Deluxeloy

The building hadn’t been hard to find. The entrance was another story. After circling the block at least three times and making enemies of all the back-alley vermin that made their home here, I finally stood in the doorway, dead tired and twice as wet. Outside, it had been eye-searing neon, the stench of rotten fish and drying galboor leather, and distant traffic smothered by the downpour. This office was dry at least, but it was dark, and everything reeked of smoke. I hoped it was just Terran tobacco, despite knowing it probably wasn’t. This planet had far worse distractions, more addictive and more popular. Eventually, my eyes

Everything burned. Smoke billowed up into the grey sky, forming pillars of black. The inferno below them raged on, devouring anything that wasn't completely flame-retardant. Roofs dissolved into embers, walls collapsed onto themselves. Every weed that dared show its head above ground was snatched up by the omnivorous blaze. You only briefly wondered why you weren't burning. You'd walked this road before, and now everything around it was on fire. The stables, the saloon, the courthouse... "A debt... An ally... Escape this place..." Thoughts echoed through your head, orderless, incoherent. Through the smog, you could just about read a sign

:bulletpurple: Naguro (https://www.deviantart.com/naguro) playing Fineas the doublade :bulletred: Deluxeloy (https://www.deviantart.com/deluxeloy) playing Armin the tyrogue ---===--- :bulletpurple: The training grounds were buzzing with activity. You could see any kind of pokemon, from the bulkier fighting types to the smallest bugs, training alone or with someone else. Fineas was a little bit lost in the crowd. He was amazed by the fact wherever he could go during the day, the place would be filled with pokemon doing their daily routine. More experimented Rangers had recommended him to go to the training grounds at least once a day, but he couldn't find a trainer or anything. He examined his surrounding