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-**Pyu Ivvi** is a sea-side settlement of fishermen. Superstitions rule supreme here
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-and strangers are rarely welcome. With about four hundred people living here permanently,
+**Pyu Ivvi** is a sea-side settlement of fishermen. Superstitions rule supreme here and strangers are rarely welcome. With about four hundred people living here permanently, it comes with a sense of 'everyone knows everyone else' - perhaps with the exception of the gymleader, who seems refreshingly removed from the suspicious grouchiness inherit to everyone else.
-it comes with a sense of 'everyone knows everyone else' - perhaps with the exception
-of the gymleader, who seems refreshingly removed from the suspicious grouchiness inherit
+See also: //[[place:Pyu Ivvi:Zubat Cove]]// and //[[place:Pyu Ivvi:PokéCenter]]//
-to everyone else.
 ===== Descriptions from Sessions =====
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 Collected from [[plot:Arsaga]]:
-After [[place:Njoty]] and [[place:Nightclaw]], this little fishery village radiates much of a
+After [[place:Njoty]] and [[place:Nightclaw]], this little fishery village radiates much of a rural feel, set atop a low, grassy cliff, nestled into the mostly flat landscape, with a strange natural indent in the cliff face leading down to the port of Pyu Ivvi, piers made entirely of wooden planks and pillars, darkened by the waves. Not surprising if one considers the effect of the floods, their arrival was met with a strange suspicion... many curious, mistrusting glances cast their way, but little actual commotion.
-rural feel, set atop a low, grassy cliff, nestled into the mostly flat landscape, with a
-strange natural indent in the cliff face leading down to the port of Pyu Ivvi, piers made
-entirely of wooden planks and pillars, darkened by the waves. Not surprising if one considers
-the effect of the floods, their arrival was met with a strange suspicion... many curious,
-mistrusting glances cast their way, but little actual commotion.
-If one didn't know better - and, honestly, our heroes don't - one could think that the arrival
-of the oddball group was being considered a bad omen, or that they were presumed to be the
-embodiment of evil spirits, taking human form to deceive the townsfolk. At least that's the
-air here, and it's not pleasant, eliciting forced smiles denoting 'We come in peace.
-Honestly. I mean, really,' in Devi's and Neike's faces.
-Then, disaster. The PokéCenter, nestled into the south end of the city, seems to be //closed//.
-With clouds smothering the light of the day, and no light inside it, it looks almost abandonned,
-a disheartening, almost frightening sight, though it's presumably just not active right now. As
-it is, it's a ridiculously small building, though given some others here, one might be grateful
-that it's not a small wooden //shack//, at least.
-The diffuse light cast through the clouds illuminates the area mostly uniformly, giving it an
-even more surreal feel than it normally would have, bathed in soft light, greying the planes of
-grass stretching inland from Pyu Ivvi, the perceivedly white colour of the cliff's stones a
-thin seam at the edge of the same... at least as long as they're not heading down the cobblestone
-path to the port itself, the landscape dragging itself down into a smoothed canyon, the earthy
-ground bleaching, becoming scattered with shells near the first wooden pathways.
-And as they reach the port, passing past the crassly vertical - if not very high - cliff face
-and onto the wooden structures built across the waves, they can see the gym, though it takes
-the craning of their heads to do so. It's set into a cavern elevated above the waves, off to
-their collective right when coming down that path. Or, well, it seems to be - the only real
-indicator are heavy rope bridges ranking up towards it, and the flag that's being held out of
-the cavern by a long pole vanishing into its depths, rippling in the wind, depicting a purely
-mythical dragon, with a stylised pokéball above and below it, the blotches of red making the
-purpose obvious. The wind whips at the flag, creasing its folds, causing its silken surface to
-appear almost iridescent, or like water itself, mercilessly at whim of the elements, its
-bottom end fringed from all the beatings given to it by the gusts.
-As they cross the last half of the way across the bridges, the inside of the cavern becomes
+If one didn't know better - and, honestly, our heroes don't - one could think that the arrival of the oddball group was being considered a bad omen, or that they were presumed to be the embodiment of evil spirits, taking human form to deceive the townsfolk. At least that's the air here, and it's not pleasant, eliciting forced smiles denoting 'We come in peace. Honestly. I mean, really,' in Devi's and Neike's faces.
-visible. It's not lit by anything but daylight, and the shadows cast by the cliff itself make
-it hard to discern much inside it, but there's a small platform of stone immediately by the
-bridge, though the rest of the cavern seems entirely ragged in its entire depth... which, all
-things considered, isn't much. One could probably climb down the platform and cross over to
-where a dome-like, ivory-coloured building sits nestled, but not only does that seem tedious,
-but potentially dangerous. The cavern is alive with the sounds of Zubat - clung to the shadowed
-part of the cavern walls, fluttering to and fro, and generally seeming to have claimed the
-cavern for themselves. Despite this, calmly, a Spearow is perched on a pole set into a manmade
-hole on the smooth surface of the stone platform, peering at Marcus, head tilted curiously. One
-of its talons is locked around a short scroll of sorts.
-The Spearow tilts its head the other way as Marcus begins his question, before cawing almost
+The diffuse light cast through the clouds illuminates the area mostly uniformly, giving it an even more surreal feel than it normally would have, bathed in soft light, greying the planes of grass stretching inland from Pyu Ivvi, the perceivedly white colour of the cliff's stones a thin seam at the edge of the same... at least as long as they're not heading down the cobblestone path to the port itself, the landscape dragging itself down into a smoothed canyon, the earthy ground bleaching, becoming scattered with shells near the first wooden pathways.
-aggressively, its feathers spiking outward, and spreading its wings what at first appears to
-be threateningly. Then it visible inhales, before pushing itself away from the post - leaving
-the scroll to roll about on the top of it ever so slightly - and veers around, flapping its
-small wings and carrying its light body across the cavern in direction of the ivory building.
-Time to read the scroll, then?
-On the scroll, a beautifully elaborate handwriting greets them. "Welcome, travellers, to the
+The light is still comparatively dim, though broad rays of light are slanting across the landscape now that the sun is slowly beginning a path towards setting, the late afternoon taking its toll, so to speak. The light is no less alien, though, infusing the whole area with a surreal, dream-like feel. Mister Fishes is gone from near the PokéCenter, at least, and the nearest person is a woman carrying two buckets of freshwater along a barely visible path winding along the edges of Pyu Ivvi. This place has ghost town qualities.
-Pyu Ivvi pokémon gym. While you're reading this, [[pokémon:Hayato]] is notifying me of your
-arrival. I ask that you please be patient for the while." Oh, how curious, so that's what the
-Spearow was doing? "If you have come to battle, gym rules are two on two with no swap-outs
-allowed. Loss by K.O., death, or the touch of a Zubat, which you have no doubt noticed inhabit
-this cavern to hundreds."
-A new paragraph. "When Hayato returns, whatever your concerns, please write them onto the back
+Rhaptor had led the group of three south, towards a meadow leading out to a short lagoon, the cliff flattened out at this point, but the hills around the area shielding it astoundingly efficiently from the wind. The dale's flattened at the edges, and an old, weathered sign pointed out that the area was intended for camping.
-of this note and give it to him. If you wish a dialogue, I will send a pokémon to FLY you across
-to my domain. For all other concerns, I recommend staying at the platform." The signature takes
-up generous amounts of space. '[[character:Tove Zipporah]]'.
-It seems like a small miracle that the swarm did not take off entirely and rained past the
+"Pyu Ivvi is a small town. You mentioned that the route 'tween them and Nightclaw's been compromised by floods. Did you stick around to find out anything about their local mythology?" A chuckle later, half an explanation: "They probably thought you were trolls."
-visitors and out into broad daylight, but the inward thanks goes unstated. Why Tove chose to live
-there, subjecting the badgequesters to the torment of many wings, is hard to say. Perhaps that
-was its purpose - torment. Either way, the group's hurried down from the cavern and across the
-bridge, then back to the solid ground of the port and cobblestone path back up to the meadows.
-The light is still comparatively dim, though broad rays of light are slanting across the
+"Their folklore's mostly centered around fishing, and the sea. I suppose you can guess why - it's just what they do there," Catherine chuckles, explaining it, crossing her arms casually. "So, with that comes a deep respect from water. And they're a small town, so notions prosper quickly - Taisto mentioned something about them believing rivers are guarded by trolls. I bet they think floods are caused by them, too. And if the only way you could have arrived in their town was through a flooded area, they probably think you're either under the protection of the trolls, or are some yourselves - since trolls don't like people."
-landscape now that the sun is slowly beginning a path towards setting, the late afternoon taking
-its toll, so to speak. The light is no less alien, though, infusing the whole area with a surreal,
-dream-like feel. Mister fishes is gone from near the PokéCenter, at least, and the nearest person
-is a woman carrying two buckets of freshwater along a barely visible path winding along the edges
-of Pyu Ivvi. This place has ghost town qualities.
-Meanwhile, as Nikki enters it, the PokéCenter remains cast in darkness, until the outlines of
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-Rhaptor lean across the just as vague outlines of the counter and neon lights slowly flicker to
-life. Light fills the area. It's a very small pokémon center... possibly one of the oldest in
-regards to its gear, too, judging by the looks of things...