CASTELIA CITY

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[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]

Some do. [ Ezio, why can't you walk in silence? Gosh. ]

I travel.

[assassino]

Where do you travel, then?

[aviarius]

Everywhere. The destination is not important.

[assassino]

That seems rather tedious.

[aviarius]

It feels right. [ He's not the idle type.

SUP POKECENTER. Once inside Altaïr heads straight for the computer looking thing off in the right side of the building, does a few random things Ezio probably wont get before a pokeball materializes on the thingy and he picks it up. ]

It is a Pidgey, fairly strong and in excellent health. [ He'll hold it out for Ezio to take. :| Take it. ]

[assassino]

[He's too busy staring at EVERYTHING in wonder to notice Altair offering him something, but after a second, he accepts it.]

Oh... is it also a pigeon?

[aviarius]

[ EZIO YOU ARE A DUMB. ]

It is a Pidgey. [ B| B| B| ]

[assassino]

[HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND POKEMON.]

Pidgey, Pidove -- they both sound like "pigeon."

[aviarius]

[ STOP BEING SO DUMB. ]

They aren't "pigeons".

[assassino]

What are you talking about? The pidove looked exactly like a pigeon.

[aviarius]

They are pokemon. [ OH MY GOD, STOP ARGUING WITH HIM ABOUT THIS. ]

[assassino]

[He claps Altair on the back. Like a bro.]

Well, if you insist, brother.

[aviarius]

[ He just scowls a little. This conversation is just REALLY REALLY FRUSTRATING. ]

Your ability to ignore this truth is almost enough to drive a man to drink, Ezio.

[ Wait. What? ]

[assassino]

Drinking is good for the––

[He stops walking, a touch startled. His eyebrows raise.]

Wait, how did you know my name?

[aviarius]

[ That's what he wants to know. He shakes his head, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]

I don't.

[ His head throbs a little and he quickly drums it up to the lack of sleep he has the night before. He had flown through the night to reach the city. ]

[assassino]

[Ezio moves to stand in front of Altair, scrutinizing him.]

Perhaps I know you, then...

[aviarius]

[ He frowns, dropping his hand from his face. ]

I doubt it.

[assassino]

[Ezio frowns, as well.]

What is your name?

[aviarius]

Altaïr.

[assassino]

[Ezio pauses, slowly moving his hand further away from Altair. Never in his life has he heard the name "Altair" on anyone but the legendary Assassin, but then again, the legendary Assassin Altair would never deign himself to being a wandering trainer of deformed animals.

And Ezio isn't sure that he can ask.

Then Ezio realizes he hasn't said anything for a full minute, so he finally just says:]

Have you any other profession?

[aviarius]

[ The question is an odd one and causes his frown to deepen, his head throbbing dully. Why would he ask such a thing? Of course he has no other profession... right? ]

I... [ He has been a trainer all his life. One of the most formidable flying trainers around. Right?

Dragging his gaze from Ezio, he lifts his left hand to his face. Staring at the finger he believe he had lost many years ago, an unavoidable accident. His gaze then travels down his wrist, his expression twisting into a vague confusion. There is suppose to be something there that isn't. ]

Yes? [ None of this makes sense. ] I do not know.

[assassino]

[Ezio's eyes widen when he sees Altair's hand, and he actually reaches to grab Altair's wrist to look at that hand again.]

You're missing your ring finger! Just like in your designs.

[aviarius]

[ He tenses, jerking his hand out of reach. Ezio you don't just grab your not grandpa's wrist like that! ]

What are you talking about?

[assassino]

[Oops. Got too touchy.]

In your time, it was necessary to amputate the finger so that you can use the hidden blade!

[aviarius]

[ He frowns again. The man sounds utterly mad, yet there is a thread of familiarity to his words. ]

I lost my finger in an accident. [ Did he? He is no longer sure. Doubt seeps into ever crack of his mind, making his question everything his knows. ]