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A faint tremble found its way over his spine and he gazed around to look at the grass, before fingertips touched the last pokeball on his belt as if trying to assure himself that it was still here and that there was nothing that he couldn't handle "What do you think, Reshiram?" He whispered, a stirring of grass and the Zoroark popped up next to him and growled lowly underneath his throat and the hand on his belt moved to the red colored mane of the fox Pokemon, seeking comfort from it and trying to calm the illusion Pokemon as well. His eyes finding that of his Pokemon companion when he moved and silently conversing with their eyes. The Zoroark then moved forward and sniffed at the air and N had to still his shaking shoulders, trying not to laugh too much.
Sometimes the Zoroark was too protective and paranoid of new surroundings. Although he couldn't blame him, this was a strange Region. He had only seen Unova entirely and the rest only pieces here and there on the back of Reshiram to escape from his fa- Gethsis and the crumbling castle that had once been the base of Team Plasma. His fingers balled into fists and N breathed in deeply. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
words: 361 | tagged: Cynthia | notes: Ohohoho~
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Breathing the crisp air, Cynthia hiked across the rugged, uneven terrain, making her way slowly to Veilstone City. In order to traverse Route 214 in its entirely, one needed to be quite versatile…and more than a little fit. And certainly not dressed as Cynthia was now; she should have, she reflected absently, brought hiking gear with her, or at least a sturdy mountain bicycle, although she was just as likely to be thrown from that as she was to lose her footing on the uneven rocky surfaces and, between the two, tripping over her feet would be less damaging than falling headfirst off a bike. Thus she was forced to carefully pick her way across the rocks, making certain that she did not step into a depression, or trip on a stray rock. The wind gusted at her coat, making her thankful that she had thought to wear it after all. Sinnoh, for all its charms, was a cold region, even for one such as her, who had lived in Sinnoh for much of her life.
Route 214 was Cynthia’s favourite area in Sinnoh, outside of select buildings and ruins. A sheer cliff, juxtaposed against long, unkempt grass that was nearly waist-high, made this very unfriendly terrain for humans, and that was how it should be. A small piece of untamed nature, right next to Veilstone City, one of the region’s largest cities. It was an effective reminder to mankind that it could not fully tame that which was around it. A mute testament that all things endured. For one who studied mythology, it was a great comfort.
There was, of course, a man-made path – it wouldn’t be much of a route if there wasn’t – but then, what would the fun be in following it? Wild Pokémon knew better than to stray across the path and, whilst Cynthia was not here to find wild Pokémon (at least, not in this area) she found the barrenness of the man-made paths discomforting at times. The unnatural silence, save for her own footsteps and breathing, was no match for the rustling of grass as various Pokémon went about their daily lives; the shrill call of flocks of Starly that passed overhead, the thundering sound of Geodude rolling down the cliffside. Yes, going off the beaten path was much better, if one wanted to experience Route 214 as it was meant to be.
What few people knew was that the route also held a secret, one that very few were privilege to. Cynthia herself, of course, had been told by her grandmother, long before she became Sinnoh Champion – although she pretended to be surprised by the news; it wouldn’t do to upset the scientists, or the Elite Four, that their secret was not quite as secret as they believed it to be – and it was a spot that she visited frequently. One that she was on her way to visit now. It had been far too long, and a small part of her felt guilty for that, although it was irrational for her to do so. But a reminder of past struggles was long overdue, and she was headed towards Veilstone City in any case. What harm a quick visit?
A flicker of movement off to the left caught her eye, and she turned slightly to see a boy – no, she corrected herself, a young man, maybe only a few years younger than she was – standing out in the middle of a field, his back to her, staring off into the distance at something only he could see…a stance Cynthia recognized, it being one she often took herself…or so she was told, often irritably, by those around her. What was more interesting, however, was the Pokémon by his side…a Zoroark, wasn’t it? It certainly looked like one. She had seen them before, of course, even fought them on occasion – tricky creatures, with their ability to create illusions - but they were native to Unova, and not to Sinnoh. It was hovering by its trainer protectively, and she was suddenly struck then by how close the two obviously were: not a rookie trainer, then. He had the look of a seasoned traveller about him, yet at that precise moment, he looked completely lost. The faintest of smiles touched her lips as she crossed the field, moving towards the young man, the decision one made from impulsiveness rather than any desire for company. Her ultimate destination could wait for a few more moments. An inquiry, to see if he was actually lost, and then she would leave him to his solitude, if that was what he wished. Or not, as the case may be. One never knew until they spoke to someone, and Cynthia was not the type to shy away from conversation. It would be quite rude for her to simply continue past him now that she had noticed him…and there was also the risk of him following her. That could prove to be quite troublesome, and not something she would want on her head.
“Good day.” Cynthia called down, although she did not raise her voice: they appeared to be the only two around, and she had no cause to shout. Her eyes shifted to the Zoroark by the man’s side. “Not a Pokémon native to the Sinnoh region. May I assume you are from Unova? A beautiful land, but not as…wild, as this, I think. This feels far more natural somehow, wouldn’t you agree?” she smiled again, her eyes taking in the scenery for a moment. Hm, the view was most definitely better from down here than it was up on the cliffs. She was going to have to remember that for future reference. At least she wouldn’t have to climb too much anymore; it was quite tiring, and when one was tired, the only thing they tended to appreciate was exactly how tired they were…
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It didn't even matter that he had never met them before, all Pokemon where potential friends and he would see that no harm came to them. That was why his entire team was made of Pokemon who went with him willingly. It was something that set him apart from most people, he knew. Most captured their team or gained them in other ways, although that didn't always meant that their bonds where any less than what he had formed. He had learned that on his travels; the longer the voyage, the fonder the heart. Although he had known Zoroark long before he started, he knew this to be true. The black fox would always be the first Pokemon that N called upon when in trouble.
Not that he would neglect the others. He let them out as often as he could. Although sometimes he had to let them do things that pained him. Like battling, although some of the Pokemon didn't mind and did so willingly. He even had learned that some gained their true potential. It had been a true eye-opener and after a while he had somewhat taken a liking to it. Although of course that would not stop him from worrying about them.
A voice startled him out of his thoughts and he nearly jumped, before turning around, although Zoroark had spotted the female Trainer far sooner and yet had done nothing to warn N of her. The green haired male soon quirked up a small smile however, although there was an edge of nervousness in it "Good day." He returned, observing her, his eyes scanning her curiously. Although they didn't linger on the obvious places like those of other men tended to do. His gaze soon turned back to her face with a slightly easier smile, although it faded faintly when her gaze turned to the Zoroark by his side. The Pokemon in question didn't shift his gaze either, head lifting and speaking of his own curiosity.
His eyes brightened for a moment, before turning back to their normal state and he nodded his head a few times "Yes, I am." He agreed and the Zoroark growled his soft agreement as well. The Trainer's eyes scanned the greenery around them again, before humming softly in another agreement and then turned his attention back to her "It is." He had to agree once more, before looking at the Zoroark by his side "I think that he appreciates it as well." He chuckled softly as the illusion Pokemon agreed with another quick growl, before aiming his gaze toward her yet again and then toward the path that he had been following.
N still wondered what was there and wanted to explore, but he wasn't rude enough to simply walk away from the conversation like that "Have you heard the tales surrounding this place?" He finally questioned "I want to find out if it is true and if it is..." He trailed off, but his fingertips trailed over the last filled pokeball on his belt nonetheless. The one that still held Reshiram "Not that I would desire to capture such a wonderful Pokemon." He hurried to say, frowning as if trying to challenge her to call him one of those mindless Trainers. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
words: 671 | tagged: Cynthia | notes: It was great! <3 Unlike mine. XDDD;;
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The trainer’s reaction to her question confirmed her guess before his response did: yes, he had fond memories of his homeland. Perhaps he was homesick? Whilst the world was wonderful, there truly was no place like home. She could relate to a degree: her own travels had taken her across most of Pokearth, and she always experienced the same relief when she returned home…followed by the half desire to leave again as her grandmother berated her for being gone for so long.
“A new experience?” Cynthia directed this more at the trainer’s Zoroark than the trainer himself in response to this comment – whilst she could not communicate with Pokémon, ignoring them would not do at all. “The Pokémon here are quite territorial, but I think you are quite capable of looking after yourself and your trainer, am I right?” she smiled, nodding to herself. In her estimation, this one might even be able to give her own Garchomp a good battle: it was quite jittery, but that seemed to be more out of a desire to protect its trainer than out of fear; she was acutely aware of its sharp gaze; not hostile, but most definitely calculating. A cautious pair, these two. What could have caused this? Trust, it seemed, was thin on the ground these days…but then, if rumours were to be believed, these were dark times. Yet, whether this was due to that or not, it wasn’t her place to pry, and she was content not to remark on it.
The trainer looked as though he wanted to continue exploring, although finally broached a question which surprised her. Was he trying to gather information, or trying to be polite? Perhaps he was genuinely curious. Well, she would give him the benefit of the doubt for the moment. “There are many legends surrounding this part of Sinnoh.” Cynthia replied easily, the slightest flicker of a frown flashing across her face, gone so quickly it was doubtful – she hoped – that other didn’t notice it. “I happen to be something of an expert in this field…although my grandmother would flay me alive if she heard me claim to be such.” she laughed briefly, as she could almost hear the woman’s voice in her ears. Sinnoh Champion or no Sinnoh Champion, to her grandmother she was still that scrawny ten-year old, and she doubted that would change even in another seventeen years. Some things never changed, and her grandmother was one of them.
“But there is one in particular I think you are referring to, correct?” without waiting for confirmation, Cynthia plunged onward, unable to help herself. Any interest in the past was to be satisfied, regardless of the circumstances…and the young man could wander here for years and not find what he was searching for; the entrance was extremely well concealed, and he had revealed far more than he perhaps intended to: for him to be searching this particular area meant that he was looking for exactly the area Cynthia planned to visit. Curious.
“Well, first allow me to provide a little context. Sinnoh legends tell that Arceus, or the Original One, as it is sometimes called, created Sinnoh – and possibly the entirety of Pokearth; our legends are a little vague on that, but it is certainly plausible – when the Universe began. Shortly afterwards, the deities of Space and Time, Dialga and Palkia, were created, born from the Original One, to govern the two dimensions in its stead. Shortly after this, and the creation of Sinnoh, three other Pokémon were born from a single egg: Azelf, Mesprit and Uxie, the three beings of Knowledge, Emotion, and Willpower. Each one resides in a cave at one of the lakes position in the three corners of Sinnoh: Lake Valor, Lake Verity, and Lake Acuity. Thus we have balance in our world; with the three Lake Guardians watching over Sinnoh, and Dialga and Palkia governing Space and Time.”
Cynthia paused, as memories came rushing back to her, unbidden: memories of the titanic struggle which had occurred between Dialga and Palkia several years previously, as well as the part the Lake Guardians had played in it. Even now, she had difficulty believing what she had seen: living, breathing legends, working in harmony with some very special children, to ensure that balance was maintained in the world. She counted herself extremely fortunate to have been a part of it, although she was not entirely certain of how much use she had been…she had been ultimately defeated by Cyrus, after all. Drawing herself out of her reverie, she continued.
“Perhaps you’ve heard these legends before, but I hope you’ll forgive me for believing it to be a necessary precursor. I’m not sure if they teach these things to the younger generation anymore, and I doubt they ever did in Unova.” Cynthia smiled ruefully, offering a shrug before continuing, “Now, what few do not know – and what I believe you are referring to - is that a fourth lake was believed to have been created at the same time, one where a third deity, created at the same time as Dialga and Palkia, was said to reside, providing a balance to this world just as critical as that provided by the other deities. The third deity, Giratina, governing the third dimension: our world is, as you know, three-dimensional, and the Original One has its own dimension. But I digress. The fabric between our reality and Giratina’s is said to be particularly weak at this fourth lake, which is perhaps where the belief that it was a gathering site for the souls of the departed originated from. One could, perhaps, literally cross over from our realm and into its own.”
Although that would be inadvisable: crossing into the Distortion World, as it was known, did not guarantee that one would return, and Giratina, whilst not of foul temperament, did not approve of trespassers, much like Dialga and Palkia. Although some had crossed over and survived to tell the tale. They had, in Cynthia’s estimation, been very lucky.
“The people during those times called this place Sendoff Spring, and the cave at its centre Turnback Cave. It is believed that the entrance to this spring is located somewhere along this route, although none have yet to find it. Who can say if the legends are true? I like to believe that they are; such stories are not born from the imaginations of men alone. Many believe they have seen the Lake Guardians, and it is the same across all regions, is it not? I have heard equally fascinating tales of the dragons Reshiram and Zekrom being active in the Unova region, as well as the Legendary Pokémon Cobalion, Terrakion and Virizion. Each region has its own collection of legends. Searching for the truth is, I think, part of the fun.”
This was all perfectly true, at least to a degree: it was what the legends said, and Cynthia had never heard of anyone actually finding the entrance to Sendoff Spring without directions; it was extremely well-hidden indeed. Honour would be satisfied, she believed. Whilst she sensed no ill intentions from this trainer, and found herself believing him when he said he wasn’t out to capture Giratina – although such a feat would be truly remarkable, for it was a deity whose powers were at least equal to that of Dialga and Palkia, if not greater – she was still not about to lead him to its location…at least, not without just cause. He was not the first she had encountered to seek the entrance to Sendoff Spring, and it was doubtful he would be the last. Although he was the first she had encountered for a long time whose motive she could not readily identify. Most wanted only to satisfy their curiosity, or sought to capture Giratina. With this one, it seemed to be something else, something that she couldn’t quite place her finger on. But it had her intrigued. Who was this young man?
“Oh! Excuse me; in my haste to recite the entire history of Sinnoh to you, I neglected to introduce myself. My name is Cynthia.” she said simply, extending a hand. It was quite possible that the young man had heard of her – few hadn’t; she had been making quite a name for herself in Unova as well, and being Sinnoh’s Champion, she was already a figure of some reputation – but it simply wasn’t proper to assume these things: plenty of people hadn’t heard of her, and it never did well to think they had.
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[/style][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=font-size:9px; line-height: 13px; background-color: #ececec; color: #1f1f1f; padding: 5px; width: 280px; text-align:justify; height: 309px; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; float:right;] Of course N desired to return at some point, but first he wanted to explore more, to discover what the Pokearth had to offer. Although he doubted that it had very much to yield anymore, apart for the Legendary Pokemon and he had no desire to look for them. At least not for the reasons that most Trainers did. The desire to return was tempered by the desire to stay as far away to avoid what he had unconsciously caused, or what Ghetsis had caused at least. He had tried to correct it, but everything that he seemed to do seemed to go wrong. His mind still had trouble connecting things at times, things that normal humans seemed to have no problems with.
Ghetsis had done more wrong than could be seen at first glance. The way he had raised N caused even now some troubles in everyday for him. Luckily it only stayed with people who thought he was either arrogant or shy as he tried to find something to say to them and kept silence longer than was needed. Even now he felt like fumbling and playing with the hem of his T-shirt to ease some of the tension that had gathered in his body and the worry. He didn't want to mess up again and he vowed to only speak when she said something, that seemed like a very smart thing to do.
The Zoroark kept staring at her, before seeming to shrug and then shook his head lightly and N felt a small smile turn the corners of his mouth. The Zoroark seemed to sense more from her than his Trainer could and while not entirely trusting her, he felt more at ease than he had done before. The next words that she spoke made the illusion Pokemon's chest puff out slightly and then a low growl of agreement and N smiled a little wider as he heard the words in there and for a moment wanted nothing more than to hug his partner. He didn't feel too bothered to be ignored at the moment, he knew that he did so himself often enough, although more on accident than anything else.
N's smile soon faded and the Zoroark seemed to tense again when he remembered that he still didn't know anything of the woman and a compliment shouldn't put him to ease like that. His very first trainer had first only compliments too, before he had been tossed aside and then finding the child in the wild, crying softly. He had wanted to leave, but the soft spoken words had changed his mind and he hadn't regretted that choice ever since. Their bond was strong and yet he knew that he could leave whenever he desired, not that he desired to do such a thing and he knew that N knew that as well.
A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth again when she finally addressed him after his inquiry and he nodded his head faintly "I gathered." He breathed out, but nonetheless let her continue, listening politely and with rapt attention. She claimed to be an expert and his eyes widened slightly, discarding her comment about her grandmother entirely. He was more interested in hearing her tales and if he had been even more childish, he would've seated himself like a child for an elder, with crossed legs.
For a moment he didn't know what to say, before he nodded his head very lightly "I think so." He replied, smiling faintly and lightly embarrassed at his lack of knowledge about this Region. He could've told a lot about the normal Pokemon around here, but anything that spoke of myths beyond his own Region was a mystery. He was about to change that however, wanting to learn a lot more about everything and anything that surrounded the Regions. Their tales of how everything came to being, or at least different aspects. He didn't even hide his goal, saw no reason to do so. He never had lied easily and preferred to keep to the truth as he perceived it, maybe that's why Reshiram had chosen him? It was interest to think about.
His attention was recaptured when Cynthia started to speak about the tale of creation. His eyes lowered, there seemed to be a lot more Legendaries than he had counted for. He recognized the names somewhat, though. He had read about them before in the books he had gotten his hands on, although most had been some references and stroked with what she had said and yet his attention didn't waver, looking like it was the first time that he had heard this information. His weight slightly placed forward. The Zoroark as well was content to remain listening to the woman, ears perked up and eyes scanning the surroundings, although more often than not they turned back to her.
"Don't worry about it." His smile was still there "I love hearing about it." It wasn't even lied, he believed that it would reach to a better understanding with the Pokemon he hoped to see once. He nodded when she spoke about the fourth lake, he had been searching for that and he knew that he was close. The Zoroark seemed to know so as well, if he had to believe the words that the Pokemon had said before. He frowned when he heard about the other world, it seemed like an unbelievable thing, but what did he know? He never had thought that Pokemon beyond a Zoroa and Darmanitan existed when he had been young. He still learned new things, although he was pretty sure that he knew his team very well at least.
N feared meeting the Legendary, and yet he felt his heart pounding with excitement, like it had done when he had first laid eyes on Reshiram and managed to befriend it. Zekrom had been next, although he hadn't captured it, nor befriended it. He hadn't felt the need, had been too ashamed of what had happened between Black, White, Ghetsis and himself. He had only wanted to run and hide from the rest of the world for a long, long time. It had been the combined efforts of his Pokemon that made that he started to forgive himself for what had happened and tried to find a way to correct the mistake that had been Team Plasma, or at least the biggest part of it.
Smiling wider, he nodded his head as she asked about Reshiram and Zekrom "They are truly magnificent." He told her, his fingers moving over the last and sixth pokeball on his belt, feeling the mighty presence of the dragon of truth "I have had the honor of meeting both of them..." A faint smile, almost childish in nature split his face from side to side as he got al ittle more eager "Although I do not have had the chance to encounter the pair of trios." That was maybe asking for too much, how many legends could one see in a lifetime? He had already seen two, maybe he had caught a glimpse of the six others once. There was even a seventh, if rumors where to believed and the tales. He didn't exactly doubt the last's existence, but alas.
The woman extended out her hand and for a while he blinked at it. He remembered how one did this, honestly! The Zoroark in his back nudged him in a subtle way and then N grabbed her hand "It's a pleasure to meet you!" He told her "I'm N!" Of course he had heard tales about the champion, the dots just didn't connect in his head. [/style][atrb=style,][style=background-color:#ececec; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width:410px; link-transform: lowercase; border-left: #8daa00 solid 5px; ]
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