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QUOTE(Furoh Blog Entry #8) Delayed This trip is taking a tad longer than I thought. I know Furoh is a huge place, but when you need to get somewhere, the distance seems even larger. I’m not saying that I’m not enjoying it though. I’ve seen some pretty neat places on my journey. A few days ago, Douken and I visited Loch Ranch, a huge place where your stored pokemon can roam outside. They had all kinds of habitats to suit every resident and even a hatchery. The Loch family was an amazing host. They’ll serve great food, and they’ll give you work if you decide to pay them back. We were picking up eggs to transport back to the hatchery, going to a couple of different habitats. We didn’t even get to the others before the day ended. It’s that huge! There were a couple of things that surprised me during the visit. One was a visit from Justin. I met him back at Under Hill. He seemed to be in a rough patch when he arrived, but he was in good spirits when he was around...well, me. It’s a bit complicated… That night, our second surprise came for a visit: a strange group of cultists calling themselves “Darkrai’s Disciples”. They were on some mission to set all the pokemon free and then started this big battle. Luckily, the pokemon had different plans and chased them off. The disturbances caused a tauros stampede that I happened to got stuck in. That’s when Fenrir came to the rescue. He evolved into an arcanine! He’s huge! In fact, he’s big enough to ride on, which makes traveling much easier. After we departed, there was a snorlax pile-up on one of the roads and we had to find another route. That took a few days out of our journey. Right now, I’m typing this up from a rest stop. I think we’ll be heading out soon. No more delays! Petropolis, here we come! -Pan One hour later… A storm was coming… Dark clouds were gathering in the distance. They rolled over each other like ocean waves turned by a tempest. Underneath the clouds, a giant waterfall of rain drops drenched the countryside. Streams of lightning leaped through the sky, illuminating the otherwise dark surroundings. This furious force of nature bellowed with a thousand beasts to let everyone in the vicinity know of its coming. Beautiful in appearance but terrible in power, the thunderstorm marched eastward across Furoh. Far from its influence, Pan watched the storm through the lens of her camera. She sat upon her arcanine Fenrir, who was reasonably apprehensive of the drenching rainfall making its way towards them. Chi-Chi was the complete opposite: the increased electrical activity in the air made the squirrel pokemon far more active. She stood on her hind legs on top of the arcanine’s head, her cheeks starting to crackle with energy. Poor Lima, however, was clinging onto Pan’s stomach for dear life, terrified of the new sounds and flashes of light. The cleffa had never seen anything like this underground. “Don’t worry about it. That storm’s still miles away.” The woman took a break from taking pictures in order to stroke the arcanine’s mane with one hand, while wrapping her other arm around her cleffa. Unlike the pokemon, Pan was both amazed and a bit disappointed. She loved being out here to witness this natural wonder, but that meant she would once again be delayed in arriving in Petropolis. There was no way they could travel through its fury. Their only option would be to rest in a nearby city. This city was in no way a safe haven. It was a land poisoned by the buildup of pollution over the years. The majority of the city was ruled by rowdy gangs and packs of dark pokemon. There was only a fool’s chance that the lives of the remaining citizenry would ever improve, especially after recent events. Even then, the aforementioned citizenry consisted of outlaws, criminals, and outcasts, an unlikely bunch to start the rebirth of this once great city. Pan and her pokemon stood at the crossroads: one path lead to Petropolis, while the other led to the dilapidated city of Lenoilia. She read from all sorts of travel guides to stay far away from this dangerous place, Furoh’s dark underbelly. She knew there was no choice, but that didn’t mean she had to make the decision alone. Pan whistled loudly to signal her partner to come back down to earth. Douken Sota had been practicing flight upon his newest capture, a skarmory. So far, there had been more successes than failures, though those failures tend to leave more lasting marks in the form of cuts and bruises. Once Douken landed, Pan approached him and told him of the situation. “Douken, we’re going to need to take shelter,” Pan said, turning her head to the god-forsaken city of Lenoilia. -------------------- PANE Mod PANE x2 (click to show ) Credit for 2gamer's Seel of Approval (click to show ) |
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A weary Pan finally came to, blinking her eyes rapidly to rub the sleep from them. She tried to use her hands, but they were tied to the arms of the steel chair she was sitting in. Her legs were in the same situation, tied to the legs of the chair. Douken was tied up in the same fashion, unable to move around. The two were back to back in another warehouse full of art. Pan could see paintings detailing a fierce battle between two lucario, a framed aging map of Furoh, and a collection of beautiful gems of several different colors, among other items. Most of these pieces should belong to a museum, not rotting here in a decrepit warehouse. However, there were more important things to worry about. Standing in the room were Justin and Nate, looking rather awkward about the setup.
“You’re alright,” she replied, seeing the two unharmed. “Listen, we need to find our pokemon, so if you can get these ropes off, we can start looking.” Not surprisingly, Pan’s first concern wasn’t the impending match but her friends. Still, Justin and Nate had disappointed looks on their face. “What’s wrong? Did they take your team too?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another pair of weary eyes was finally coming to. Chi-Chi was still in the corner of the hallway. She was all alone in the pokemon center; even the nurse was gone. The pachirisu was still fairly weak from the battle, finding it very difficult to move around. She knew she had to find Pan. Who knew how much trouble she was in? And yet, it took all of her willpower just to keep from blacking out again. Then, a light mist washed over her. Her body began healing, regaining her former strength. The pachirisu felt like she could take on a rhydon, maybe two rhydon! What happened? Did Pan come back for her? Actually, it was the man with the messy beard, the one from Dream’s End. “There there little one,” Harvey told the electric squirrel. “Me and Grayson are gathering some people up. Those kids are risking their necks for us; it’s time we pull our share of the work. We just need a bit of time…” Immediately, Chi-Chi zoomed down the hallway and headed for the door. If they needed time, she would have to make time. The pachirisu would have to find Pan and hold off this strange pokemon the only way she knew how. With a fistful of lightning in one paw and another of seed bombs. -------------------- PANE Mod PANE x2 (click to show ) Credit for 2gamer's Seel of Approval (click to show ) |
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