Kekse
Drifter
A pleasant summer day had drifted over the peaceful Lilycove City, bringing sunshine and a light breeze to the shoreline. Trainers and pokemon alike crowded onto the beach for some tanning (and napping, if cautiously.) Flocks of wingull drifted on the afternoon air currents while staryu flashed in the shallows. The well trimmed green grass soaked up the warmth and felt heathery beneath the bare feet of children and elderly grandmas whose leather soles were as protective as any shoe.
Inside the pokemon center, the atmosphere was a little less joyful. Nurse Joy watched across the counter as a tall, dark-haired man paced back and forth. He rubbed the surface of a well-worn pokeball as if it were a worry stone and he was seeking comfort from its smooth surface. He was a strongly built man; it was obvious that he did a lot of heavy lifting in his day to day. His attire was that of a sailor, for a ship's captain he was.
On the other side of the center sat another much younger man. He was approximately 18 years old with soft features and green eyes. His dark hair matched that of his father, though he chose to wear a black graphic tee and jeans rather than sailing attire. A buizel played around his feet and the young man laughed, tossing a small ball for the pokemon to fetch. At some point he looked up at the clock, then over to his father. "Hey dad, when are the trainers supposed to get here? Weren't they supposed to arrive at eleven?"
The elder man, Matthias, laughed and shook his head. "No, Daniel. I told you we had to be here by eleven so that we'd be here on time. They are supposed to arrive at noon." The younger man looked at his father incredulously, but Matthias only chuckled harder. "Hey, neither you nor your mother can claim that I'm wrong when I say you're chronically late. But here we are today with plenty of time to spare!"
Elsewhere, you clutch the letter and hurry toward Lilycove. It arrived five days ago, and despite initially thinking it was junk mail, you opened it.
Dear Trainer,
My name is Matthias Hornwen, and I am looking to assemble a crew comprised of the strongest trainers in Hoenn. I cannot give too many details should this letter fall into the wrong hands, but suffice to say I am heading up an incredibly dangerous mission and your presence is requested. Should you choose to learn more about this mission, please appear in person at the Lilycove Pokemon Center on the first day of June at 12pm.
Once you arrive, the mission will be explained and you will be given a chance to accept or decline. I eagerly await your arrival.
Matthias
What kind of craziness might be in store you don't yet know, but every adventure begins with a choice: do you answer the call, or let it slip by? This time...you answer.
Inside the pokemon center, the atmosphere was a little less joyful. Nurse Joy watched across the counter as a tall, dark-haired man paced back and forth. He rubbed the surface of a well-worn pokeball as if it were a worry stone and he was seeking comfort from its smooth surface. He was a strongly built man; it was obvious that he did a lot of heavy lifting in his day to day. His attire was that of a sailor, for a ship's captain he was.
On the other side of the center sat another much younger man. He was approximately 18 years old with soft features and green eyes. His dark hair matched that of his father, though he chose to wear a black graphic tee and jeans rather than sailing attire. A buizel played around his feet and the young man laughed, tossing a small ball for the pokemon to fetch. At some point he looked up at the clock, then over to his father. "Hey dad, when are the trainers supposed to get here? Weren't they supposed to arrive at eleven?"
The elder man, Matthias, laughed and shook his head. "No, Daniel. I told you we had to be here by eleven so that we'd be here on time. They are supposed to arrive at noon." The younger man looked at his father incredulously, but Matthias only chuckled harder. "Hey, neither you nor your mother can claim that I'm wrong when I say you're chronically late. But here we are today with plenty of time to spare!"
Elsewhere, you clutch the letter and hurry toward Lilycove. It arrived five days ago, and despite initially thinking it was junk mail, you opened it.
Dear Trainer,
My name is Matthias Hornwen, and I am looking to assemble a crew comprised of the strongest trainers in Hoenn. I cannot give too many details should this letter fall into the wrong hands, but suffice to say I am heading up an incredibly dangerous mission and your presence is requested. Should you choose to learn more about this mission, please appear in person at the Lilycove Pokemon Center on the first day of June at 12pm.
Once you arrive, the mission will be explained and you will be given a chance to accept or decline. I eagerly await your arrival.
Matthias
What kind of craziness might be in store you don't yet know, but every adventure begins with a choice: do you answer the call, or let it slip by? This time...you answer.
