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Post by KANE on Dec 10, 2011 1:41:55 GMT -5
Alyssa looked out over the water lapping hungrily at the shores of Lilycove. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been sitting where she was. She hadn’t moved, scarcely even breathed from the time it took for the sun to break just over the sea level to slightly elevated in the sky. The clouds were illuminated by the burning brilliance of the sun, tainting their usual white color a pink-red-orange that reminded Alyssa of a painting her parents hung in their home when she was younger. Her white hair was stuffed beneath the red beanie atop her head, which cut off just above the line of her eyebrows, letting her pass for a boy from the back. A tuft of her bangs stuck out above the bridge of her nose and between her cerulean eyes. They watched the water unblinkingly, the moving waves almost hypnotizing her to stay watching. A cool sea breeze blew over the small beach, but it didn’t bother her, despite the fact she was wearing a sleeveless black shirt. The black gloves that cut off halfway up her hand stretched just past her elbows, too, leaving plenty of skin. For some reason, the stillness which she had practiced for the morning lulled her senses to sleep, almost.
She moved, finally, when she glanced down at her left hand against her red pants. In it was a crumpled note she held. Ever since her recent ‘promotion’ of sorts to the Regional Leader of Hoenn for Nox, a few days ago, she’d kept it almost constantly on her person as soon as she’d written the original copy. She had written a letter to someone she hadn’t seen in a long time – her childhood friend, Wallace. She had felt compelled to see him at this change in her original plan of simply trying to end the war. Maybe he could offer her some sort of advice on what it was like to be a leader of that importance? He was Hoenn’s current champion…he must have a tip or two for her, right? Among other things? Steven Stone, too. However, she’d never met Steven. She knew Wallace had connections with him, though, and she’d asked him to contact Steven and meet her there – on the shores of Lilycove. After sending the message to Wallace’s secretaries via bird pokemon from Fortree, she had simply left to start on her way to a safe location before heading to Lilycove.
Alyssa moved her right hand slightly against the top of Cannon’s head-body on which she was sitting. Recently, she’d taken to watching sunrises and sunsets with her pokemon one at a time. She hoped maybe it would better acquaint her with them if she hadn’t already, and put them that much closer to being friends and comrades rather than simply trainer and pokemon. In truth Cannon wasn't the only one out at the moment...Swampert was out as well, but he was well-hidden beneath surface of the waves, having a good time in a more natural environment than in a pokeball, hunting for himself. Alyssa found that food that he would eat in the wild - i.e. other fish-like pokemon - was a good supplement to his diet. She turned her left hand slightly to face the note upwards towards her eyes, and she re-read the letter, quietly. She spoke out loud though there was nobody to hear besides the Metagross below her, which stood still as a stone, watching the sunrise and waves with her.
”Hello Wallace,
I can’t believe it has been so long since I last spoke with you, not only in person, but in writing as well. I was just dreaming the other night about the first time we met so many years ago. I’m sure you’ve been terribly busy. I know I have. Some things changed a bit in my life very recently, so I’ve been trying to adjust to that. I’m having trouble with that, though. I know…it may be a bit sudden after being out of touch for so long, but would you care to meet up? I think Lilycove would be a lovely location…four days from now? Also, I know this would further be a bit much to ask of you on such short notice, but could you…possibly contact Steven Stone and have him come as well? I never got the chance to meet him, but I know you have connections with him, so you’re more likely than I to know where he is.
I hope to see you soon. I’ll probably be on the shores.
Much love,
A. Akiyama”
Sighing a bit, Alyssa leaned over slightly, keeping her legs crossed and as flat as possible to the sides of her black-sneakered feet. ”How did that sound?” she asked the Iron-Leg pokemon nervously. The usually stoic, and unblinking eyes of the Metagross looked up at her, jolting suddenly from their fixed gaze on the ocean. A metallic-sounding rumble, accompanied by a bit of movement from the pokemon that Alyssa could only assume was the equivalent of a shrug made her sigh again, hanging her head slightly in disappointment.
”Oh…” she said quietly. ”I just…hope I get to see him. We've kept in contact less than we should and only met each other on occasion...it's harder to now, too.”
Because of the war… she added silently.
Another rumble sounded from the pokemon, and it blinked once, in a way that Alyssa felt was almost sympathetically. ”Well…” she said, rubbing her hand against the Metagross’ body again. ”All I can do is wait…”
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Post by KANE on Dec 11, 2011 15:11:48 GMT -5
A letter from an exhausted Wingull had Wallace journeying in a rush for once. To reach Lilycove City in less three hours all the way from Dewford Town was almost impossible. Not only because of the large distance it covered but traversing Hoenn's seas was dangerous, even to a professional. Perhaps to others they would call the waves unmerciful, relentless, violent and the islands deceitful, hallucinatory, traitorous but they misunderstand; Hoenn's seas simply had a life and personality of its own that visitors must learn and make adjustments from. It was not just a territory, it was a completely new world out here akin to a new country and culture. For Wallace, this was his home and he knew his dearest place at the very bottom of the heart. To Wallace, this was no challenge. When thrown in the middle of the ocean, Wallace could find his way through without trouble even when a piece of land was not even in sight.
Wallace stood firm on Alice's elongated back with only one hand keeping him from losing balance and spiraling him down the waters. It took practice and coordination to keep himself from falling off the Milotic's slippery skin while surfing in a speed faster than a motorboat. Even the snappish turns did not shake Wallace off. Alice was his fastest swimmer but her speed right now was nothing compared to her speed underwater. If they were traveling underwater, Wallace had no doubts they would reach Lilycove in just two; however, the idea of getting soaked wasn't very appealing at the moment. No spare clothes, no cotton towels, no herbal soap, no shampoo and conditioner – oh, Wallace was not exactly prepared for a swim right now and he had to look presentable as much as possible! If he had received the letter earlier, he would have done better preparations. Due to the sudden arrival of the letter though, Wallace had to adjust.
Of all letters that was delivered to him late, it had to be a letter from a friend. His secretaries were probably not aware that Wallace had an acquaintance he didn't keep a track of because letters from his colleagues and friends were handled by Tiffany while the rest were their job. But Wallace hadn't seen or heard of his surprise sender...nor did he expect their reunion to be at this time and point in history in positions that was, he would say, fortunate but nevertheless startling.
The sender of the letter had no complete name written down. Only the A initial and the surname Akiyama was left. Wallace did no recognize it immediately. That was how long they have last met. The name stirred a memory deep within his head and left him with a persistent, nagging feeling of knowing this name and the face behind this person. A couple of minutes of pondering, he figured it out and set off in haste. The urgency was not that of an emergency but of eagerness. He simply must meet her again.
But not too soon, a foil to the plan happened. Wallace arrived just in the nick of time, the sun gazing from its afternoon spot in the sky, and was striding across the shores when he realized he had no idea what she looked like. It had been years. Who knows just how much she have changed? Perhaps she would recognize him instead? True he too had changed but Wallace was the former Gym Leader of Sootopolis and the reigning Champion of Hoenn...well, former Champion of Hoenn as well. Lux, the reigning sovereign, did not recognize him deserving of the throne anyway. He need not their nod. Wallace still adorned his cape like he was still – and is – Hoenn's Champion and people recognized him as such even before Lux's invasion.
Opting to search for clues than sit and wait, he went over to a boy seated on a rock. “Excuse me, have you seen a young woman with brown hair and...” Around how old would she be now? “In her twenties around here?”
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 19:04:54 GMT -5
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 20:03:17 GMT -5
Alyssa’s eyes remained locked on the ocean for the whole sunrise. When she was relatively relaxed – as she was – and in a calm state of mind or with her pokemon, her sense of time evaporated as quickly as water would on the surface of the sun. The patience she had which some had called abnormal shone brightest at a time like this, mostly because she lost track of time herself if she was waiting for somebody. It was only when Cannon shifted slightly beneath her that she blinked and became more conscious of her surroundings than she had been. The white-haired trainer glanced down at the Iron Leg pokemon questioningly, casting her thoughts out to it. She was met with the usual silence that the Metagross presented her whenever she tried to make him use his telepathy. Of her Psychic pokemon, Daybreak and Aurora were by far most keen to communicate with their trainer through such, whereas Knight did so only in critical situations, and Cannon only had once.
She shook her head a bit and relaxed her back, curling forwards to stretch out her spine, as opposed to keeping it stiff and straight as it had been for the past…how long? She lifted her cerulean eyes to the sky and felt her jaw drop in surprise. It had already been a couple of hours. Did I really lose track of time that terribly? she wondered, almost amused by the fact. It didn’t bother her that the two men she’d requested to meet up with weren’t there as well. That only meant that she would have more time with her pokemon until they arrived. Looking down at the water, she didn’t see any dark patches that would signify the placement of her beloved Swampert. He must be down deep.. Alyssa thought, knowing she could call him to the surface within seconds through simply slapping the surface of the water.
Reaching a hand to the eyebrow-level brim of her red beanie, she lifted the knit hat slightly off her forehead, pulling it forward so she could swipe her hand across her forehead, pulling her bangs to the side and sticking them firmly beneath the hat so they wouldn’t fall out. She hadn’t worn her hat in this fashion for a while. Generally she would at least leave her bangs sticking out, or some hair in the back, but for whatever reason she hadn’t today. If my hat falls off, I suppose I’ll keep it off… she thought with a smile.
She was so out-of-touch with her surroundings that she nearly jumped when she heard a voice behind her, and an unfamiliar one at that, despite the fact it had a tone that she vaguely recognized.
”Excuse me, have you seen a young woman with brown hair and in her twenties around here?”
Alyssa considered for a moment, remaining staring at the water to think. Had she? No…she’d mostly been staring out into the ocean. Not once did it occur to her that someone who hadn’t seen her for as long as Wallace would still recall her hair being brown. ”I’m sorry…” she said, turning some as she spoke. ”I’m afraid I ha—“ she cut off when she turned far enough around atop her Metagross’ body to see the person that had approached her. Clad in the Champion’s cloak, Alyssa didn’t see the familiar clothes or build of her friend, but what she did see was his unmistakable hair and face. Her expression moved from one of surprise to a soft smile, her gaze gentling some as she looked at the friend she’d not seen in years. It was proof enough that they had been out of consistent contact for years based upon the fact she hadn’t even recognized his voice.
”Hey, Wallace…” she said, the soft smile growing slightly. She turned all the way around, crossing one leg over the other against the back of Cannon. ”It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” The Veteran Trainer paused before hopping off of the Metagross’ body-head, standing straight as she looked up at the Champion before her. He’s gotten tall… she noted, guessing he was almost a foot taller than her now.
”Too long, I’ll say…”
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Post by KANE on Dec 16, 2011 9:31:36 GMT -5
((drugged-up post))
he brushed away hair from his face. lilycove city, home to shopping, contests and pretty much what wallace approved of. he was sure that wallace had made up a tall tale about having someone to meet. most likely his beauty assistants in the supermarket, the former champion thought as he walked into the air-conditioned building. he had took care to ignore all signs of being late, choosing to spare himself the agony of staring at cosmetics.
"ah, are you looking for wallace? he hasn't been here."
steven shook his head, waving away the assistant. he had no idea people knew of their relationship and had started to assume more and more about it. leave everything to the tabloids and it was sure to go to hell, he realized. spotting something interesting on the shelves, he picked it up, paid for it, then headed out of the mall, satisfied with his purchase - a bottle of moomoo milk. he sipped it idly, then headed towards the shoreline.
soon, he decided against it, preferring to stay atop the cliff that overlooked the shore. a familiar figure walked across the sands towards someone seated on what seemed like a metagross - lux member? as far as things were concerned, only lux members could carry pokémon, but seeing as the area was currently being disputed over, it probably didn't matter as much. and from his perch, he watched two interact as he drank his milk, wondering what wallace had to do with the other person.
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