Or was he?... As you instinctively reach for your belt, the metallic touch of a Pokeball lights a spark in your head – Squishy! He could serve as the perfect bait for whatever kind of Pokemon these men might be after.
The Ditto perches itself on top of your head with a goofy smile, and you await the man’s reply with anticipation – were you convincing enough?...
He seems to ponder for a while.
- You said you came here to do research? You’re quite young for that… but maybe we could use you nonetheless. As for Ditto, well… I doubt even he can properly replicate what we’re hunting, but it’s worth a shot. Hop inside, girl.
The journey back to the ship is largely uneventful; the two occupants don’t really talk much, or perhaps they just don’t want to talk around you. Whichever the reason, it makes for a pretty boring ride. When the boat approaches the hull, four ropes are hurled down from the ship, each with a large hook at the end; the two men expertly tie the ropes and lock the hooks in the appropriate housings and the boat is reeled up, ever so slowly.
After the small vessel is brought all the way up, three men in sailor suits walk up to meet you. They help the other two out of the boat and look at you inquisitively, hesitant to pull you inside. The one that questioned you earlier speaks in your behalf.
- The lass comes with us. We found her stranded on the ocean, apparently doing some “research”. She might be helpful; I’ll take her to the captain.
With that, they help you jump into the ship. It’s a frankly impressive sight; so high is the deck, that you can see the ocean for miles around – and even so, no sign of the boat you came in. Wow.
- Move along girl. No time to be standing around.
The man leads you inside, through doors and corridors you couldn’t memorize even if you wanted to; despite your relative familiarity with the sea, you’ve never been on a ship this big. After a while, he opens a final door and pushes you inside. The room has windows facing the front of the ship, and there’s someone at the wheel with his back turned to you. Clearly, you’re on the bridge.
- Captain, my apologies, there’s something you should see.
The man keeps his back turned, and it takes a while before he even answers, in a deep, scruffy voice.
- Unless it’s Roatoga, stop wasting my time Admiral.
- No sir, but it might help us capture her for good. This girl claims she’s a marine researcher, and favours field work unlike than the useless bunch we have on board, who cling to monitors and fail to get results. She also happens to be in possession of a Ditto, which might be a better decoy than anything we have tried thus far.
That seems to get the Captain’s attention. He turns to face you, and it’s clear to you that this is no rookie steering the ship – much taller than you, with a thick white beard and a hard expression, skin tanned and roughened by the sun and salt, he embodies the definition of a sea dog.
He looks at you for a long while with an unreadable expression, then walks up to you and talks without so much as faking a smile.
- You’re a girl.
The way he says it sounds like the word itself tastes so foul and bitter that he needs to spit it.
- A tiny one, at least. You won’t be wasting much of our supplies, I reckon. Tell me lassie, what can you really do to justify your presence in my ship? I’ve been after Roatoga for twenty years. This particular crew has been at sea for months now, most of them are male, and I can’t remember the last time we’ve been to port. Leaving you to wander the decks on your own would be your downfall, sweetie; the only way you’d walk out as pure and sweet as you walked in would be to stay under my protection; but I have no time and no patience for dead weight, so… how do you propose we catch the absolute biggest, smartest sea creature in the entire world? If your Ditto is a run-of-the-mill pink one, I have some doubts it could ever truly capture the magnificence of Roatoga either…
It’s crystal-clear that your well-being inside this vessel hangs on your answer once again; you have no doubt the Captain cares little for anyone who isn’t useful, even if that person is a defenseless teenager. With so little to work with, what can you possibly answer that will satisfy him? And if you’re after a Pokemon, why wouldn’t Squishy be able to duplicate it with ease?
You look around, trying to buy some time, when a photograph stuck to the steering wheel catches your eye. It’s too far away to clearly make it out, but it seems to be the portrait of a white and purple creature… Think Lass, what would be the “biggest sea creature in the world”, coloured purple and white and troublesome for a "regular" Ditto to copy, so rare that the Captain would spend twenty years of his life hunting down?...
What is your answer?