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- | **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, | + | **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 ' | + | |
- | of the gymleader, who seems refreshingly removed from the suspicious grouchiness inherit | + | See also: // |
- | to everyone else. | + | |
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- | After [[place: | + | After [[place: |
- | 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. | + | |
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- | 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,' | + | |
- | + | ||
- | Then, disaster. The PokéCenter, | + | |
- | With clouds smothering the light of the day, and no light inside it, it looks almost abandonned, | + | |
- | a disheartening, | + | |
- | 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. | + | |
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- | 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' | + | |
- | thin seam at the edge of the same... at least as long as they' | + | |
- | 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. | + | |
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- | As they cross the last half of the way across the bridges, the inside of the cavern becomes | + | |
- | 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' | + | |
- | 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 | + | |
- | aggressively, | + | |
- | 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. " | + | |
- | Pyu Ivvi pokémon gym. While you're reading this, [[pokémon: | + | |
- | arrival. I ask that you please be patient for the while." | + | |
- | 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 | + | |
- | 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." | + | |
- | up generous amounts of space. ' | + | |
- | It seems like a small miracle | + | 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 |
- | visitors and out into broad daylight, but the inward thanks goes unstated. Why Tove chose to live | + | |
- | there, subjecting the badgequesters | + | |
- | was its purpose - torment. Either way, the group' | + | |
- | 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 diffuse |
- | 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 | + | |
- | dream-like feel. Mister fishes is gone from near the PokéCenter, | + | |
- | 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 | + | The light is still comparatively dim, though broad rays of light are slanting |
- | Rhaptor lean across the just as vague outlines of the counter and neon lights | + | |
- | life. Light fills the area. It' | + | |
- | regards to its gear, too, judging by the looks of things... | + | |
- | Rhaptor | + | Rhaptor |
- | regardless, even as he casts his gaze back down, having sidled to behind | + | |
- | hands across | + | |
- | this'll take a bit of diagnosis, unfortunately, | + | |
- | prehistoric times..." | + | |
- | pokémon, please?" | + | |
- | with buttons | + | |
- | He takes the pokéballs and sends them, each, through the device, keeping an attentive eye on the | + | "Pyu Ivvi is a small town. You mentioned |
- | read-outs. Silent. [...] "Well, fortunately, | + | |
- | says, attempting both to be professional in his PokéCenter duties and brutally veer the | + | |
- | conversation away from that. [...] Setting his gaze back down on the pokéballs, he sets the device | + | |
- | to simple healing - or so's to be assumed - and slowly but surely goes through the pokéballs, | + | |
- | restoring the pokémon inside them. | + | |
- | Rhaptor had led the group of three south, towards a meadow leading out to a short lagoon, the cliff | + | "Their folklore' |
- | flattened out at this point, but the hills around the area shielding | + | |
- | from the wind. The dale's flattened at the edges, and an old, weathered sign pointed out that the | + | |
- | area was intended for camping. | + | |
- | If Nikki were to move into the building | + | {{tag>[minimal]}} |
- | she'd notice it was indeed quite small, and, in fact, consisted only of a single room, however | + | |
- | spaceous, with only the bathroom encapsulated in a compartment off to the right, breaking the | + | |
- | spherical nature of the inside with that straight wall. | + |
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