CASTELIA CITY

[paradisamods]

[Not long after sunrise, the ship docks in a large harbor on the edge of a great city.

Welcome to Castelia City!



Tall buildings tower over the landscape, and people crowd the streets as they make their way toward their destination. There are seldom any cars in the crowded streets, as many prefer to travel by bike or by foot, or public transit.

It seems the ship has arrived just as the city is waking up to start its day. With a city this big, one might need the whole day just to explore it.

The ship's crew thanks everyone for sailing with them, as it has been their pleasure. They certainly hope their sea-faring friends will enjoy themselves in the city.

With so much to explore, what will you do next?]


(ooc: The Pokémon plot has begun! Have fun and as always, thread-jacking is welcomed and highly encouraged!

Sections: PROFESSOR JUN | HOTEL | SHOPS | CENTRAL PLAZA)

Comments

[aviarius]

May I see him?

[impetuous]

Sure.

[ He frees the squirrel and it immediately races up Gwaine's arm and neck to sit on top of his head. ]

Er, I don't know his name.

[aviarius]

[ Again a smile tugs at his lips. ]

He is a Pachirisu, but if you can name him anything you want. It looks as if he will be happy regardless.

[impetuous]

Pachirisu? Oh, like what he says!

[ He tilts his chin up, trying to catch sigh of his new white and blue living hat. The Pachirisu compensates by placing its front paws on Gwaine's forehead with a squeak—and then it jumps into Gwaine's lap. It chases its tail in ever faster circles. Gwaine tilts his head at it with a pout. ]

Do you ever get tired?

[ The Pachirisu stops running to squeak at Gwaine. Then it resumes chasing its tail. ]

[aviarius]

[ He watches silent for a moment, amusement clear if you squint hard enough. ]

He will, eventually. They are usually very active during the day.

[impetuous]

They don't like the night either?

[aviarius]

Perhaps, you should ask him.

[impetuous]

He can talk? You didn't tell me you can talk! [ He scowls accusingly at the Pachirisu. It chitters at him. Whatever it said, it probably wasn't meant for children's ears. ]

[aviarius]

[ Altaïr laughs a little. ] No, he cannot talk the same way we do. However he does understand us and is able to communicate in his own way.

[ If he understood what the Pachirisu said, he doesn't at all react. Behave bro, behave. ]

[impetuous]

Oh. [ He pats the Pachirisu's head. ] Do you talk to yours a lot?

[aviarius]

Sometimes. [ He glances up at the tree, as Malik preens his wings. ]