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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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- | 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,' | + | |
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- | 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. | + | |
- | The light is still comparatively dim, though broad rays of light are slanting across the | + | 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 |
- | landscape now that the sun is slowly beginning | + | |
- | its toll, so to speak. The light is no less alien, though, infusing | + | |
- | 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 | + | The diffuse light cast through the clouds illuminates the area mostly uniformly, giving |
- | Rhaptor lean across | + | |
- | life. Light fills the area. It's a very small pokémon center... possibly one of the oldest in | + | |
- | regards | + | |
- | Rhaptor glances up at Marcus, though | + | The light is still comparatively dim, though |
- | regardless, even as he casts his gaze back down, having sidled | + | |
- | hands across the surface, inspecting it, clearing his throat slightly, before saying: "All right, | + | |
- | this' | + | |
- | prehistoric times..." | + | |
- | pokémon, please?" | + | |
- | with buttons and switches on some archaic healing device. His nose wrinkles a bit. | + | |
- | He takes the pokéballs and sends them, each, through | + | 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 |
- | 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' | + | |
- | restoring | + | |
- | Rhaptor had led the group of three south, towards | + | "Pyu Ivvi is a small town. You mentioned that the route 'tween them and Nightclaw' |
- | flattened out at this point, but the hills around the area shielding it astoundingly efficiently | + | |
- | from the wind. The dale' | + | |
- | area was intended for camping. | + | |
- | "Pyu Ivvi is a small town. You mentioned | + | "Their folklore' |
- | by floods. | + | |
- | half an explanation: | + | |
- | "Their folklore' | + | {{tag> |
- | just what they do there," | + | |
- | that comes a deep respect from water. And they' | + | |
- | 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." | + |
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