Post by cynthia on Nov 18, 2012 2:20:16 GMT 9.5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [STYLE=margin-top: 10px; font: 32px arial; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; width: 450px; line-height: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]We’re part of a[/style] [STYLE=color: #ECBD10; text-align: justify; display: inline; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 6px;]story[/style][/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #555555; font: 11px times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 5px; width: 310px; margin-top: -10px;]{ Armies have conquered, and fallen in the end. Kingdoms have risen, been buried by sand. The Earth is our mother, she gives and she takes, she puts us to sleep and in her light we'll awake. We'll all be forgotten, there's no endless fame. But everything we do is never in vain. We’re part of a story, part of a tale. We're all on this journey, no one is to stay. Wherever it's going, what is the way?}[/style] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/lkGTL.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 25px; background-color: #333333; color: #888888; font: 9px verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 10px 0px 0px;] Despite being deep underground, Clay Tunnel was well-lit, and showed signs of recent activity: mine tracks crisscrossed through the tunnels, with a design only those who travelled along them could possibly know, and every few feet there was an artificial light source, as thick black wires ran along the length of the ceiling connected to the occasional low-watt bulb. It was draughty, but quite warm – she was deep within the tunnels now – and the distant echoes of creaking mine carts, and the occasional rumbling that signified that something very large, most probably an Onix or Steelix, was making its way through the tunnels, or burrowing new ones. Several dark holes branched off from the main tunnel as a testament to their work. Much as she longed to explore those tunnels to see where they led, Cynthia resisted the temptation; she could not afford to get side-tracked, as she had business to attend to, and research to be done. Charting side tunnels could wait for another time…perhaps. She needed to be at her next destination, the Relic Castle, with due haste, and it was doubtful she would have time for exploration. Still, what she discovered down here today would likely more than make up for this. She marvelled at the ingenuity of the tunnel, and the one who had constructed it, Clay; it had not been so long ago that none of this existed, and he had accomplished a great deal in such a short space of time. She had only met the man once, and it had been a very brief meeting: he had spent much of it on the phone, and had been called away on matters of urgent business shortly afterwards, with a promise to speak to her again at some point. That had been several months ago now, and it was quite possible that he just hadn’t reached that point yet in his schedule: he seemed to be running half of Unova single-handed much of the time, as well as his own Pokémon Gym. She sometimes thought that he resembled a younger Byron, and could not help but wonder what would happen if the two ever met. Likely they would have a very long discussion about the art of hole digging, and their respective fossil collections. The thought brought a smile to Cynthia’s lips; perhaps one day, if she could find another timeslot in Clay’s busy schedule, she would see if she could arrange it. However, that day was not today. She had ventured into Clay Tunnel – that the man had named it after himself was not surprising – today for a completely different reason entirely, and if she met Clay down here, she would be very surprised indeed. Not so long ago, Clay had uncovered underground ruins which, if rumours were to be believed, were the resting place of Regirock, Regice and Registeel, the three legendary golems which served under Regigigas. Thoughts of the legendary Pokémon brought back memories unbidden of the times she had seen it up close. First upon Spear Pillar, where it had been able to pin down both Dialga and Palkia at once and, whilst it had ultimately been overwhelmed, that it had been able to restrain the deities at all spoke of its formidable strength; even the memory contained no small amount of awe. It had later battled against Giratina with similar prowess, showing that whilst not a deity it was still a force to be reckoned with…despite its lax nature. As far as she was aware, Diamond still carried it with him, although she had not seen him for some time, and regrettably had no way to contact him. Perhaps she would seek him out somewhen in the immediate future; he would no doubt find what she discovered down here to be interesting, especially if he still maintained a bond with Regigigas. The person foremost in her mind this day, however, was neither Diamond nor Clay, but Steven Stone, whom she had agreed to meet within the ruins…or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he had agreed to meet with her. A solitary man since he stepped down as Champion of Hoenn (although from what Cynthia understood, he had never officially held that title, and had simply been filling in for the current Champion, Wallace, whom she had never met) Steven was a difficult man to pin down, even in his home region of Hoenn. Like her, he spent much of his time exploring ancient sites, although from what she remembered his passion was in collecting rare stones; he took after his father, much as Cynthia took after her grandmother. Despite fairly regular correspondence, she knew little of his activities over the last few years; the two had not met for some time. Although that the lure of these underground ruins was sufficient to draw him out here spoke volumes. Was this an idle curiosity, or was it perhaps something else? She knew he had had some contact with Legendary Pokémon of his home region of Hoenn, but did not know the full details…perhaps she would get the opportunity to ask him today. She barely noticed the ground beneath her becoming much harder as she entered the underground ruins, rough walls being replaced by smoother, nearly seamless stone blocks, although she did notice the temperature dropping significantly as the air closed in around her, the stifling scent of uncountable centuries of dust filled her nostrils. She was briefly reminded of Snowpoint Temple, although the structure of these ruins was slightly different, and the temperature was perhaps even a little chillier. Her footsteps echoed down the passageway, the sound magnified by the enclosed space, as she headed towards the central chamber, her ultimate destination. Perhaps Steven would be waiting for her within, having already arrived, or perhaps not; they had not set any definite time for their planned meeting. She quickened her pace, eager to begin her research either way. It wasn’t every day that she got to explore a freshly discovered ruin, after all. 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