ErazonPo3
Bug Catcher
- Pronouns
- She/her
Hey there! This is my first post to the forum but I figured this would be a good series for it; I'm going to be posting a series of written pieces based on prompts from the PLA Gen Week on tumblr, which are part of my In Too Deep series (which itself is a worldbuilding one-shot series to expand the setting of my PLA webcomic, Way Out). The focus of these was to explore the charactersation & setting of PLA within my own setting, and should be easy to follow even if you're not familiar with the story beats or original characters.
I hope you enjoy reading!
The calm blue waters and warm yellow sand of Prelude Beach is a welcoming sight. It welcomed the Galaxy Team, months ago, as a safe port to land and an ideal location for a settlement— leaving them to deal with the consequences. Irida glances at Adaman from the corner of her eye. The Diamond Clan Leader typically wears his heart on his sleeve, but his expression is unreadable now. She attempts to smooth out her face the same way.
The three representatives of the Galaxy Team make an… interesting first impression. The Commander’s sweeping kimono fails to cloak his strongman figure underneath, and the intricate embroidery on his sleeves reflect the wealth and status at his disposal. The two women flanking his sides somehow manage to be even more intimidating; the woman with cropped blue hair holds a bo staff, and it’s certain she knows how to use it, while the woman with curly red hair looks like she could deadlift an Ursaring.
“Diamond Clan Leader Adaman, and Pearl Clan Leader Irida, it is good to finally meet you in person. I am Commander Kamado, and this is my Adjutant, Cyllene, and Captain Zisu of the Security Corps,” the Commander says, and his group bows in turn. Adaman and Irida mirror the gesture. “We are familiar with the Clans’ history of conflict, and I would like to be clear that we have no interest in provoking it, neither between yourselves nor between us. I believe the Hisui region has a peaceful future, if only we can foster it,” he continues.
His words sound diplomatic, but Irida knows Calaba would probably see through him, if only she were here. She feels too illiterate to read between the lines on her own, but she needs Kamado to see her as an adult, too. Her father had taught her to speak with outsiders— merchants and explorers have visited Hisui for many generations— but nothing could have prepared her for peace negotiations with outsiders twice her age, with military experience and a desire to claim territory for themselves.
“You’re not the first group to land on Hisui’s shores speaking of peace. I’m sure you’ve heard news of what happened to the last,” Adaman says, folding his arms. Irida wouldn’t have been so bold, but Kamado remains unruffled.
“Yes. The Blindépique Expedition was reported as a total failure, and the Fleur de Lis family is no longer supporting their financial interests.”
The politics of faraway regions matters very little to her, but Irida knows it could be more important to the future of their home than Commander Kamado would ever let on. She watches the two women by Kamado’s side for any reaction to hs words, but Zisu appears unphased, and Cyllene’s expression hadn’t shifted a milimetre through their entire exchange.
“And how will the Galaxy Team be any different?” Irida asks, before Adaman can.
“It’s simple. We are not the fools that they are,” Kamado answers. It’s a refrain Irida knows well— our clan is smarter, our clan is braver, our clan is right, but as a leader it’s her responsibility to see through the bluster to see the reality of the situation. Kamado doesn’t elaborate, but he can see they aren’t fully convinced.
“How about I take you for a tour through our village?” he offers.
Commander Kamado leads them to the southern entrance, guarded by one of their members dressed in red. When the Galaxy Team first arrived, the walls were the first thing to go up. They were mainly built to keep Pokémon out, but stand as a symbol of both their fear of their environment and their claim on the space they have chosen. But perhaps there’s some merit to their caution, and the tangible boundary between what’s theirs and what isn’t. Only Sinnoh knows if the walls will come down with time.
Irida’s first impression of the inside is that everything is ordered and organised thanks to the luxury of a town planning on a blank slate, though the buildings are mostly rudimentary. The houses look different from their cises, but the construction is much the same. Each building is lifted off the ground on wooden stilts, and built with thin walls and angled roofs, able to withstand earthquakes and snow. Further down the avenue, there’s a group of people putting up the frame for a new house. A couple of older adults direct their younger apprentices on where to hold the timber slats and nail, while teenagers scurry back and forth delivering materials to whoever shouts for them. A woman dressed in a purple uniform that matches Zisu’s waves at them as they walk by, but soon returns to her scrutiny of the process.
“The Construction Corps are in charge of all our building needs, but everyone in town lends a hand to get the work done,” Kamado explains, and nods to an older man serving lunch to a group of workers on break. “It’s all about laying a good foundation,” he chuffs, and though his moustache hides most of his expression, the pride in his voice is clear.
Along the way, they walk past shopkeepers and craftspeople, and all their children— the last expedition didn’t have children. The clothes they wear look different, too, and she overhears snippets of conversations in all sorts of unfamiliar accents and languages. The Galaxy Team doesn’t fly the banner of a single region, but bears a logo of its own.
“Where do most of your people hail from?” Adaman asks, noticing the symbol as well.
“I myself am from Johto, not too far south of Hisui, in fact. Both Cyllene and Zisu lived in the Hoenn region,” Kamado nods at them, “but members of our Corps come from all over the world— some as far as Alola.”
“Many of the people here are escaping strife in their own land. When rulers trade blows, it’s often the innocents who suffer most of all,” Cyllene adds, though her voice remains as neutral as her expression.
Finally they reach the end of the road, stoppered by the Galaxy Building. The entire structure is massive, with at least three levels based on the way the windows are stacked, and there’s no telling as to how far underground it might go. The tiled roof has a gentle curve that lifts at the eaves, and on top are two empty pedestals that will probably have something on top when it’s all finished. The building’s facade is still surrounded by a wooden frame, and the earth around it is ruptured with a system of trenches.
Even unfinished it’s impressive, but most of all it speaks to the kind of resources the Galaxy Team has at its disposal. Whether they hope to build a home or an empire remains to be seen, but for the sake of peace they’re going to have to take Kamado at his word.
“You’ve built a good village, here. It’s been good to meet you, Kamado. I hope both the Diamond Clan and the Galaxy Team can benefit from a friendly relationship going forward,” Adaman says, and shit that sounds smart. Irida clears her throat.
“The Pearl Clan is open to building a new friendship with the Galaxy Team, and though we have our differences with the Diamond Clan, I believe the Hisui region is at its most prosperous when we all work together under Sinnoh’s guidance,” she says, and bites down on the immature but proud smile bubbling to the surface for pulling it off. Adaman mutters something that sounds a little too much like ‘false Sinnoh’ under his breath, and Irida kicks the back of his heel as subtly as she can.
“I’m very glad to hear that. The gates of Jubilife Village shall remain open to your Clans, and you may come see me if you ever need anything,” Kamado says, as if he’s doing them a favour. He and his entourage bow once more, and Irida and Adaman bow in return before leaving through the western gate together.
Whether they like it or not, the New World has arrived at their doorstep, and it isn’t going away any time soon. They’re on the precipice of some great historical event, though why Sinnoh has chosen now, chosen them, is anyone’s guess.
Neither of them need to say it, but they say it anyway.
“Truce?”
“Truce.”
I hope you enjoy reading!
Prompt: Introductions | In this moment
The calm blue waters and warm yellow sand of Prelude Beach is a welcoming sight. It welcomed the Galaxy Team, months ago, as a safe port to land and an ideal location for a settlement— leaving them to deal with the consequences. Irida glances at Adaman from the corner of her eye. The Diamond Clan Leader typically wears his heart on his sleeve, but his expression is unreadable now. She attempts to smooth out her face the same way.
The three representatives of the Galaxy Team make an… interesting first impression. The Commander’s sweeping kimono fails to cloak his strongman figure underneath, and the intricate embroidery on his sleeves reflect the wealth and status at his disposal. The two women flanking his sides somehow manage to be even more intimidating; the woman with cropped blue hair holds a bo staff, and it’s certain she knows how to use it, while the woman with curly red hair looks like she could deadlift an Ursaring.
“Diamond Clan Leader Adaman, and Pearl Clan Leader Irida, it is good to finally meet you in person. I am Commander Kamado, and this is my Adjutant, Cyllene, and Captain Zisu of the Security Corps,” the Commander says, and his group bows in turn. Adaman and Irida mirror the gesture. “We are familiar with the Clans’ history of conflict, and I would like to be clear that we have no interest in provoking it, neither between yourselves nor between us. I believe the Hisui region has a peaceful future, if only we can foster it,” he continues.
His words sound diplomatic, but Irida knows Calaba would probably see through him, if only she were here. She feels too illiterate to read between the lines on her own, but she needs Kamado to see her as an adult, too. Her father had taught her to speak with outsiders— merchants and explorers have visited Hisui for many generations— but nothing could have prepared her for peace negotiations with outsiders twice her age, with military experience and a desire to claim territory for themselves.
“You’re not the first group to land on Hisui’s shores speaking of peace. I’m sure you’ve heard news of what happened to the last,” Adaman says, folding his arms. Irida wouldn’t have been so bold, but Kamado remains unruffled.
“Yes. The Blindépique Expedition was reported as a total failure, and the Fleur de Lis family is no longer supporting their financial interests.”
The politics of faraway regions matters very little to her, but Irida knows it could be more important to the future of their home than Commander Kamado would ever let on. She watches the two women by Kamado’s side for any reaction to hs words, but Zisu appears unphased, and Cyllene’s expression hadn’t shifted a milimetre through their entire exchange.
“And how will the Galaxy Team be any different?” Irida asks, before Adaman can.
“It’s simple. We are not the fools that they are,” Kamado answers. It’s a refrain Irida knows well— our clan is smarter, our clan is braver, our clan is right, but as a leader it’s her responsibility to see through the bluster to see the reality of the situation. Kamado doesn’t elaborate, but he can see they aren’t fully convinced.
“How about I take you for a tour through our village?” he offers.
Commander Kamado leads them to the southern entrance, guarded by one of their members dressed in red. When the Galaxy Team first arrived, the walls were the first thing to go up. They were mainly built to keep Pokémon out, but stand as a symbol of both their fear of their environment and their claim on the space they have chosen. But perhaps there’s some merit to their caution, and the tangible boundary between what’s theirs and what isn’t. Only Sinnoh knows if the walls will come down with time.
Irida’s first impression of the inside is that everything is ordered and organised thanks to the luxury of a town planning on a blank slate, though the buildings are mostly rudimentary. The houses look different from their cises, but the construction is much the same. Each building is lifted off the ground on wooden stilts, and built with thin walls and angled roofs, able to withstand earthquakes and snow. Further down the avenue, there’s a group of people putting up the frame for a new house. A couple of older adults direct their younger apprentices on where to hold the timber slats and nail, while teenagers scurry back and forth delivering materials to whoever shouts for them. A woman dressed in a purple uniform that matches Zisu’s waves at them as they walk by, but soon returns to her scrutiny of the process.
“The Construction Corps are in charge of all our building needs, but everyone in town lends a hand to get the work done,” Kamado explains, and nods to an older man serving lunch to a group of workers on break. “It’s all about laying a good foundation,” he chuffs, and though his moustache hides most of his expression, the pride in his voice is clear.
Along the way, they walk past shopkeepers and craftspeople, and all their children— the last expedition didn’t have children. The clothes they wear look different, too, and she overhears snippets of conversations in all sorts of unfamiliar accents and languages. The Galaxy Team doesn’t fly the banner of a single region, but bears a logo of its own.
“Where do most of your people hail from?” Adaman asks, noticing the symbol as well.
“I myself am from Johto, not too far south of Hisui, in fact. Both Cyllene and Zisu lived in the Hoenn region,” Kamado nods at them, “but members of our Corps come from all over the world— some as far as Alola.”
“Many of the people here are escaping strife in their own land. When rulers trade blows, it’s often the innocents who suffer most of all,” Cyllene adds, though her voice remains as neutral as her expression.
Finally they reach the end of the road, stoppered by the Galaxy Building. The entire structure is massive, with at least three levels based on the way the windows are stacked, and there’s no telling as to how far underground it might go. The tiled roof has a gentle curve that lifts at the eaves, and on top are two empty pedestals that will probably have something on top when it’s all finished. The building’s facade is still surrounded by a wooden frame, and the earth around it is ruptured with a system of trenches.
Even unfinished it’s impressive, but most of all it speaks to the kind of resources the Galaxy Team has at its disposal. Whether they hope to build a home or an empire remains to be seen, but for the sake of peace they’re going to have to take Kamado at his word.
“You’ve built a good village, here. It’s been good to meet you, Kamado. I hope both the Diamond Clan and the Galaxy Team can benefit from a friendly relationship going forward,” Adaman says, and shit that sounds smart. Irida clears her throat.
“The Pearl Clan is open to building a new friendship with the Galaxy Team, and though we have our differences with the Diamond Clan, I believe the Hisui region is at its most prosperous when we all work together under Sinnoh’s guidance,” she says, and bites down on the immature but proud smile bubbling to the surface for pulling it off. Adaman mutters something that sounds a little too much like ‘false Sinnoh’ under his breath, and Irida kicks the back of his heel as subtly as she can.
“I’m very glad to hear that. The gates of Jubilife Village shall remain open to your Clans, and you may come see me if you ever need anything,” Kamado says, as if he’s doing them a favour. He and his entourage bow once more, and Irida and Adaman bow in return before leaving through the western gate together.
Whether they like it or not, the New World has arrived at their doorstep, and it isn’t going away any time soon. They’re on the precipice of some great historical event, though why Sinnoh has chosen now, chosen them, is anyone’s guess.
Neither of them need to say it, but they say it anyway.
“Truce?”
“Truce.”
Last edited:
