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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 | + | |
- | to everyone else. | + | |
- | See also: // | + | See also: // |
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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. | + | |
- | If one didn't know better - and, honestly, our heroes don't - one could think that the arrival | + | 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,' |
- | 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 diffuse light cast through |
- | With clouds | + | |
- | a disheartening, almost frightening sight, though it' | + | |
- | it is, it' | + | |
- | that it's not a small wooden | + | |
- | The diffuse | + | The light is still comparatively dim, though broad rays of light are slanting across |
- | even more surreal feel than it normally would have, bathed in soft light, | + | |
- | grass stretching inland from Pyu Ivvi, the perceivedly white colour of the cliff' | + | |
- | thin seam at the edge of the same... | + | |
- | path to the port itself, the landscape dragging itself down into a smoothed canyon, | + | |
- | 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 | + | 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 |
- | 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, | + | |
- | 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 | + | "Pyu Ivvi is a small town. You mentioned that the route 'tween them and Nightclaw' |
- | Rhaptor lean across the just as vague outlines of the counter and neon lights slowly flicker to | + | |
- | life. Light fills the area. It' | + | |
- | regards | + | |
- | Rhaptor glances up at Marcus, though he keeps it brief - the glint in his eyes is still obvious, | + | "Their folklore' |
- | regardless, even as he casts his gaze back down, having sidled to behind the counter and run his | + | |
- | hands across the surface, inspecting | + | |
- | this'll take a bit of diagnosis, unfortunately, | + | |
- | prehistoric times..." He trails off, then shakes his head slightly, glancing up at Nikki. " | + | |
- | 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 the device, keeping an attentive eye on the | + | {{tag>[minimal]}} |
- | read-outs. Silent. | + | |
- | 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 | + | |
- | 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. | + | |
- | + | ||
- | "Pyu Ivvi is a small town. You mentioned that the route 'tween them and Nightclaw' | + | |
- | by floods. Did you stick around to find out anything about their local mythology?" | + | |
- | half an explanation: | + | |
- | + | ||
- | "Their folklore' | + | |
- | 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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