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The Kzye City subculture shares much in common with that of Kethi City, with an added shyness around strangers and a distinct drive to isolation. They're not superstitiously driven as Pyu Ivvi tend to, but they would nonetheless quote something haunting about people passing through, as if they were mere memories rather than people of flesh and blood. That's a statement of perception, however, rather than a statement of mythological 'fact'.

As such, there's a certain timelessness to Kzye City, with change coming from outside usually simply rolling off the community, which has long since found its values and isn't about to budge from them in a hurry. One of the values, fortunately, is a strong hospitality toward strangers, though many Kzye inhabitants won't exactly know what to do with newcomers, and they might be passed around like a hot potato somewhat cluelessly (but very much not maliciously) in embarrassment for a while, until they stick with someone who knows how to treat a guest from experience rather than just raw theory. But they're all quite eager to please, really. To outsiders, it's borderline uncanny.

Despite their outward skittishness, the Kzye people are not easily fundamentally fazed. It's quite possibly Kzye is the only city that accepts Keith fully knowing the flavour of insanity he indulges in - he damages no one and the only murders that happen in Kzye are brought to justice by him rather than occurring by his hand, so he's accepted as a highly eccentric leader who just so happens to inspire caution in his underlings. They would, unflinchingly, report him as simply being a prankster, and might have trouble comprehending another's disbelief in the veracity of that statement; they'd not understand it really is just a euphemism.

The Kzye people are not particularly loyal to each other. They would certainly protest if the integrity of their friends were tarnished, but they are too pensive as that it would not give them food for thought. The mere fact a stranger has thought ill of another is cause for them to question their own experience with them, although such doubt only lasts if evidence is forthcoming. Again, Keith's presence doesn't much help - he's clearly very strange and so claims that might easily be outrageous when pertaining to other people may have at least some plausibility with him.

The people of the settlement are not known to be particularly good at defending themselves, be it verbally or physically, though there are certainly exceptions. As such, they tend to be quite pokémon-dependant, though those truly proficient at commanding the creatures are few and far between, owing to the pacifist attitudes of most of the people living here.

(As such, it really is quite good that someone like Keith can keep an eye on them. And he does.)

• Keith Sirius is originally from Nightclaw, but is the Kzye City gym leader.

Collected from Arsaga:

The landscape between Kethi and Kzye is made up mainly of calmly rolling hills, slightly sun-bleached stretches of wild grasses layered across those mounds, speckled with the occasional tree. The most prominent feature in the landscape appears at the horizon at the junction between Route 53, 61 and 62, the slope up to the crater of the dormant volcano that forms Sehto's island, shallow toward the west from where they are approaching, thus a smooth and benign feature.

While the sun's rays are not quite sufficient to turn the area into a metaphorical oven, the landscape has much in common with a desert, and the most prominent sound on their travels had set in during the afternoon: the stridulation of crickets and their kin.

And then, coming to rise to the top of a hill, with the slope leading up to the edge of the crater now a large, dominanting mark, Kzye appears to our friends: a comfortably small town nestled between two 'roots' of the massive mountain further inland, perhaps twice the size of Pyu Ivvi at most, baking in the afternoon sun. Stylistically, Kethi and Kzye seem related - the houses are of similar design. In a word: uninventive, but homely. [Editorial note: The sizes of Kzye and Pyu Ivvi have since been adjusted.]

The town seems to radiate something of a feel they'd last seen in Ehqaj - it's so quiet in the streets, as though lively were elsewhere. That is, until the sound of playing children drifts to them from somewhere to their front and right, full of bubbling joy, but distant. A playground, perhaps, at the edge of the town. Well, at least it's not all dead. Pleasantly, one of the first places in the town is its PokéCenter… small, but running and evidently kept clean and sparkling, not like in Pyu Ivvi.

Long minutes later, they're by a shallow lake set into the mountain side. Devi's back is resting against a particularly cube-shaped rock, narrowed eyes denoting contemplation, her trousers dusted by the dry, gravelly ground, looking out at the desolate but strangely beautiful landscape. The outlook seems almost martian from here - Kzye's roofs are a few feet below them, and mostly off to the left. The shallow waters are a hot spring of sorts - given the vicinity to the volcano, no real surprise.

Collected from N'Sehla:

It was now shortly past midnight, with Dakarai trudging through the rapidly chilling, arid landscape around Kzye, the lights of the settlement glinting at the foot of the dormant volcano, just a handful of klicks ahead - two or three.

Kzye was the first gym battle he was mildly wary of, though - apparently, Sirius' pokémon weren't as well-documented, and he only had pieces of contradicting information to guide him. All he was certain about at this point was that he had Fire and Electric pokémon and that he was well-known for his Raichu.

The first house of Kzye, something of an island amongst the rugged landscape, passes by Dakarai's left as he continues to stalk up the path to the settlement, consciously keeping his breath steady, not letting it slip into a more fickle mode. His gaze drifts through the dimly lit streets, squinting, hoping for signs pointing to the gym in one way or the other.

No signs. It's typical of settlements this size, of course - he found the Pyu Ivvi gym by something resembling sheer chance, too. Of course, he'd had more energy then. Right now, his bones ached and demanded sleep, albeit quietly. “Which direction?”

Keith Sirius is standing just outside the tunnel leading into the confines of the interior of the mountain. Warm air radiates out from the mouth of the tunnel. Someone else is stood beside Keith, smoking a cigarette - they seem to be involved in a jovial conversation, with Keith's arms crossed before his chest, right shoulder nuzzling the rocky wall beside him, tone joking, light-hearted.