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Morty closed his eyes and drew in a long breath, inhaling the scent of fresh pine and dried maple leaves. Amongst the chaos and hysteria brought by the mighty earthquakes that ravaged the whole of Johto, the Bellchime Trail still retained its wondrous tranquility.
Autumn-coloured leaves coursed along the waves of wind that disheveled Morty’s golden locks. The wooden bench creaked under his weight as he sat, assuming the air proper to the prince of Ecruteak City before patting the space beside him, smiling up at Crystal.
“So, the twin towers,” he said, swinging a leg over the other. Ramiron floated above the pair, content to be wherever the winds swept him—the Pokémon’s drowsy disposition was much like its trainer’s.
“The tower near this trail is the Bell Tower, formerly known as the Tin Tower. Once upon a time, Ho-Oh rested upon its peak.” He ran a hand through his hair before adjusting his purple headband so that it fit snugly on his head. “It stands in the northeast of Ecruteak City. The Burned Tower once stood triumphantly in the northwest.”
There was a sad note in his tone, no doubt remembering the times where he stood in front of the former Brass Tower, mourning its loss. He now chose to look for the silver-lining on the cloud—its death gave the three legendary beasts life.
The man sighed. “Unfortunately, the legendary bird no longer returned to its perch after the destruction of the Burned Tower.” Ramiron let out a haunting call as it let the wind guide its path. Morty offered Crystal a lazy smile. “Are you aware of the events that transpired 150 years ago, that eventually led to the destruction of the Burned Tower?”
As he said this, he stood back up, looking in the direction of the Bell Tower. “If you’d like, I could personally escort you to the Bell Tower. I’ll tell you the tale as we walk.”
Crystal kept herself in her regular stance. She was in no hurry to sit down, glad of the fresh air that Ecruteak was offering her at that time. In truth she was just glad that Morty had agreed to talk with her at all - there was going to be very little opportunity elsewhere to get information about those lonely, once-legendary towers. Morty was the knowledge in the town, after all. He was as good an opportunity as any for her to find out if there was any chance at all of locating Suicune.
She wouldn't go so far to hassle him the same way Eusine had to actually track the Pokemon, after all.
The fall leaves gave her pause to smile at the different colours in the air, and she turned to look down at him as he sat. "Right, I think I remember the story a little, though I can't say it's ringing a whole lot of bells. Pun not intentional, I promise." She replied softly, her voice reflecting the gentle feeling that this momentary peace was providing them.
Watchig his motions, she glanced off in the direction the Burned Tower once stood, then quickly turned back to him - his voice was enough to keep her from letting her mind wander.
The call of the ghost Pokemon sent a shiver down Crystal's spine as she blinked at him. He would tell her the proper story? As everyone in Johto, she had heard the legends. But like many, she had heard a varied tale, somewhat distorted by the fact that people could not remember exact details.
But Morty was not people. He had different ways of knowing, had more emotion linked to him than the others did. He had a connection to the past in the very Pokemon that he raised, ghosts themselves that may have had connections to those towers. "I know the basic tale, I know it the way any child of Johto does, but I would like to hear a proper tale, really. You're the keeper of Ecruteak, after all. I'm sure no one tells it quite like you."
Crystal grinned somewhat as she glanced back at him. Blue hair - usually kept pinned in its twin tails - fell around her face and blew forward. Though she quickly moved it back it was enough time for her to glance down the path and then back at Morty. Would the tale really be a clue into how she could recapture the attention and assistance of the legendary beasts?
Would it be enough?
"I'd love to walk too, I feel like I sit down too much nowadays, just thinking about everything that happened."
“Well,” he said, standing up with a flourish from his seated position, toes trained on the Bell Tower. “Let us depart, then.”
His gait was slow and with purpose—fluid and self-assured. He was in complete control of himself. As the gentle winds ruffled his waves of hair, he spoke with a flourish. Ramiron brought up the rear, billowing with ease behind the pair.
“Some people say that, before the incident, the great and Lugia perched upon its peak with its counterpart, Ho-Oh. They were the Guardians of the Seas and Skies.” He sighed, as if reminiscing a once great, archaic time. He acted like a wise old sage, worn down with age but filled to the brim with ancient knowledge. “A very long time ago, about 700 years ago, the Brass Tower and the Tin Tower were built side-by-side, as a symbolic representation of a lasting friendship between people and Pokémon.” He swiveled his head to beam at Crystal in an almost child-like manner. His pride shone through his skin. “Did you know that my ancestors used to climb to the tops of these towers to commune with these legendary Pokémon? Ah, if only I had that opportunity.” The Gym Leader sighed again.
“This peace lasted many, many years—centuries, even. The beginning of the end for the Brass Tower was a great bolt of lightning, flashing across the skies and letting loose a deafening boom. This happened about 150 years ago, give or take a few.” He paused, his expression growing dark. Like a good storyteller, he tasted the atmosphere of the tale before diving in. “In its wake, it left a mighty, ravaging fire the burned so hot, so red . . . it lasted a long, long time. You’ll find that some denizens here swear the fire lasted more than three days. It’s a very popular tale that’s passed down from grandparents to grandchildren, but the story is always tweaked a bit to make it sound better, I suppose. Even I don’t think I know the complete truth.” He grinned, transitioning into a sly wink. Morty was an interesting fellow, managing to make a smile during such a somber tale seem appropriate. “Don’t worry, though. I’m pretty certain I’ve got most of the fine points smoothed out.” Ramiron let out another chilling call.
His relaxed smile quickly turned upside down, however, jumping right back into the tale and snapping on the storyteller mask. “A sudden downpour of rain cascaded upon the fiery wrath, striking just as quick as the lightning had come. It left behind burned rubble and painful memories.” Morty sniffed, swiping at his nose before continuing.
“Three Pokémon died in the fire,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and airy. “They had no names, no identities. They disappeared from the world without being able to leave even a tiny footprint.”
A weary grin spread across his face, touching his features and bringing youth into them. “That’s why I’m glad Ho-Oh came to give them new life. They were reborn into the three legendary Pokémon we know today—Entei, Raikou and Suicune. They burst into a great run, destined to sweep the lands in search of a pure-hearted trainter.”
The pair neared the entrance of the tower. Leaves crunched under Morty's boots as he slowed to a stop. He took in a deep breath, turning to Crystal. “Would you like to enter? The Bell Tower is a very sacred place. Not everybody can get in.” He fired another charming wink in the lass’ direction. “I think I can make an exception for the great Crystal, though.”
It was entertaining to say the very least to listen to Morty talk. He acted and sounded much older than he was, and Crystal was reminded of the sages who lived in the Bellsprout Tower in her hometown. She walked beside him pointedly, making sure to slow her pace to match his own, forcing her normally quickened pace to a steadier one. Sometimes even she had to slow down and listen. "No wonder you're so spiritual, your ancestry goes back that far. It's lovely to hear. Perhaps someday you'll make a similar bond."
Crystal offered the leader a grin in response - the childlike wonder that had filled his eyes for a moment was enough to wake the mothering nature in her, and she was more drawn into the story the more she sensed his involvement in it. She had had to smile thinking about the way tales were altered, and nodded as he reassured her of his knowledge and smoothing out of points.
Captured by his tale, Crystal paused to look at him and then at the tower. She folded her hands in on themselves, feeling a sense of loss for the Pokemon whom had perished in the fires. It was sad to know that they had never had a chance to be known, though wonderful to hear that they had been reborn. Still, she couldn't help but mutter a soft, "I wish I could have met them," before looking up at Morty once more. Of course she wanted to meet them, she was the capturer. She had seen and caught almost every Pokemon on the planet.
"It's a sad tale with a lovely ending, certainly. When I paired with Suicune in the battle against the Mask of Ice, I knew if I was anything but pure that I wouldn't be worthy.. It was wonderful. It was an amazing feeling, and there's been a few days I wished that I might experience it again, but I would not want to keep it. Just to share its experiences." Crystalline eyes flicked towards him, mildly shocked that he would offer her such an opportunity - but thankful that it might be that way at all.
"You'd really give me the chance?" She asked, her own turn to sound somewhat childlike. The words of his story still rung in her ears, telling her the tales over and over. "I'd be honoured to see and pay my respects. To perhaps ask the spirits that are there to help, to hear the plea for the better of this world. We're in rather a spot here. I'd be truly honoured."
Crystal, like most women would have, had to turn away to conceal a faint blush at the wink from the leader. It was, after all, Morty. He was rather popular with the "fangirls" of the league. "I would never dream of disturbing it, however, if the powers that be don't want me there."
“No, no, don’t say that. I’d love for you to see it,” he said. “Besides, you yourself have fought alongside Suicune—I think that’s your ticket in, no?”
Morty smirked, bringing a hand to his lips to muffle the sounds of his chuckling. “I can imagine the look on Eusine’s face if he heard about that. The old fool’s been chasing that Pokémon for more than ten years, and he’s still going strong.” There was an affectionate undertone in his voice as he described his old friend, whom he’d fought and bickered with like two children brawling over a toy, but they’d stuck together like a pair of magnets. The reminiscence brought warmth to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
“Anyway, come in, come in,” he said, ushering Crystal into the Bell Tower.
Morty breathed in the ancient, musty smell of the Bell Tower, stretching his arms like he’d just returned home from a hard day of work. The wooden floorboards creaked under the soles of his feet, disturbing the silence.
He whirled around on the balls of his feet, flashing Crystal his pearly whites. “Welcome to the Bell Tower.” He flew into a graceful bow, holding out one hand with a flourish. “I do hope you’ll enjoy what time you have here.”
A thick wooden column stood in the middle of the first floor, triumphant and never-moving. Sunlight filtered in through the shōji windows, bits of dust flitting in and out of the beams of light. Somewhere, a Rattata scurried, its paws scraping against the floor.
They were in the entrance hallway, greeted on both sides by marble columns with golden Ho-Oh statues put out for display and reverence. Before them was the room with the wooden column in it. One could just make out the stairs leading to the second floor behind the pillar. Eventually, Morty planned on taking Crystal to the summit.
“Well?” Morty really planned, though, on letting Crystal leading him wherever she wanted to go, and he’d just be there to answer any questions that arose.
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When she thought about it, occassionally Crystal had remembered that Eusine had not been a big fan of hers when she had fought along side the purifying Pokemon. She was quite sure the man still hadn't forgiven her when it had not selected him and chose her instead, and that somewhere within him the hunter of the mystical beasts still maintained at least somewhat of a rivalry with her.
Crystal had to say their relationship hard started rocky, but she had grown to know of him as a much kinder and strong person than she had initially imagined. Perhaps she didn't share the same fondness for him that Morty did, however, noticing that her companion had gone a little pink in mentioning him.
No matter.
Following after him, she nodded, "I hope he'll understand now that I'm his rival again. I don't know that he'd be too happy with me chasing his dream alongside him." She smiled, amusement hinted on her soft voice as her eyes began to search the grand interior of the tower. Instantly the Pokedex Holder felt humbled by the presence of the majestic building and she stepped inwards.
Her silence fell as Morty welcomed her, and she closed her eyes to feel the power that had built up within the building over time, and her hand reachd out to a column of marble, gently tracing her fingers over the cool stone. She reopened pale blue eyes and let her grin show her companion exactly how thrilled she was to be allowed in such a beautiful and magical place.
"It is exquisite. Beautiful." She reached over to squeeze his arm gently before moving into the center of the room. "You can see why the legendary bird called this place it's home.. Is there a shrine anywhere in here? To give offerings to those we want to call?" She was still learning about the customs and beliefs of those in her new home. Crystal knew she had much to learn, and at least if there was somewhere where she could pray she might be able to lure Suicune there to ask for it's help.
It couldn't be too easy though, as Eusine had yet to succeed. She just hoped that the need was greater than the want.
“Well, he can hold a grudge when it comes to those in between him and his precious Suicune.” Morty chuckled, raking a hand through his golden hair. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, though.” Something clicked inside his mind, but he couldn’t quite place a finger on it.
Morty observed Crystal as she stood in awe of the Bell Tower, absorbing everything with her eyes like greedy sponges. He concluded that she was love struck, and he was satisfied.
Taking care to follow as silently as he could, he shadowed Crystal as she ambled into the main room, lacing his hands behind his back. He’d returned Ramiron to his Poké Ball, as a ways to properly respect that sanctity of the place. A quiet smile decorated his visage.
“A shrine . . . ,” he said, his eyes thoughtful. “Your best bet is the summit, I believe. My ancestors went up there to pray and commune with Ho-Oh. Of course, I doubt you’ll find Ho-Oh there, but, uh, you can certainly go up to pay your respects.” He scratched the back of his head. There was something bothering him. He pursed his lips.
Walking over to the base of the stairs, he turned around to face Crystal. “Let’s go there now, actually. On the way, you could tell me a few things.” He smiled warmly at the girl. “For example, I think I’d like to know your intentions clearly. You’re after Suicune? Is this about the, um, what are they called . . . .”
"Once I'm done I'll set it free and he can chase it again till his heart's content. I might even give him a clue as to it's location," Crystal smiled back as she moved along before him.
Lovestruck was a good way to describe the feeling she had in the hall. Awestruck and completely comfortable - the spiritual room spoke to her even as she stood still and felt the presence of the beasts and the bird whom had once run in. She glanced back at Morty briefly. Blue eyes blinked away dampness from the presence and she smiled warmly at him then as she felt more and more comfortable within the walls.
"To the summit.. okay." She pondered as fingers traced lines along the patterns in the marble. It was beautiful how stone could make such naturally wonderful patterns over time. "You really don't think it's a problem me going to the summit? I don't want to do anything to put the sanctity of the place at risk.. I'm hardly as pure as your ancestors are, I imagine." She blinked a the look on his face, and she followed after him to the base of the stairs.
"My intentions.." The blue-haired dex holder paused where she stood, turning her gaze to meet his directly. "When Johto was destroyed I knew that this world order the Knights of Arceus were declaring wasn't right for this world. I don't want to possess the legendary beasts, just to ask for their help. When we fought the mask of Ice, they acted with us to do our best and I believe that with their help we could knock the Knights from power.. I want the world to be the way it was before they decided that they were in charge."
Crystal put her hand gently on the rail of the staircase, offering a small smile to the leader of the town. "Suicune to me is a sign of purity and strength.. even if it is just a question, to see if they might come to aide in the toughest of moments.. I would love to fight alongside them for the good of the world.. does that sound strange?" She looked down at her hands, blushing faintly.
"The Knights attacked my home. They hurt people I know and care about. I don't want them to be in power. Those are my real intentions."
Morty shook his head, the golden ruffs of hair atop his head veiling his eyes. A mischievous smirk followed.
“I doubt a lot of my ancestors have bonded and fought alongside Suicune.” He was never going to let that die. It was something that caused his eyes to sparkle with wonder, and every time he looked at the blue-haired miracle, he mused that it was supposed to be her leading him throughout the tower. However, ancient Ecruteak blood pumped through his veins, so he assumed the air proper to a prince of the temple and carried on, wooden steps protesting under the weight of his shoes.
He pursed his lips together, focusing his misty gaze on the steps in front of him as the beautiful words of reason drifted into his ear. He nodded in sympathy. The citizens of Ecruteak City were highly dependent on him, and now that devastation had swallowed the whole of Johto like a mighty black wave, they’d turned their pleading eyes upon him. Morty had never felt so much pressure and responsibility before. He clenched his fist.
Throughout it all, however, a tight, pained smile played at his lips as he recognized Crystal’s feelings, and his desire to help welled up in his chest in a flurry of hot, raw emotion.
“I like that,” he said. His voice was quiet and thoughtful. He lifted his head and, looking at Crystal, smiled with the brightness of the morning sun. “Good answer. Something about you makes me feel like you can turn the whole situation around with your own two hands. Just remember that I’ve got your back the whole way, all right?”
They’d almost reached the summit. Morty could tell as he shielded his eyes from the blinding light that seemed so white in contrast to the somber appearance of the tower.
“Here we are.” A light breeze splayed his hair, embracing his cheeks and lifting his head. At the very corners of the summit, four marble statues of Ho-Oh were perched, facing away from each other, overlooking all of Ecruteak. In the dead center, a large column of pure gold sprouted and grew toward the heavens. Morty dared to describe it as majestically simple, but it had that way of touching the cockles of your heart.
“As for now, what you do is up to you. Offering a word of prayer might be nice. I like to stand and revel and awe.” The view from the top was breathtaking. The canopy below rustled and billowed with the wind, and the sound of leaves wafted up to touch his ears. It was always a beautiful moment at the summit.
"You keep saying that, Morty. I don't think I did really anything of true note enough that I can use it as a great bragging right. I was in the right place at the right time for the great water Pokemon to choose me, it needed someone with determination and mental strength and goodness. I suppose that might be my reason for trying to seek it again, knowing that it was looking for those traits in a person when it chose me, perhaps I can look for those traits in it." Crystal mused quietly, flushing a slightly rosy shade of red. Bright blue eyes flicked in another direction abashedly as she struggled internally to take the compliment gracefully. It was never something she had been good at, after all, and as he took the lead she fell into step comfortably behind him.
The creak and groan of the old wood was more welcoming than frightening to the young woman, and she warmed her heart with the sounds of the building as if it was speaking to her somehow. It was a blessed place of light and joy, and that was something she desperately sought to show her appreciation ofr.
Morty's voice was something Crystal had never really listened to before their formal meeting. She had heard him speak, had had conversations with him in passing, but their meeting in this private and spiritual place had opened her eyes to some of his passion and his determination to protect. The same way that she was determined to find the Pokemon of legend in order to bring peace. "I appreciate the support," She replied warmly, her gaze moving passed him as they spilled out onto the peak. Though etiquette screamed for her to remain behind, the Pokedex Holder took a few hurried steps forward to feel the aura of the area, the breeze flicking it against her face with her hair.
"I feel like I could feel the awe without standing here," Crystal mumbled as she moved toward the spire. The golden column was warming through her very core and she moved to kneel in front of it, folding her hands in silent prayer for a few moments before her voice began to spill out.
"Guardians and protectors alike, Ho-oh of the tower and those who rise again as the phoenix rises, please give us strength to fight this oncoming battle, to give us what we need to bring people the joy and strength they deserve in such a difficult time. Please give us the ability to protect those who need protecting, and the wisdom to find a source to save those whom need saving." She fell silent with a quick smile, turning her gaze to look back at her companion.
She stood again, slowly, her knees pushing her up in a smooth movement. She nodded. "I really appreciate the support. Moving here was.. an interesting choice, that is for certain. I don't know if I can say for sure that I've completely gotten used to the feelings of Ecruteak after living in Violet city for so long, but the company is good." Crys smiled as she walked over toward the edge of the building and looked out over the city below. She nodded at him, inviting her new friend to stand with her. "If nothing else, living here is strangely peaceful, even with all the destruction."
Respecting the young woman’s reverence, Morty’s lips remained pressed together as he shifted his weight from one leg to another. A faint smile touched his lips as the music of Crystal’s words reached Morty’s ears. There was really something about this woman that made him feel like lifting her up and becoming her shining pillar of moral support.
With a quick clap of the hand, Morty nodded at the girl who’d just finished her prayer, brimming with encouragement.
“Well said, my friend,” he sighed. “I couldn’t have worded it better myself.”
Morty shadowed the girl as she leaned over the side of the tower, his hands neatly laced behind his back as he took the chilly wind in the face. Being high up made him feel like he had wings like a magnificent bird, free and unshackled to the woes of the land.
Morty was magnanimous in disposition. “The folks here are well-mannered and spiritual. You can learn a lot from them, I am certain.” His chest swelled up with pride. “Ecruteak City is a wonderful place, if I do say so myself.”
Morty eyed the girl’s back, her sublime silhouette that stood up straight and tall, an amalgam of confidence, courage and kindness. Morty thought she shined bright in comparison to the golden pillar, but this was a selfish thought that he kept to himself.
“So,” he said softly, “what are you planning on doing now?”
A soft shade of peach coated the dex holder's cheeks as Morty complimented her on the prayer. She chuckled somewhat nervously as he clapped and she moved back to a more comfortable position for conversing, rather than a spot to shout across the rooftop. As any girl might be, she was mildly embarrassed by the number of warm comments the slightly older man was throwing her way. Morty was, after all, famously popular among the women.
But Crystal wasn't there to fangirl, she was there to worry about the things that had to be done in order to save the world, to right the things that were wrong in the world. "They have been kind to me so far, that's for sure." Crystal mused softly as she began the walking once more, this time eager to take the lead - not only to hide the warming of her cheeks, but to keep herself from standing awestruck and looking the fool.
"I hope to find a place to set up my research without having to drag books here there and everywhere. Though laptop computers are portable, books can sometimes get a little heavy. I haven't been here long enough to see if there's a library, but more than anything I'd like to find a nice tree somewhere in this fine city of yours that isn't too far from my humble abode. Having somewhere nice to curl up beneath and read when I just need to focus, that's conductive to good research." The young woman looked slightly ashamed to admit it, but it was likely to be the thing she did the most.
Fingers curled around themselves into a fist, "I would love to dive headfirst into a battle with the Knights withoout stopping to think about it," she paused, "But I know that this fight is going to need more than that, so for now I'd really like to see more of your city. A tour from the gym leader would really help me get a feel for the land, if you're not too busy?" Of course she had to check. He might have had the rare appointment with a challenger - rare due to the uncommon nature of their happening lately with all the terror erupting everywhere.
"If you are, please don't feel obligated!" She added quickly, slightly embarrassed to have asked for so much of his time without really considering his duties as leader. "The company is just.. appreciated, lately."
Morty blinked, and then chuckled. The girl knew how to steal a few laughs from him. It was like a father looking out for his own daughter, hiding muffled bursts of laughter from behind a creased newspaper.
“That’s a rather serene scene you’re painting for me. Very nice,” he said, nodding over the rails. “I’m sure you might find a whole bunch of trees down there to suit your preferences.”
Crystal seemed like the type to take action, like any other youngster with a Pokédex. She was wise to avoid a battle, because, with the way Johto’s land had been ravaged, Morty wasn’t sure if the odds would be in her favour. His thoughts wandered to the other two Pokédex holders of Johto. They would most definitely charge headfirst into a battle with the Knights. They needed Crystal there to keep a tight leash on them.
“A tour? Of course; think nothing of it.” The pair descended the stairs, taking their time, with idle bits of chit-chat in between. A Gym Leader and a Pokédex holder, they would quite the sight to behold—if there were anybody there to behold the site.
As they exited the tower, the sun had begun to set behind the clouds and mountains, blessing Ecruteak City with an ethereal orange glow, making it seem all the warmer. They toured the streets with at a leisurely pace, taking in the sights and wonders. Morty briefly explained the Kimono Dance Theater as they passed it, but his mind was elsewhere.
“Here.” They stopped in front of the remains of what used to be a majestic tower, now only referred to as the Burned Tower in hushed tones. He stood erect with his hands laced behinds his back, remaining silent. He wanted to know what Crystal thought of it.
(OOC: Yeah, I was kind of on the fence as to where the thread should go next. I think we can end the thread in the next few posts.)
"Good. The trees are the most important part of the image I'm painting. There's too much at stake to be running into battle and I have to do as much research as I can in the shortest time possible.. Sometimes it does seem like a mildly impossible task." Mildly impossible was an understatement of course. There was, if she was truthful, the occassional day where Crystal believed that beating the Knights was nigh on impossible. But that was notsomething she allowed herself to think for too long, there was too much at risk and to many people.
What did it matter if the bad guys had Arceus this time? What did it matter if slowlyand somewhat unconciously they had begun to seep their words into the minds of their subjects. Whatever it was they were preaching, whatever this new world order was, it spelled bad news for the Pokedex Holders and those aligned with the League.
As they travelled and talked Crystal found herself more and more comfortable in the presence of the gym leader. She had little time for Gold and Silver lately, they had been as busy as she, and the presence of another person - even if he was a few years older - was relaxing her more than she would have cared to admit out loud. The creases around her face had softened as her worries had shifted into idle laughter around Morty, and as they approached the ruins she felt her heart catch as she recognised the tales.
The three Pokemon whom had been trapped, certainly. That was what was seen in the burned tower. That was the home of Suicune, the Pokemon who she would seek the company of, followed by its bretheren. It was a strong Pokemon and it had lead them to victory once before. She raised a hand quickly to her chest as, without waiting for an invitiation, snuck closer to the building. Though in this plce she did not seek to touch, she let her hands slacken at her sides as crystalline eyes shot over every angle of the burned building. "I know the feeling of this place. I know the story that came with it. The way that three Pokemon were trapped within it's walls and instead of perishing, were resurrected by Ho-Oh then released as a powerful trio of Pokemon.. right?"
Eyes flicking back to her companion, she sighed. "That's the stories I heard, anyways." She added, somewhat more sheepishly.
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“That would be correct,” he said, nodding. “I’m sure you know the three legendary Pokémon that emerged from the Brass Tower. Raikou, Entei and Suicune, representing the lightning bolt, the great flames and the sudden downpour of rain, respectively.”
The Gym Leader harrumphed. “I think I told you much about the Brass Tower over when we were looking at the Bell Tower. I just wanted to show it to you.” It was an ancient piece of great historical significance.
Morty studied Crystal, his eyebrows arched and his lips a tight line, betraying no emotions. His posture was straight and professional. With his hands clasped behind his back, he drew out the silence between the two as Crystal’s eyes searched the rubble.
“Well! I think that wraps up our tour quite nicely,” he said, clapping his hands together. The mystical effect the silence had on the scene disappeared, and Morty in turn plastered a polite smile on his face. “I can’t think of any more to show you at the moment. But, well, to be honest, I’d just remembered something that I had to attend to.”
With that said, an intense flash of red light shone, and Ramiron appeared from the depths of his Poké Ball once more. Morty gracefully jumped onto his back, and the two began to lift up into the air.
“I hope we’ll be able to meet again soon,” he said. With a little wave of his hand, he bid farewell as Ramiron took off. Crystal would be able to hear the Drifblim’s haunting call far off into the distance.