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

[gottaknockhard]

Then I'm sure you'll be very happy together.

[black_dog_bite]

[Jet crosses his arms with a smirk.]

Gee, that doesn't sound bitter at all.

[gottaknockhard]

It feels a little familiar, is all.

[Remember how they couldn't get rid of Ein? This is how it starts.]

[black_dog_bite]

How so?

[Hey, Spike's the one who brought Ein home. A fact he seems to frequently forget.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Yeah yeah... that doesn't mean he wanted to take care of it, geez.]

Some people get attached too easily to strays.

[black_dog_bite]

Still bitter about having been stuck with Ein?
I don't know why. It's not like you ever took care of the poor thing.

[gottaknockhard]

["The poor thing" that he saved and everyone else fed. ... But no, he's not still bitter.]

Sounds like a good reason not to give me another one.

[black_dog_bite]

So it all works out then.

[gottaknockhard]

[He makes a face. If it all worked out, he'd be happy, and he's clearly not happy.]

We'll see about that.

[black_dog_bite]

[Confused Jet is confused. Sometimes Spike was really hard to get.]

Maybe your luck will keep following you around.

[gottaknockhard]

Something always seems to be.