Air Continent ~ Pokemon Square

[Namohysip]

The Air Continent was, as the name implied, a drier, less humid place than the Grass Continent, yet it somehow seemed easier to breathe because of it. Gentle breezes were inescapable here, and the dirt was fine and light. The main hub of civilization on this continent--though there were many--was in a tautologically named village named Pokemon Square. While not very grand in terms of its size nor its structure, it was deceptively complex in its systems over the years.

It had similar facilities to Treasure Town. Banks, shops, residential districts, training areas, and of course, rescue facilities. While the need for rescues was slowly waning with the lowered Dungeon presence, that did not mean there was no longer a need for Rescue Teams at all. Danger would always be present, and as such, the smaller but still respectable systems were in place, and made their central planning for the continent here.

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In the square, several Pokemon gathered to mingle, socialize, and unwind after a hard day's work. The Air Continent shared a similar time zone to the Grass Continent, and it was, too, late in the afternoon when the others all appeared. It was a hasty retreat; the badges could not take them all the way to the Grass Continent, and Maple must not have wanted them to leave in parts, so she had brought them to where the badges would have sent them upon exiting.

The first thing Owen did when he came to was a headcount, as did several others on the team to cross-check for anybody missing. Thankfully, there were only a few who were, and they were certainly accounted for and fine: Maple, Lugia, and Meringue. Maple was unquestionably strong, and the other two were built for the sea.

But they counted and counted and something still wasn't adding up. After a little more deduction, it became clear...

Brisa and Starr were missing.

 

[TheGOAT]

Astrid wandered the streets aimlessly… well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was a rhythm to her footsteps, how she would walk from one end of town to the other. A straight shot, back and forth—not unlike Treasure Town’s main street, and very much unlike Lively Town’s complicated, dungeon-like expanse of alleyways. She walked like she had purpose so as to not confuse the townsfolk, but she had none. A pattern, but no justification for it.

Like Treasure Town, she had been to Pokémon Square one time in her world. It was no Capim Town, but, well, at least the seafood had been good. Now she occupied herself trying to pick apart the which details were different in Cibus’s; had Grubbin’s shop always been such a staggering shade of green? She wasn’t sure. As the days rolled by, it blurred more and more.

At some point her feet had carried her off course, down south where there were more trees than buildings. Finally, she reached the end of the path, where a waterfall crashed off of a cliffside that overlooked forests and farmland off in the distance. Besides the seemingly-dormant dojo to her right, there was nothing but the crisp air to keep her company in this spot.

A wistful sigh escaped her lips as she took a seat, inches from the edge. What a fantastic expanse this is. She could barely pick out the Pokémon working in the pastures, tiny specks against a broader horizon…