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Post by KANE on Feb 15, 2012 0:25:46 GMT -5
Volkner, Byron, Roark
Paige, Wes
Olivine City
Between the Battle of Village Bridge and the Battle of Snowpoint
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It almost made him sick, this war. While yes, the cities were important to claim and Lux was a prime enemy, Byron couldn't help but stare at the destruction with a hint of distaste. How many fathers had lost their children to this war? Would he, one day, walk onto the battlefield and see Roark there, laid out before him, eyes focused on the sky but not seeing the clouds passing by?
No, he couldn't think of that. Roark was alive and well, and Byron would fight to keep it that way.
Around him, people were at work. They carried beams and hammers and meandered about, fixing buildings and patching up rooftops. Byron's Scizor was trying her best to help out--she would bring more nails and bottles of water to those that got her attention. Another group coordinated their Pokemon to help clear out the rubble--Byron's Metang was one of these, and even Magnezone, with its magnetic pull, could get chunks of iron out of the way.
All in all, the event was supported, and far beyond Byron's expectations. A few houses got patched up, and while Byron began it in a bad mood, the energy from people and Pokemon working together to fix up a town that needed help was enough to lift his spirits. He was certain that there might even be a few Lux among the group, and while normally Byron would lash out at them, he found himself not caring.
Today, it was about the people of Olivine, not some war that was destroying the regions.
Lunch breaks, however, were a thing that had to happen. Wiping the sweat off his brow, Byron moved to the center of town, where a few tables had been set up. After filling his entire plate with food, he took a seat on the ground near a pile of planks, sighing as he got the chance to relax.
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Post by KANE on Feb 15, 2012 0:26:37 GMT -5
Considering the fact that Nox wasn’t really welcome in some parts of Johto, Roark probably shouldn’t have even come to help in the first place. He should have been back in Oreburgh, helping to defend it from attack. Then again, Roark figured, the people that worked in the mines were more than capable of helping out the city in his absence. They were strong, and he had indeed informed them that he would be absent for a bit, so it’s not like they were left with no warning.
One might think about the casualties of war. Though it was vicious and bloody, it was necessary for peace. Rather contradicting, yes? Roark shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away from his mind. One can't constantly think about the bad of the whole situation. One must also think about the good. How many lives would be saved if Nox were to win? What if they lost the overall battle? It'd be a shame. So many good people already lost, and surely, more were to follow.
Roark knocked his knuckles on one side of his head. 'Stop that.', he thought to himself, somewhat irritated as he glanced about, taking a short break. 'I can't dwell on it. Only making it worse...'. He heaved a heavy sigh and was about to start on helping to build again, but then someone called for a section of the people to go on lunch break, and he figured that he might as well go on and be with the people, even if he didn't particularly want to eat at the moment. He wanted to focus on the physical labor. It kept his mind off of the negatives, distracting him. Despite being rather skinny, he was strong, though seemingly nowhere near as strong as his father.
Roark began the short walk back to the area where tables were set up. Rather than going for food though, he looked about for his father. He wasn't worried about being hungry; he simply wished to see his dad. In the current day and time, one oftentimes chose to spend time with family, and Byron was all Roark had, really. Food could wait.
"Hey!" he barked, trying to get Byron's attention. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes doing a quick once over of his dad's general state. The other was dirty and sweaty. Not that Roark himself wasn't, but even so. Byron was a man who worked very hard, but Roark didn't like it when his father overexerted himself. He then noticed that Byron was eating and he flashed the man a grin, taking a seat near him. "Everything going alright?"
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Post by KANE on Feb 15, 2012 0:30:02 GMT -5
He was soaked in sweat, it was the sweat of a hard days work. Photon, his Electivire, was currently helping him transport dead wood to the current burn pile they had on the beaches near the water. The air was crisp and somewhat cold, being feburary it seemed that spring would be on its way very soon. The 6'0 man was currently hefting a long pole on his back. He was stripped down to only his black undershirt that was sticking to his back with the sweat of manual labor. Volkner had found himself slightly slacking in that area with no projects to work on, no real place to train. He really needed to find some kind of temporary base to stay at until he got Sunyshore back.
Which he would.
As trainer and yellow fuzzy pokemon dropped the wood off Volkner swiped at his brow and looked up at the sky. The sun seemed to be pretty high and Volkner estimated it was about mid day. He looked over at Photon and saw the Electivire was enjoying the time outside and working. most of Volkner's team were out and about. Ursula and Beacon were making sure the fire's stayed within control. The Octillary and Lanturn were enjoying the time in the water as well. Volkner predicted that Striker and Prism were helping the other men as well in any way they could. Volt was sick and Volkner had made sure to send the old Raichu to the Pokecenter to keep it healthy.
Feeling, as well as hearing, his stomach growl Volkner slightly wondered if his stomach had lowered the attack of those around him. He smiled to himself and wandered over to his belongings and grabbed a lunch he'd packed for his trip in Olivine. Byron was around here somewhere, Volkner knew. Appearing on the scene as a Leader, Volkner suspected he should make good public appearances. Looking around Volkner looked around and spotted the purple haired Canalave Gym Leader. Volkner usually didn't converse with the other Gym Leaders. In all reality although they were neighbors, Volkner usually debated on conversing with Byron just because the man was a bit... loud.
Volkner had heard rumors all he talked was "defensedefensedefenseDEFENSE." It had bade the moody quite electric type gym leader a bit wary to converse. But he had, to an extent in the past. Mainly when forced. Volkner had weighed the pros and cons when hearing about Byrons little project. Getting support from Byron would be something good, he could possibly win over Roarke that way as well. Dealing with Rock Gym Leaders was a tricky thing for Volkner.
Spotting a red head beside Byron Volkner waved up a hand. "Hello. Good to see you two. Working hard?" Volkner asked trying to smooth into the conversation. He had never been much or them but figured if he was going into a leader position he really needed to try and get people more friendly with him and being able to get their ideas, worries and concern. He worked for the people, with the people and because of the people. They were fighting for freedom were they not? Without people, there would be no freedom. So if the people he served wanted freedom thats what he'd fight for.
To do that he needed cooperation.
"May I join you?" Volkner asked lifting his lunch sack, nothing more than a old paper brown bag stuffed with a sandwhich and juice carton, to show his lunch with a forced easy smile. He probably looked like an awkward little penguin but Volkner figured when things got tough, you rolled up your sleeves and got to work.
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Post by KANE on Feb 15, 2012 0:32:52 GMT -5
Olivine City had used to be a majestic place...key word being used to; the little girl reflected on that as she wandered into the place, only to stop and blink at all the people. Had it been this busy the last time she had been here? For indeed, the girl had been here before during her first venture into Johto, having arrived via the docks; she thought back and nodded to herself. Yes, it had been this busy then, but for entirely different reasons; back then, there had been sailors all around the dock, busy doing their job, which was...being sailors. Huh. She just realized she had no idea what sailors really did. "Seems this place has changed a lot, Serene...much like so many places because of this war," Paige said to the Leafeon walking beside her, her coat glistening in the sun; yes, so many places had changed because of this war. But she didn't concentrate on that at all, because that would lead her down a dark train of thoughts. She didn't like the war or approve of it at all, but she knew that Lux was just trying their best; a brief glance towards where the lighthouse had once been proved that much. Nox had apparently taken control of the place, and in their haste, they had knocked down what made Olivine...well, Olivine, its lighthouse. She hoped the Ampharos that lived at the top of the place had gotten out safely. "Feon?" the evolution of Eevee question as she looked up at her owner, a worried expression on her face; even she could tell when the girl was troubled by something. Giving her pokemon a sheepish smile, Paige continued forward into the city, and soon enough, she found herself assisting with the effort to rebuild the city. Of course, she didn't do so directly, owing to her young age and weak physical condition, but Leafeon helped via lifting up bits of rubble with its vines, while Tranquility, her Cherrim, did the same thing, though with much weaker vines than Leafeon. Hope, her Mawile, also assisted by smashing rubble that was either too big to be moved or...well really, she just plain smashed all the rubble she came across. The second mouth she possessed also had a gargantuan grip, which also helped to move things about in a much easier fashion than the way the others were doing it. Then, just like that, lunch break was called; lunch break? Huh, she wasn't even aware there had been lunch! She recalled her pokemon, but decided to let Hope stay out, because she seemed tired and drained more than the other two. With that decided upon, the child and Mawile approached the lunch, and soon they both had food, though Mawile was holding hers on a plate. Seeing no one else to approach, she went on a whim and approached random people...namely, three older men. Hm, what a sight the four of them must make. "Um, hello." she said, a bit shy at the last moment; she just realized who these people were, gym leaders each, and all in Nox. True, they probably wouldn't do anything to a little girl, no matter what side she was on, but still, it was intimidating to be in their presence, even if they seemed like fairly nice people. They were trying to repair Olivine, after all. "I can join you three, right?" she asked; meanwhile, her Mawile continued to munch on her food all the way, ignoring the conversation. |
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Post by KANE on Feb 15, 2012 8:26:25 GMT -5
Wes arrived in Olivine early that morning only to see a ravaged, war stricken tow. He heard that Olivine was supposedly one of the most beautiful port cities of the world, that was true no longer. Upon entering he saw two kids fighting over tickets of some sort and no adults around to really stop them. Wes revved his bike loudly for a moment startling the two and causing them to run separate ways stopping the conflict for a moment or two. Wes was no hero, he hated being called that. He just did what he had to, and had a very strong push from a very righteous girl, all in all he was just a fighter. Even so he couldn't just walk away from this. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. The Motorcycle riding trainer threw out three Pokeballs knowing they'd be able to help him make a little bit of a difference in the post-apocalyptic city. "Eif, Umb I want you two to work together and help find people under the rubble, and help keep citizens under control." Eif and Umb were a tag team they covered each other perfectly and were my two most trusted pokemon. Eif would use it's Psychic attacks to pick up and remove debris to help make way through the city and possibly save a few lives while Umb would locate the people himself overturning each and every stone in the process, as that was in his careful nature. "Libel." Wes turned his attention to the large ground dragon type he released only moments ago. "I need you to use your strength and help remove all the larger pieces of debris off of houses and help clear the streets and buildings of it all. If you have any major problems with lifting a piece up use your dragon claw to separate it, making it easier to carry for little pokemon." The ground dragon nodded and then made its way out into the town. Wes grinned, "I guess I better do my part as well." He unzipped his jacket and threw it off tying it around his now locked and parked bike, not wanting it to get dirtier than it already was. The Jacket once concealed the tattoo he had on my upper arm one he usually tried to hide, but he had more important things to worry about at the moment. With his pokemon gone and his jacket off Wes made his way into the town as well. This was all 5 hours ago. In the last 5 hours Wes released the rest of my team. Oge was healing any and everybody it could with its Natural healing powers and its Wish technique, Den was busy working with the major electricians of the city, and got quite a bit of attention seeing as Ampharos was a very popular pokemon in this city. Mamo was helping clear debris, as well as helping keep the peace, after all A gigantic boar pokemon looking you down would be enough to make any sane man reevaluate their choices. Doom was helping burn all the left over unusable wood that just blocked ways. Earlier the hound pokemon acted as an alert system. If he noticed anyone fallen or trapped he'd howl and people would come and help out said individual person or pokemon alike. Wes was actually feeling pretty good about this, he hadn't felt like this in awhile. Like he was actually making a difference. Something no press conference could really give the satisfaction of. Currently Wes was on his own lunch break picking up a small sandwich from the rations department and listening to two famous prominent workers, he had seen their faces on posters for Nox. He wouldn't fight them or attack but he'd listen hoping to catch their reasons for fighting in general. Soon another girl joined the group. Wes wouldn't go over there as he was perfectly complacent with leaning up against a wall around them eating his sandwich quietly all the while listening to what the three had to say. |
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Post by KANE on Feb 15, 2012 13:38:22 GMT -5
The hours had rolled by without Alyssa hardly even noticing them. She’d arrived at Olivine City early that morning – before the sun had even risen – to start on her project. She was aiding the repairs and reconstruction of houses in Olivine that had been ripped apart by the battle that took place in the city, away from the plateau on which the lighthouse stood. This war had raged through the main port of Johto and made it a shadow of what it used to be. When the white-haired Veteran Trainer had first come through the city thirteen years ago it had been bursting with life, a happy place to be and one where people could boast that they’d visited.
No longer.
She’d been terrified to return to Olivine, truly, after her brush with Platinum to help reconstruct. She knew she would be received negatively amongst most people at Olivine for the damage she’d inflicted upon the lighthouse. She wanted to help, though. She wanted to repair the damages the rest of Lux and Nox inflicted. Although the city was under Nox’s control now, she personally would welcome the help of Lux members so long as they didn’t try to start anything absurd. If they did that in this time of rebuilding, they would prove Nox’s image of them correct. I didn’t expect to let anyone influence me to return. Alyssa mused silently as she looked up to her pokemon who were helping as well. He did though. Should have expected as much.
Since Village Bridge, her arm had been bound in a sling. Although she had recently gotten to take it off (thankfully) her limb was still wrapped in bandages and she could only do one-handed work. Not exactly the most helpful thing in reconstruction, but she’d mostly been working on painting the interiors of houses that had recently been built, to welcome whomever was going to live in them once again. Five of her pokemon – her Swampert, Aggron, Metagross, Lucario and Blaziken – were helping out, doing the heavy lifting that their trainer could not participate in.
It wasn’t until she noticed the lack of people around her that she decided to investigate and maybe be a little social rather than sticking to herself. Upon stepping outside of the house, her ears caught wind of ‘lunch break’ murmured from other workers. Has it really been so many hours? she wondered absently, pushing her ponytail over her shoulder and walking away from the construction, towards a small group of five people that had gathered.
She approached the group and glanced them over, staying a ways away because she felt quite certain she wouldn’t necessarily be welcome, despite the fact she knew the yellow-haired man she stood behind quite well. Volkner, Byron (someone she hadn’t seen in a number of years), his son Roark (someone she hadn’t seen in an equally long time), a young, unfamiliar white-haired girl, and an equally unfamiliar man that appeared to be about her age. Tapping Volkner on the shoulder, she gave him a small smile and a nod before stepping towards the rock wall the unfamiliar man was leaning against. Her pokemon followed her, crowding the area a little as she emptied some food she’d made for them into bowls she pulled from her knapsack.
She pulled a small Net Ball from her belt and released the adorable, tiny Mudkip within it, who gave a squeak of pleasure at being released and jumped into her trainer’s lap. She, too, would play the part of an observer and listen to the conversation until dragged into it. Otherwise, she would likely not contribute and just see to it that her pokemon ate on their break.
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Post by KANE on Mar 2, 2012 16:55:06 GMT -5
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"You should probably get something to eat yourself," he said, squeezing his son's shoulder. "You're looking a little thin." Everyone was these days. Rations were hard to get, and feeding this group must have put a strain on so many people. Such was why Byron didn't shoo anyone away from the table. "Go on, lunch won't last forever, and there might not be a selection for very long."
A chirp from the top of the woodpile momentarily disracted him. There was a flutter of wings and then suddenly, an Archen plopped down clumsily in Roark's lap. Byron stared for a moment, then broke out in laughter. "Trying to fly again, huh?" He took his hand off the Archen's shoulder and patted her head. "Roark, this is Amber. I just got her in from a collector in Unova. Looks like she wanted to meet you!"
The rock-bird glanced up at Roark, then chirped. Byron went back to eating, hoping that Roark would take his advice and not starve himself. They would have remained there, father and son alone, but another happened to join them. Not that this upset Byron, no. He merely glanced up at Volkner and grinned. Amber also flapped her flightless wings and chriped a hello.
"Not at all! Have a seat!" Yes, the rumors of Byron being loud were true. But he wasn't that obsessed with defense. There were also FOSSILS and MYSONMYSONMYSONMYSON. He was also (a rarity among Lucius's characters) friendly, and even if Volkner preferred to stay in Sunyshore and keep to himself, Byron still welcomed Volkner as a part of the Sinnoh family. Volkner hadn't betrayed them, after all.
Cynthia didn't cross his mind, though. "Everything's coming together quite nicely," he said to Volkner. "We've made good progress on the Pokemon Center. The roof's structure is going back up, and the rubble's almost all out of it. We'll start on reflooring the Center once the roof gets done." Jade (his Scizor) would be a big help with that.
"Unusually good weather, don't you think?" Small talk, yes, but it was true. Usually there would be blizzards or rain. Not so in this case.
Suddenly, a girl was among them. She looked no older than eleven, and beside her was a Mawile. Byron's smile vanished as soon as he saw her, though. Instantly his mind thought the worst: she was orphaned or abandoned or forced to fight against her will, and his first instinct was to curse the war and all the families it destroyed.
But then rationale kicked in, and the smile returned. "Have a seat, kid." He then glanced down at her Mawile. "That's an excellent choice in Pokemon you have there. Steel types are reliable, don't you think?" He chuckled. Don't ask about the parents, he told himself. "What's your name? Mine's Byron, and this is Volkner and Roark." He pointed at each one as he said their names. "You're quite young to be helping. You're not hurting yourself, are you?"
The loner was examined briefly, but Byron didn't say anything to him. The tattoo was strange, as was the tan (a spray tan?), but Byron didn't comment on it. Everyone who helped had the right to be here, and so long as everyone held able bodies or trained Pokemon to help the cause, Byron wouldn't turn anyone away.
But there were people he'd rather not see. Alyssa Akiyama, the Hoenn Region Leader, had arrived, and her notoriety had spread. He wasn't quite sure what to think of her as a person, but her deeds... He couldn't say he approved of them. The lighthouse, Village Bridge, all of those... But then again, Lux spread lies. Perhaps it wasn't all too bad.
...Or perhaps Hoenn was full of terrorists and scum. He'd heard rumors about Steven Stone. He wasn't sure whether to believe them or not.
But Paige was here, and she was young, and he couldn't trouble her with more than necessary. His calm smile remained on his face as he continued eating.
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Post by KANE on Mar 16, 2012 0:04:50 GMT -5
Roark looked at his father, raising his eyebrow at his father's voice. He was used to the other man's yelling (took a while though) and had been for years, but sitting right next to the other wasn't exactly good for his hearing. The clanging of carts in the Oreburgh mines, machinery, and everything else didn't help either. Roark shook his head. He was determined to keep his hearing for as long as he could, and this included ignoring the loudness of Byron's voice in general.
"Nah dad, I'm fine." he replied. He was determined to just take a simple break, maybe get a drink of water, and then go back to work. This physical labor was a good way to relieve stress, something that was far too common nowadays, considering the destruction that was surrounding them.
And then there was an Archen. Roark tilted its head at it. When Byron introduced him to her, Roark's first instinct was to shake her nonexistent hand. He gave a soft laugh at the silly thing, flapping her wings and whatnot. Roark then patted her on the head too. "How ya doin', pretty thing?" Normally he wouldn't talk in such a 'silly' way to a Pokemon, but the little Archen was cute! She was a Rock type (partially anyway) and she was just... aesthetically pleasing. He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, making sure that they were staying so that he could see correctly.
Volkner then strolled up to them (rather awkwardly, in Roark's opinion) and nodded at the 'new' person. "Go ahead." He didn't hate Volkner in the slightest. They simply... never talked much. Training two completely different types, they really didn't have much in common besides the fact that they trained Pokemon.
They also had different interests. Roark liked fossils, rocks, and the like while Volkner seemed to like fiddling about with those... electrical things in his city. Roark sighed a little bit. He didn't want to seem rude, but they simply had almost nothing in common.
So many people seemed to be approaching Roark in his father. He glanced about, not liking the feeling of being surrounded. A silly fear, but a realistic one all the same. A young lady approached them. He waved in greeting to the kid, and nodded, giving her a smile when she asked if she could join them. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted yet another person, but he figured that if they meant to cause trouble for them, they probably would have done so already, so he paid this person no real mind.
Roark shook his head a little when another person approached the group. He was about to say something to her, perhaps in greeting, but no. She simply tapped Volkner on the shoulder and walked away. Roark squinted at her 'retreating' figure. She seemed familiar.
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Post by KANE on Mar 17, 2012 23:12:39 GMT -5
When Byron mentioned for Volkner to have a seat the blonde man nodded and pulled out a Magicarp sandwich (the equivilence of tunafish) that he'd packed into his lunch. Volkner excersized a hobby he often did in the summers of Sunyshore. He would people watch. Watching how people reacted to this and that without putting himself in danger. He did that now as he watched Roarke and Byron. It had always been a curiousity of Volkner's how families had gotten along. Especially father and son, Volkner thpught of his own and figured his father had never really been able to leave,his obsession of the mysteries of Sinnoh or antiques to be considered fatherly. Volkner dismissed the idea as he spotted a yellow fuzzball crawl out of his lunch pail and smiled. He rubbed the joltiks head with a smile as he watched the two once more. He spotted a flash of white hair away and excused himself.
"if you could pardon me, I see a friend I would like to drag over." Vokner said leaving the electric spider in charge of his food. He walked over and waved.
"Hey, Nix. What do you think you're doing being a wallflower." Volkner said crossing his arms and putting a friendly smile on his face. His tank top wasnt sticking to him as much now that he had cooled down. He grabbed her arm in a playful way and turned toward the other,man is face more serious.
"oi! We're having a group lunch. Why dont you stop and chat before going back to work? We wont bite. Unless we need to." Volkner said not recognizing the man. Was he lux? Or a new nox recruit? Deciding to leave it he waved a hand toward the group.
"Sorry to run off. This is Alyssa Akiyama, one of Hoenn's leaders. Alyssa this is Roarke and Byron. You've met them omce im sure?" Volkner asked with a smile.
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