Hit the road again today, this time bound for Mt. Pyre, and hoping I make it there in time to stop these thugs. I was off to a good start this morning, and then the sky became dark as I was over the bridge on Route 120. This time, I brought a rain coat; I ended up wearing it for most of the journey to Route 121. There were few trainers who presented any real challenge, except for a hex maniac who had a sableye. The little jewel-eyed gremlin confused Capaldi with dancing lights and then kept punishing him brutally for trying to land an attack. I was forced to heal Capaldi often. I was tempted to switch out, but with sableye being a ghost type my other team members would have been affected by all his attacks. At least Capaldi was immune to ghost attacks.
It was shortly after that scare that I came upon the Hoenn Safari Park, and saw a small band of Aqua ruffians talking. I didn't get close enough to hear, but I saw them march off to the Mt. Pyre docks. I followed, but they were gone when I arrived on the dock. Instead, I found another hex maniac. She assured me she intended no harm but I reached for my pokeball anyways. There are no hex witches in Johto and my encounters in Hoenn so far had not been peaceful, and with Aqua around I was frankly on edge. She asked if I was going to the mountain; I answered. Do you know anything about it? No, of course I didn't woman, but I really didn't think I was that obvious. Not to mention none of her business. However, I did learn from her that I was about to enter a natural pokemon cemetery. I wondered what Team Aqua would want from a mountain of dead pokemon, but I found out soon enough.
The trek up there was uneventful really. I was attacked by a Duskull I caught, reminding me of a ghastly with a face mask. I called it Piper. Ran into a lot of psychics and hex maniacs again, but Lucifer and Moof had little trouble clearing them out with their type advantages. It helped that none of them had a sableye. That little demon is my new least favorite pokemon because that wide toothy smile is just so creepy. My previous one was grimer, after I touched one as a kid and got tremendously sick.
The closer I got to the summit the more Team Aqua grunts I ended up facing. They seemed to be operating under the illusion that their numbers gave them strength. Mickey and Grawl helped awaken them from that false notion. I eventually found the Admin, Archie, at the tip of the mountain, standing in a decrepit structure that looked to be a shrine. An elderly man and woman were tending the shrine, and were powerless to stop Archie from reaching the altar. The old man did try, and got thrown to the ground harshly for his attempt. I made my presence known loudly, and he acknowledged me with his little pet name 'scamp'. He spoke of a blue orb, then turned and picked up a glass orb the size of a large grapefruit with the color of deep ocean water. Then he called on Matt, and ordered him to keep me busy.
Apparently that meteorite from Mt. Chimney was merely a substitute for this orb he held, and he wouldn't need that meteorite any longer. Not that he was going to get it from me anyways. He mentioned a beast from the deep -I suspect it is one of those legends I've heard so little about- and needing the submarine in Slateport to reach it. He called his men to move out and head for Slateport, not caring that I was listening. Or wanting me to know. Hard to be sure. Either way Matt wasn't going to let me follow them immediately; he was laughing the whole time, knowing he wasn't strong enough to beat me and knowing that wasn't even the point.
Truthfully though, his sharpedo this time was difficult. Since our last encounter he had taught ice fang to his sharpedo, and that put a lot of trouble onto Capaldi. I almost lost him again, but Lucifer came to the rescue and soundly punished his opponent. Matt thanked me for a good time and was eager to face me again in the future. I must admit, his friendliness is disarming and his sportsmanship is impeccable. How did such a man ever become a member of this gang of idiots and low-life's? Honestly, other than his six-foot-something height and disgustingly intimidating muscles, I can't think of a reason.
While I was nursing Capaldi back to health for the next half hour the two elders were fretting about the 'orbs' being separated. That's when I noticed the blood-red ball of glass still sitting on the alter. They begged me to take the red orb and retrieve the stolen blue orb, so that they may be together again. They cryptically explained that was necessary to 'calm the legends'. I dunno why they couldn't say it straight like normal people, but then they do live in a cemetery atop a mountain.
I am beginning to wonder about this legendary Kyogre, and how true those legends are. When I decided to grab the orb, my whole body tingled with an unsettling energy that made me shudder. My vision became clouded with a blue film and my hearing momentarily faded. And then I was fine. I didn't hold it long, rushing to put it in my bag with the meteorite. Whatever that thing did to me, I don't intend to let it happen again. But if a glass orb contained that kind of mystical energy, where did it come from? Man do I wish someone would give me a straight answer concerning these legends!
Sorry for the long wait folks, I've been quite busy at home of late. This is the second picture I've experimented with backgrounds being out of focus and I think it turned out rather well.
I mostly do hand-drawn pencil art, usually on loose leaf paper because that is always available around me. I do draw on drawing paper on occasion as well. I have no real intention of making a living off of my hobby.
My inspirations come from EVERYTHING. Games I play, books I read, movies I see. Anything visual just gets sucked into my brain like a black hole, and I may or may not utilize it one day.