[center][h2][color=gold]Gleampier[/color][/h2][/center] 

[@Eklispe]

You set out onto the main deck to capture a team for you and the mighty general Alexander, salty winds blowing through your hair and the cry of gulls echoing around you. The air was humid and warm, but rarely did a gust fail to chill that feeling away. Pokémon trainers of all sorts walked the massive, wooden expanse before you. The white, metal guard rails overlooked breathtaking scenery. Maybe it was beautiful to you, perhaps horrifying or truly awesome. Sea, and only sea, for miles on end. In any direction you stared, calm lulls of liquid blue gently rocked the horizon. You noticed rolling waves behind you, white caps surfing underneath grey tempest sky. A homogenous mix of Wingulls and Taillow circled in various spots, attempting to kingfish for various fish that might hide below the depths. 

You noted to your right and near the stern was a towering pillar of architecture. Each floor had a curved pane of glass upon its front, revealing a basic outline of the interior within. The first floor revealed a magnificent dining hall. You noted several large, round tables draped in a fine, silken cloth. People of formal attire were currently setting silverware in front of black, cushioned chairs of red velvet. The image of the dining room became unfocused past the first couple rows of tables, so you couldn’t quite make out everything. 

Above and on the second floor revealed two rooms. On the left was what appeared to be a miniature market, with a couple shelves lined with basic necessities. Food, water, potions, some heals here and there. There were even post cards and letters one could send around the world, given they had another to write to. On the highest shelves were some stuffed dolls, but what there were was a mystery to you. There was also sign hung up on the headboard above the register, but the writing was too far to read.

Upon the precipice of the gleaming tower was a final window. Two massive, calloused hands gripped the sides of a black leathery chair. Professor Palm looked out above the scenery, tipping his yellow hat and scratching his withered, gnarly beard. Flashing lights appeared as a dotted mosaic behind him. You could just make out some sorts of individuals rushing about as shadows, blocking outlines of various portions of the lit backdrop.

[color=39b54a]“First time?”[/color]

You turned, an individual in a white uniform greeting you with an open hand. He seemed to be one of Palm’s boys, those who had accompanied him after the instance in the terminal room. His open hand motioned to the side, pointing to a raft that hung delicately in the air.

[color=39b54a]“She’s ready to go on your mark. The reinforced nylon will keep her close to the boat, nothing to worry.”[/color]

You would notice all of the other trainers, if they weren’t distracted by other things, being assisted into these rafts. They weren’t very large, perhaps just enough for a trainer and their Pokémon. There were open handles on the sides of the rafts to set up poles, which many trainers were doing, or sit a drink if that was your fancy. At the back of the raft was a small box with a red cross, likely in case of emergencies. If you would accept his hand, the sailor would assist you into the vessel. When you had settled, you heard the squeak of a pulley system begin lowering you into the calm waters below.

You gently splashed down. The raft rocked only momentarily before you were level again, only bouncing with the occasional ripple. There were two black paddles tucked underneath the side pocket of the raft, if you wished to row about. Though, there was plenty of movement and drift by following the S.S. EXPEDITION on its course. It wasn’t long before you noticed a tiny ripple sound off, just a tad louder now, and then breach the surface with a small splash.

[color=7bcdc8]“Shell?”[/color]

A goofy looking Pokémon stared directly at you. Its tongue stuck out to the side, coming from a void black center between two hard, lined purple shells. It bobbed up and down in the water, as if preparing for a mighty leap from the ocean.

[@Xan the G]

Pokémon trainers of all sorts walked the massive, wooden expanse before you. The white, metal guard rails overlooked breathtaking scenery. Maybe it was beautiful to you, perhaps horrifying or truly awesome. Sea, and only sea, for miles on end. In any direction you stared, calm lulls of liquid blue gently rocked the horizon. You noticed rolling waves behind you, white caps surfing underneath grey tempest sky. A homogenous mix of Wingulls and Taillow circled in various spots, attempting to kingfish for various fish that might hide below the depths. 

You noted to your right and near the stern was a towering pillar of architecture. Each floor had a curved pane of glass upon its front, revealing a basic outline of the interior within. The first floor revealed a magnificent dining hall. You noted several large, round tables draped in a fine, silken cloth. People of formal attire were currently setting silverware in front of black, cushioned chairs of red velvet. The image of the dining room became unfocused past the first couple rows of tables, so you couldn’t quite make out everything. 

Above and on the second floor revealed two rooms. On the left was what appeared to be a miniature market, with a couple shelves lined with basic necessities. Food, water, potions, some heals here and there. There were even post cards and letters one could send around the world, given they had another to write to. On the highest shelves were some stuffed dolls, but what there were was a mystery to you. There was also sign hung up on the headboard above the register, but the writing was too far to read.

Upon the precipice of the gleaming tower was a final window. Two massive, calloused hands gripped the sides of a black leathery chair. Professor Palm looked out above the scenery, tipping his yellow hat and scratching his withered, gnarly beard. Flashing lights appeared as a dotted mosaic behind him. You could just make out some sorts of individuals rushing about as shadows, blocking outlines of various portions of the lit backdrop.

[color=a0410d]“You there, boy!”[/color]

You turned to see an old man, armed to the teeth with what appeared to be fishing equipment. Hooks, rods, bait, tackle, lures, hats, pockets of all shapes and sizes, small boxes and tanks for any sort of aquatic creature, buckets, shells, nets, and a tiny Krabby that sat upon his shoulder. It grunted a contorted growl as it snipped its claws into the air.

[color=0054a6]“Koo-ki Koo-ki!”[/color]

[color=a0410d]“Would y’mind helping an old feller go on one last fishin’ trip?”[/color]

A passing sailor laughed at the spectacle, putting both of his hands on his hips.

[color=39b54a]“Rusty, you can’t be serious. You know she’s not out there anymore.”[/color]

[color=a0410d]“Aye, that might be true, but I have to try…”[/color]

The sailor sighed and shrugged, striding over into your direction. He looked over his shoulder towards Rusty and beamed a smile before turning back to you. He spoke between giggles, obviously tickled by the determined old man.

[color=39b54a]“If you plan on going, I hope you secure your ear. It might fall off with the stories Rusty has to share. He’s a good man, and a better sailor. He’ll take care of you.”[/color]

Rusty patted the side of the raft, inviting you to join him inside the already crowded raft. Did you accept his request?

[@BlueSky44]

Pokémon trainers of all sorts walked the massive, wooden expanse before you. The white, metal guard rails overlooked breathtaking scenery. Maybe it was beautiful to you, perhaps horrifying or truly awesome. Sea, and only sea, for miles on end. In any direction you stared, calm lulls of liquid blue gently rocked the horizon. You noticed rolling waves behind you, white caps surfing underneath grey tempest sky. A homogenous mix of Wingulls and Taillow circled in various spots, attempting to kingfish for various fish that might hide below the depths. 

You noted to your right and near the stern was a towering pillar of architecture. Each floor had a curved pane of glass upon its front, revealing a basic outline of the interior within. The first floor revealed a magnificent dining hall. You noted several large, round tables draped in a fine, silken cloth. People of formal attire were currently setting silverware in front of black, cushioned chairs of red velvet. The image of the dining room became unfocused past the first couple rows of tables, so you couldn’t quite make out everything. 

Above and on the second floor revealed two rooms. On the left was what appeared to be a miniature market, with a couple shelves lined with basic necessities. Food, water, potions, some heals here and there. There were even post cards and letters one could send around the world, given they had another to write to. On the highest shelves were some stuffed dolls, but what there were was a mystery to you. There was also sign hung up on the headboard above the register, but the writing was too far to read.

Upon the precipice of the gleaming tower was a final window. Two massive, calloused hands gripped the sides of a black leathery chair. Professor Palm looked out above the scenery, tipping his yellow hat and scratching his withered, gnarly beard. Flashing lights appeared as a dotted mosaic behind him. You could just make out some sorts of individuals rushing about as shadows, blocking outlines of various portions of the lit backdrop.

While your teammates approached the railings of the ship, your interests took you closer to the tower looking over the deck. In front of the floor was an array of miniature fields, with different terrains and ground to battle on. You wandered towards a smaller flatland, covered in small stones and dirt. The deck must’ve been custom fitted to allow for installment of different terrains in different areas. From across the way of this dirt battleground, standing behind a white, painted line, stood a boy. He had wild, spiky brown hair and a blue vest. The tails ends of the vest nudged against a Palm Ball much like your own. Etched into the dirt were two rough marks, dug in by some primitive means.

[color=fff79a]“Aha! A challenger! Since you stepped in front of me, we HAVE to face off! You’ll be my third victory today…”[/color]

At this moment, you noticed you were standing on another white, painted line. There was area to the left where you could stand.

Did you accept?