New Fizz City: The Metropolitan Zone

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New Fizz City stands as a shining beacon of hope and prosperity for the world of Fizzy Bubbles. Built on the shores of Cape Effervescence over two centuries ago, the city started root as a trading port which fell into great prosperity during the industrial revolution. The port town attracted people from far and wide in search of a better life, quickly growing into a diverse and bustling metropolis sprawling for miles across the land and stretching way up into the clouds. As the modern urban center of Fizzytopia, New Fizz City boasts significant high-rise development, widespread use of cars and motorcycles and one of the most extensive transit systems in the world; from its subway and commuter trains to the world-famous yellow cabs that shuffle along the city streets, there is just about nowhere you can’t get to in the city.

Famed for its vibrant neighborhoods and unparalleled culture, New Fizz City is a proud cultural melting pot where you are sure to encounter trainers from every walk of life. While city folk have a strong sense of community you will find them just as welcoming to outsiders, although tourists are advised to keep out of certain districts after dark with growing poverty giving way to increased crime and gang violence. While green spaces are hard to come by in the concrete jungle, many species of Pokemon have learned to adapt to urban life. Resident strays have a certain street smart about them making them valuable companions, provided you can win their trust. As the locals will tell you, the city that never sleeps holds adventure on every street corner. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere!

 Downtown - The Business & Commercial District

Downtown reply in Slate Gray


Downtown is the bustling financial center of New Fizz City and its most urbanized area, with historically laidback zoning restrictions giving rise to the tallest high-rises in the city. The biggest, busiest and most crowded area in the city, downtown it is a hive of activity for both shoppers and businesspeople alike; even if you're not mesmerized by the city's soaring skyscrapers and monuments, you'll be blown away by its flourishing arts, food, and fashion scenes. From famed museums and art galleries to world class sporting venues, you could live a lifetime and not experience all the amazing things downtown has to offer.

Municipal Plaza: The beating heart of the city, Municipal Plaza holds many of the buildings necessary to keep New Fizz ticking, including its city hall, banks, hospitals, schools and universities. The headquarters of both the New Fizz Police Department and the Fizzytopian Investigation Bureau are also present here. What the plaza lacks in wild Pokemon it more than makes up for in human activity - you’d be hard pressed not to get swept up in adventure strolling through Municipal Plaza.

Commercial Boulevard: For those who love window shopping and spending major bucks, Commercial Boulevard is a great place to start. Lined with stores as far as the eye can see, if you’re looking for a particular item you can bet you’ll find it here. Even if you don’t have a goal in mind, browse the shop window displays for long enough and something is sure to steal your attention. The city council endeavors to keep wild Pokemon away from Commercial Boulevard, but that hasn’t stopped strays spilling out from its back alleys.

Amity Gardens: Spanning hundreds of acres, Amity Gardens is a popular meeting point among tourists and locals alike, offering much needed respite from the city hustle and bustle. The gardens make up for the city’s lack of green space and then some, boasting botanicals from around the world and a number of artificial lakes where swimming and fishing are permitted. Although urban Pokemon often spill out into the park, Amity Gardens boasts a more rural assortment of Pokemon found nowhere else in the city.

Battle Tower: Behind the city’s most impressive skyscraper you’ll find one of the world’s most state-of-art battle facilities, the Battle Tower! With a number of play formats to choose from, challengers are tasked with battling their way to the top of the tower, facing increased difficulty at each level. Plucky trainers are awarded useful battle items depending on how far they progress. Make it all the way to the rooftop and you’ll face the mysterious Tower Tycoon – but beware, they haven’t lost to a challenger yet!

Central Station: Explore the region’s largest subway system, the flowing arteries of the city that never sleeps. Almost as old as the city itself, the urban dungeon exists beneath an expansive succession of support arches. All tracks lead through Central and will take you wherever you need to go, whether that be the colorful districts of uptown or the far reaches of city limits. The station is complete with one section of non-working subway cars taken over as a hangout by local youth subcultures; journey deeper into these decommissioned tunnels and you’ll discover an ecosystem of underground Pokemon.


 Uptown - The Culture & Entertainment Districts


Hoodlem Reply in Orange

Hoodlem is economically poor and the most deprived of the five boroughs in New Fizz City, characterized by its run-down housing projects, pockets of small-time businesses and shops that have presumably failed shortly after their establishment. Although the district has industrial roots, it has been experiencing gentrification over the last few years with tourists seeking to escape the downtown hustle in favor of this urban shangri-la. Abandoned buildings and decrepit warehouses are a common sight in Hoodlem, overrun with wild Pokemon that give even the local street gangs a hard time.

Alto Bridge: One of the world’s longest suspension bridges, Alto Bridge connects Hoodlem and neighboring districts with downtown New Fizz. It is considered a historic staple of the New Fizz City skyline, transporting commuter car traffic underneath and touristic foot traffic above. Standing before its incredible arches with city skyscrapers rising in the distance will inspire a sense of grandiosity, just watch out for strong winds and swooping flying-type Pokemon!

Gasoline Row: Located directly under the Alto Bridge overpass, you’ll find the most down-and-divey bars New Fizz City has to offer. Gasoline Row is packed with every type of scene from biker bars to hip hop venues and punk warehouses - just be prepared for sticky floors, tagged bathrooms, and dubious clientele. Where many bars in the city discourage bringing Pokemon, the grungy hangouts of Gasoline Row encourage it, oft sporting fighting cages where patrons can partake in a battle or a bet.

Kickflip Park: Grab your board, throw on your baggy pants, and tuck the hat down as low as it’ll go – you’ve just arrived at Kickflip Park. Situated deep in the Hoodlem ghettos, the skatepark is loaded with ledges, ramps, pipes and plenty of bowls which are used for battling as much as skating – stick around long enough and you’re bound to be challenged by a resident youth or stray Pokemon. Just be sure to check out of there by nightfall when the park becomes a popular meeting point for criminals and street gangs.

Neon East Reply in Yellow Green

As you walk up the stairs from the dark underground subway, give your eyes a minute to adjust to the bright pulsating lights of Neon East. This futuristic district looks like something from a page of cyberpunk fiction, blocks covered in flashing billboards and holographic signage that blanket your field of vision; it’s said on a clear night the glow of its colorful multi-storey shops and arcades are visible all the way from the high-rise balconies of downtown! With unparalleled nightlife and entertainment, Neon East is a thrilling location to visit, as well as an interesting and vibrant place to live for those of means.

Sparkling Strip: You’ve heard New Fizz is the city that never sleeps, now meet the venues that are keeping residents up. If you’re looking for a night on the town Sparkling Strip is the place to be, from glitzy rooftop bars with swimming pools to underground raves which go on until sunrise, there’s a scene for every style. Pokemon are usually only allowed out in VIP areas, so you’ll need to rub shoulders with the right crowd if you want access to this privilege.

Florescent Funfair: Tucked away in the high-rises is one of Fizzytopia’s most popular fairgrounds, with all the typical trappings from carousels and bumper cars to waltzes and a tunnel of love. Whether you’re a thrill-seeker or spectator, the fairground offers something for everyone – although only the truly fearless should take on the Dazzler, a rollercoaster that reaches as high as the tallest skyscrapers with a 250km/h drop speed. The florescent lights and high-voltage machinery are a magnet for city-dwelling electric-types.

Grey Matter Labs: The tallest tower in Neon East lays host to a thinktank of the world’s most renowned professors and inventors. Grey Matter serve as an incubator for the city's startup scene, and are behind many of the district’s technological leaps. Resident geniuses are close to a breakthroughs in a range of fields, from fossil revival to dream monitoring. What they are short on however is subjects to test their experiments – volunteers will be handsomely rewarded.

Bohem Reply in Deep Pink

If you want to get away from the traffic and crowds to kick back with the more beatnik populace of New Fizz City, head on over to Bohem. Years ago, artists seeking affordable housing, open studio space, and a lifestyle away from the mainstream metropolis seeped into this deteriorating industrial district and gave it new verve. They converted the abandoned warehouses into lofted art studios, independent galleries, and coffee shops buzzing with character. Visitors are invited to pull up a chair at the local coffee shop or stroll through its galleries, where you’ll meet all manner of artists, musicians and creative types.

Artisan Avenue: The streets of Bohem are a blank canvas for the city’s most talented street artists; where this creative expression culminates is the aptly dubbed Artisan Avenue. The colourful street is closed off to road traffic, giving creatives free rein to brighten up abandoned storefronts, turn corrugated gates into canvases and cover entire apartment blocks in provocative murals. You’ll find the avenue sprawling at any given time with artists selling their crafts as well as a lively assortment of street performers, their acts occasionally interrupted by curious stray Pokemon.

Milcery Patisserie: Follow the waft of fresh baked pastries to what is considered the best (and most photogenic) coffee shops in town. The Kalosian inspired patisserie may be small, but its owners are big on serving some of the best pastries you’ll ever see. Customers flock from around the globe bringing all sorts of colorful tales with them, just be sure to arrive during off-peak times since it's tough to land a seat.

The Foundry: Not all art in Bohem is just for show, this metalwork makerspace is living proof of that. The Foundry is a multi-floor warehouse where metal is melted and poured into specially shaped molds to produce valuable items and special Pokeballs. If you’re looking to whet your welding appetite, metalworkers are often in need of an apprentice for the day. The high temperatures at The Foundry are suited to stray fire-types who take refuge in its lofts, often coming down to lend their firepower to the welding process.

Alderboro Reply in Khaki

Amidst the urban jungle you’ll also find a little pocket of history, Alderboro faithfully evoking the spirits of days long gone. Alderboro is the last remnants of New Fizz City before it was new, drawing both locals and tourists alike to its nostalgic, almost enigmatic charm. The neighborhood’s narrow winding streets are lined with attractive green spaces as well as cafes and shops passed down through generations, offering a perfect place to while away the afternoon. You’ll find time seems to move much slower in Alderboro.

Trader’s Bazaar: A bustling marketplace packed with food, clothing, and knick-knacks you’re not likely to find in the city’s shopping malls and boutiques. Beware of some of the dodgier vendors advertising fake items as genuine artefacts. If you're lucky, however, you may just find a gem amongst the junk.

Remembrance Park: New Fizz City wasn’t always a land of peace and prosperity – as a reminder of its feudal era, a shrine was erected to forever remember citizens lost. Surrounding the shrine is a beautiful sakura-lined cemetery spanning acres of land. Despite its size, the graveyard is meticulously cared for and while peaceful for the most part, has its share of ghostly stories and tragic tales.

Little Kanto: A vibrant and densely populated neighborhood founded by immigrants of Kanto and its neighboring regions – foodies and tourists come from all over for a taste of authentic sushi, ramen or famous fried Farfetch’d. The busy sidewalks are packed with souvenir stores, bubble tea shops, and markets selling everything you’d expect to find in the faraway region it pays homage to. There is also an abundance of green spaces where locals can be watched practicing traditional martial arts, stick around and they might be willing to teach you a move or two.

Fizzby Harbor Reply in Light Sea Green

The largest natural harbor on the Fizzytopian Coast and its busiest waterway, Fizzby Harbor welcomes thousands of ships carrying millions of metric tons of cargo from around the world each year. The harbor is also serviced by several cruise lines, commuter ferries, and tourist excursion boats; if you ask around you might just find a captain offering a sightseeing tour or a job on their boat. Further down the wharf, Fizzby Harbor is archetypical of a seaside funfair, with several attractions and a ferris wheel, though the promenade at night is a sight for sore eyes to drown their sorrows on.

Cape Effervescence: The main tourist draw of the harbor district, Cape Effervescence’s undersea vents leave the waters bubbly, but not chaotic enough to hamper swimming. While its coral reefs died long ago due to ongoing sea traffic pollution, water-types and other seafaring Pokemon can be nevertheless found in abundance. If you want a calm area to just fish and watch the ships go by, look no further. And don’t forget to record your catches! The cape’s famous fishing hut gives out prizes for the biggest or best catch of the day.

Victory Island: Just a few miles out at sea lies Victory Island, one of the city’s most popular attractions. The island is home to a great monument depicting the hero who brought peace to New Fizz City and their partner, Victini. It is foretold that the mythical Pokemon still resides on the island and will at rare times appear to visitors to grant them insatiable fortune – to this point, budding Pokemon trainers often come here to train before exhibition matches. Be warned that the island Pokemon have a competitive spirit making them tough to contend with.

Fizz City Sewers: Pinch your nose and take a manhole through to one of the oldest and most intricate sewer networks in the world. Every day, Fizz City Sewers transports billions of gallons of wastewater from homes, offices, stores, and factories to water treatment plants out in the city limits. It is also an interesting place to explore unto itself, the dark narrow walkways home to all kinds of lost treasures and sewer Pokemon. Explorers should keep out of the sewers in rainy seasons as fast flowing waters can flood passages at a moment’s notice, the fetid water often carrying disease.

 New Fizz City Limits - The Industrial Districts


Fizzy Power Co. Reply in Dark Orange

Situated on the far outskirts of the city, Fizzy Power Co. carries the burden of not just New Fizz City’s power usage, but much of the wider region’s electricity supply. Operated by skilled technicians and a workforce of hardy electric-types the Power Plant has proudly kept city lights on without an outage for over fifty years. Other than those that work at the Power Plant, many electric Pokemon can be found mooching off the excess electricity and occasionally wreaking havoc. Surrounding the plant is an electromagnetic field which is reported to trigger evolution in certain species of Pokemon.

State Landfill Reply in Dark Sea Green


A vast and hilly expanse composed of trash heaps and compacted vehicles stacked to the nines, you can guarantee that any and all waste from the city will eventually find its way here. Naturally the landfill has become a habitat for poison-types, with the hazardous chemical waste sent from the neighboring power plant birthing all sorts of toxic Pokemon. Why a tourist would visit here is a mystery, although the rumors of thrown out treasures may be enough for you to brave the stench.

Sunder Island Reply in Pale Violet Red


Once an island town with a sizeable population and booming economy, Sunder Island was plundered into catastrophe when its nuclear power plant went into meltdown. The radioactive island was evacuated and its bridge to the mainland closed off for good; but today the Sunder Island exclusion zone isn’t devoid of life. Its abandoned tower blocks have been overrun by lush forest and home a collection of wildlife, as well as descendants of Pokemon that were left in the city when its residents fled the nuclear fallout. Exploring the island offers an eerie look at what our cities would look like if humans vanished off the face of the earth.

Fizzytopian Rail Reply in Dark Khaki


In its heyday the Fizzytopian Rail was one of the world's most popular train lines, now it for the most part lies decommissioned following an incident where a powerful Pokemon wrought havoc on its tracks. The now defunct railyard is home to many steel-types which can be found burrowing in its empty train carts or feeding off of scrap metal. A walk down the train tracks offers views of some of the city’s best graffiti art, just don’t stick around for nightfall when crime and other mysterious goings on are commonplace.

Fizzby Freight Yard Reply in Dark Cyan


Situated on the outskirts of Fizzby harbor, Fizzby Freight Yard stands as the region’s largest shipping and trading operation. The complex specializes in oil refinery and distribution, though warehousing is also an important element of business. The freight yard is a playground for all kinds of urban Pokemon, and if you’re willing to weather its cold-storage warehouses you’ll find them swarming with ice-types. Its docks become a hotspot for organised crime and illegal shippings under the cover of night, although officials have yet to mount enough evidence to book anyone.
 
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 Uptown - The Culture & Entertainment Districts


Bohem Reply in Deep Pink

If you want to get away from the traffic and crowds to kick back with the more beatnik populace of New Fizz City, head on over to Bohem. Years ago, artists seeking affordable housing, open studio space, and a lifestyle away from the mainstream metropolis seeped into this deteriorating industrial district and gave it new verve. They converted the abandoned warehouses into lofted art studios, independent galleries, and coffee shops buzzing with character. Visitors are invited to pull up a chair at the local coffee shop or stroll through its galleries, where you’ll meet all manner of artists, musicians and creative types.

The Foundry: Not all art in Bohem is just for show, this metalwork makerspace is living proof of that. The Foundry is a multi-floor warehouse where metal is melted and poured into specially shaped molds to produce valuable items and special Pokeballs. If you’re looking to whet your welding appetite, metalworkers are often in need of an apprentice for the day. The high temperatures at The Foundry are suited to stray fire-types who take refuge in its lofts, often coming down to lend their firepower to the welding process.
"Yeah, so this is where I got the stuff I used to make the...ear...thing." Aiden gestured at the ear cuff attached to his right ear with a tilt of his head. "Mostly the materials and workspace, but you probably saw some of that from inside, huh?"

"Sure. Some of it." The vocal pattern his Rotom put together came through loud and clear from the ear cuff. Of course, Hint sounded dubious. "But why are we heading here now? Are you planning to put something else together?"

"Ehhh, sorta?" Aiden shrugged and tapped the pocket containing Hint's Pokéball. "I kinda wanna see if someone knows how to make Pokéballs like yours, so I can stick Kaito and any additional members in them. Because team theme." The last was said wryly with the implication of jazz hands.

Hint snorted. "And if no one can?"

"Well, at least we'll know." Aiden hoped that wasn't the case, though. For all that he was treating it lightly, the idea of putting his entire team into futuristic-looking Pokéballs had gotten into his head and stuck. Hard. Even if he had to make the Pokéballs himself, which he should be able to do once he got a chance to see how Pokéballs were actually put together and assuming that the futuristic look was mostly detailing, he'd absolutely do it, just to be able to, one, say he did it, two, for the aesthetic, but mostly so he could match them all to Hint's.

He ducked into the door to The Foundry and glanced around for someone working on Pokéballs. Hopefully, they'd know a thing or two about Hint's Pokéball and be able to point him in the right direction.
 
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Alderboro Reply in Khaki

Amidst the urban jungle you’ll also find a little pocket of history, Alderboro faithfully evoking the spirits of days long gone. Alderboro is the last remnants of New Fizz City before it was new, drawing both locals and tourists alike to its nostalgic, almost enigmatic charm. The neighborhood’s narrow winding streets are lined with attractive green spaces as well as cafes and shops passed down through generations, offering a perfect place to while away the afternoon. You’ll find time seems to move much slower in Alderboro.

Little Kanto: A vibrant and densely populated neighborhood founded by immigrants of Kanto and its neighboring regions – foodies and tourists come from all over for a taste of authentic sushi, ramen or famous fried Farfetch’d. The busy sidewalks are packed with souvenir stores, bubble tea shops, and markets selling everything you’d expect to find in the faraway region it pays homage to. There is also an abundance of green spaces where locals can be watched practicing traditional martial arts, stick around and they might be willing to teach you a move or two.
It had been quite a while since Hugo had been to New Fizz City. Truthfully, he had been trying to lay low and stay out of the limelight since the incident at the Power Plant those many years ago. But New Fizz City was governed by a new regime and some sweeping changes had been made to the city. Certainly nobody would be looking for him now, right? And even if they were, he could easily blend in with the huge throngs of people.

Hugo had never visited the real Kanto, but he had always wanted to. Legend says that the relationship between Pokemon and humans originally developed in Kanto many, many years ago, and Kanto was often considered the “birthplace” of Pokemon. But it was leagues away. New Fizz City’s Little Kanto would certainly be just as exciting.

Hugo wandered through the street, shoulder to shoulder with many other visitors. The air was thick with the smell of Kantonian delicacies and fried food, the sky illuminated by bright neon lights beckoning tourists to visit specific restaurants and shops or to buy a certain product. Hugo took it all in. Hugo enjoyed the hustle and bustle around him. Sometimes he liked to be able to be alone in a crowd like this. It’s strange how that worked, isn’t it? Surrounded by tons of people, yet still feeling completely anonymous at the same time. People shopping and eating; the sounds and smells of life surrounding him. He was ready for whatever he may find here. Or what may find him.
 
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Cape Effervescence: The main tourist draw of the harbor district, Cape Effervescence’s undersea vents leave the waters bubbly, but not chaotic enough to hamper swimming. While its coral reefs died long ago due to ongoing sea traffic pollution, water-types and other seafaring Pokemon still take refuge. If you want a calm area to just fish and watch the ships go by, look no further. And don’t forget to record your catches! The cape’s famous fishing hut gives out prizes for the biggest or best catch of the day.

Gary let out a deep sigh as he walked down the street in the Municipal Plaza. It wasn’t very often that he left his research expeditions in the mountains or across the seas for a more urban setting, but his reason for being in the region’s capitol city was strictly business; he had just finished a meeting at the Fizzytopian Gym League headquarters where he reported on his findings at the Typhon’s Depths Gym over the past several months.

Now that his business was complete, Gary was walking down the street idly as he prepared to depart back for his home. While he was no stranger to the city life, the Azalea Town native had always lived in small rural villages, spanning over the decades from his hometown to his years getting a degree in Humilau City, and even his time since moving back to Fizzytopia had been spent on the isolated mountainside of Mt. Zephyria. He wasn’t exactly a hermit, but there was an element of comfort in being isolated within nature for him.

As his mind wandered, Gary began to look around at his surroundings. It was a bustling city all right, but he noticed signs and advertisements everywhere. Surely there was a lot more to take in than he gave the city credit, but he had just never put in the time to look around. “That’s it,” he thought as he began to let his curiosity take over, “I think it’s time I see what all there is to offer around here.” True to his self, Gary immediately began to think about the Fizzby Harbor. He had heard rumors that there are some good fishing spots in the area, but never had a chance to check them out before. Making up his mind, Gary hopped on the subway and set course on the route for Cape Effervescence.
 
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King Ghidorah: It felt like years. It had been years. Your last time in New Fizz had been a bittersweet one, a trip to the local Power Plant that had gone awry in more ways than one, and yet, had also provided you with one of your strongest companions.

Now, you're looking to start over, much like the very city itself has. Away from the noisier, more metropolitan side of New Fizz, you find yourself instead being pulled toward a much more picturesque sort of neighborhood - Little Kanto.

You tell yourself it probably isn't too different from the real deal - your surroundings looks authentic, or at the very least quite traditional. You haven't spotted any egregious mistakes either, like Slowpoke Tail sellers from Johto trying to pass them off as genuine Kantonian delicacies. The scents, in fact, are just as much part of the area's appeal as the sights. A far cry, and a welcome one, from the drab and austere Power Plant you found yourself trapped in last time.

"You sir, are a scam!"
"Oh, so now you insult my cooking and my honor?!"
"Indeed I do, sir! A thousand times if I must!"

The commotion seems to come from a nearby food stall on the side of the main street. A small crowd is starting to gather, as it always does at the slightest suggestion of drama.

"How dare you call this filth traditional fried Farfetch'd?! It is a crime against the palate!"
"Preposterous! What would I call it then, if not exactly what it is?!"
"Again you mock me sir? You think I would not be able to tell genuine Farfetch'd from common Ducklett?!"

The angry customer at the heart of this scuffle - undoubtedly Galarian, from accent to posture - is leaning over the counter, face red and contorted in rage behind his rather impressive gray moustache. From where you're standing you can't quite catch a glimpse of the cook's face, but you can't imagine he looks much happier...

"YOU! Kind sir!" The customer suddenly turns to you after briefly scanning his surroundings. "Would you be so kind as to help us settle this?"

The whole affair seems vastly exaggerated all things considered... Is this something you even want to be involved in?
 
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The Foundry

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Breaking through into the large, multi-storey warehouse felt like stepping into a furnace, the temperature creeping up a few notches as sweat trickled down your brow. The workers were climatized to the heat and then some, sparks flying as they busily put their welding talents to work, casting all sorts of nondescript parts before your eyes. The cacophony of grinding and hammering is enough to mute your entry, although two of the metalworkers must have paid mind, finishing stoking one of the kilns before ambling your way. Removing their faceguards the two looked almost identical in every way sans for age, faces dappled in freckles with fiery red hair tied back in ponytails; the younger of the two’s hair was curlier on closer inspection and not near as long.

“Welcome to The Foundry, kid,” The welder in his twenties declared, “I’m Fouco and this is my little brother Fuego. We don’t own this place but we’ve been workin’ here since near enough kids! We can help out with any of your metalworking needs!” You gingerly pass over your Rotom's cyberball, black with pulsating yellow lines evocative of a computer’s motherboard. The metalworker’s brow furrows in confusion as he handles the ball, while his teenage brother’s eyes light up with enthusiasm.

“Hmm… That’s a tall order kid, y’know it’s not the sort of ball you can just up and weld, it requires cybernetic enhancements to work properly,” you feel a sense of deflation as he hands it back to you, until the younger of the red-haired pair pipes up.

“What about that new CAD system, big bro? There are instructions on building these sort of balls on there. Imagine if it works, we’ll be the first independent ball makers to offer ‘em!”

“Emphasis on the new, little bro – it just came in last week, so I’m not so sure about testing it out on a customer.” A brief back and forth between the siblings ensues, the younger of the two practically begging at this point, desperate to put his welding skills to work on a ball outside of The Foundry’s typical fare.

“Okay fine.” Fouco relents, “But you’d be using it at your own risk, knowing that if you make a single mistake the ball could very well wipe the captured Pokemon out of existence - if you’re willing to take that risk my brother Fuego will show you the ropes.” Surely the older brother was joking, right? What will you do?


Cape Effervescence


Faiyaa: While the subway train clattered to its destination packed shoulder to shoulder with passengers, you ponder what the big smoke might have in store for a small town sort. It was business that had led you here, although with gym duties out of the way you didn’t see the harm in paying a visit to the city’s famed harbour district to catch a familiar bit of blue. Before long the tram comes to a whirring break, doors sliding open allowing a drove of tourists to spill out. You amble behind at a more leisurely pace, hit by a familiar waft of sea salty air as you climb up the subway stairs, albeit tainted by the fumes of passing ships. Their foghorns cut through the ambiance of creaking boats and cawing Wingull, music to your ears compared to the cacophony of downtown traffic.

Cape Effervescence was a sight to behold even on an overcast day; the harbour was a bite from the land, its coarse sandy coastline dotted with barnacled rock poking out against the briny surf. In the shallows small children could be seen splashing about with juvenile fish Pokemon, while further out hundreds of boats bobbed and creaked, tugging on their moorings to the piers. With a dull sky the sea had given up her blue, the stones showing no russet colours and the ships taking on the monochrome look of old movies. On a sunnier day the Cape’s stretch of sand would be entirely obscured by vacation goers in their multicoloured board shorts and bikinis, a hustle and bustle you are kindly spared of as you make a heading.

There did still seem to be commotion afoot as you inch closer, a crowd swelling at the far reaches of the cape surrounding what appeared to be a large blue blimp dappled in black. Straining ahead you see it’s not a blimp at all but a beached
It lets out a low groan as what looks like black tar seeps from its blowhole region down to its eye, thrashing wildly against a pair of trainers and their Pokemon's attempts to push it off the shore, knocking them and much of the crowd off their feet in a fell swoop! Their rescue efforts were going to get someone hurt, the growing mob only working to exacerbate the Wailord’s stress. What will you do?
 
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Fizzytopian Rail Reply in Dark Khaki

In its heyday the Fizzytopian Rail was one of the world's most popular train lines, today it for the most part lies decommissioned following an incident where a powerful Pokemon wrought havoc on its tracks. The now defunct railyard is home to many steel-types which can be found burrowing in its empty train carts or feeding off of scrap metal. A walk down the train tracks offers views of some of the city’s best graffiti art, just don’t stick around for nightfall when crime and other mysterious goings on are commonplace.
"New Fizz City?" Danny asked as he read over the text Ritchie had sent him a third time. There was a newly constructed city that seemed to have just popped out of nowhere, and Ritchie had wanted them to head over there together, but there was no time, so Danny went on his own. Ritchie was tangled up in his own adventure anyway. So, looking over the city map, Danny decided to head over the Rail Yard, because trains are fucking awesome machines, that he needed to study so he could build his intellect. There's no point of something existing and him not knowing about it, after all.

So he set out to the rail yard. Once he get there though, he was disappointed. The rail yard was already defunct. Some random powerful Pokemon ravaged the whole place, but it was gone now, at least, that's what the brochure said. The rail yard, due to the high amounts of mechanical technology and iron that had been left over, the yard had become a home for Steel types, likely the Aron species was dominant, as they were known to eat iron, and a run down railway is an iron buffet. The rails led down, leading to brightly graffitied walls, the art was, to be put simply, both revolting and stunning.

After reading to the bottom of the brochure, Danny found out that there were crime and gangs around at night.

"They could be dealing in Pokemon, illegally." Danny thought aloud. "Well, looks like I got something to do."
 
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King Ghidorah: It felt like years. It had been years. Your last time in New Fizz had been a bittersweet one, a trip to the local Power Plant that had gone awry in more ways than one, and yet, had also provided you with one of your strongest companions.

Now, you're looking to start over, much like the very city itself has. Away from the noisier, more metropolitan side of New Fizz, you find yourself instead being pulled toward a much more picturesque sort of neighborhood - Little Kanto.

You tell yourself it probably isn't too different from the real deal - your surroundings looks authentic, or at the very least quite traditional. You haven't spotted any egregious mistakes either, like Slowpoke Tail sellers from Johto trying to pass them off as genuine Kantonian delicacies. The scents, in fact, are just as much part of the area's appeal as the sights. A far cry, and a welcome one, from the drab and austere Power Plant you found yourself trapped in last time.

"You sir, are a scam!"
"Oh, so now you insult my cooking and my honor?!"
"Indeed I do, sir! A thousand times if I must!"

The commotion seems to come from a nearby food stall on the side of the main street. A small crowd is starting to gather, as it always does at the slightest suggestion of drama.

"How dare you call this filth traditional fried Farfetch'd?! It is a crime against the palate!"
"Preposterous! What would I call it then, if not exactly what it is?!"
"Again you mock me sir? You think I would not be able to tell genuine Farfetch'd from common Ducklett?!"

The angry customer at the heart of this scuffle - undoubtedly Galarian, from accent to posture - is leaning over the counter, face red and contorted in rage behind his rather impressive gray moustache. From where you're standing you can't quite catch a glimpse of the cook's face, but you can't imagine he looks much happier...

"YOU! Kind sir!" The customer suddenly turns to you after briefly scanning his surroundings. "Would you be so kind as to help us settle this?"

The whole affair seems vastly exaggerated all things considered... Is this something you even want to be involved in?
The crowd that had gathered turned simultaneously to face Hugo who was suddenly thrust into this awkward encounter whether he liked it or not. So much for laying low. These sort of things always seemed to happen to Hugo. Why was that? Why was it always so hard for him to fade into obscurity? He was always the one who got pulled into these situations. Almost as if someone, or a perhaps multiple people, were intentionally coming up with especially complicated scenarios for him.

Nah, that’s just crazy talk.

Nevertheless, the cook, the mustachioed gentleman, and the crowd were looking to Hugo for a reaction. He didn’t really want to make waves and get involved…but he was pretty hungry after all. The Farfetch’d…or Ducklett…or whatever it was did smell quite tasty; Hugo’s stomach growling in response, beckoning him to settle the matter. It was the right thing to do after all, right? These guys asked him for his help. Common courtesy would indicate that he really should lend them a hand. It was innocent stuff, where was the harm?

“Who? Me? Well, I don’t know. I don’t really want to get in the way here.” Hugo was pretty good at faking incredulousness. Seem unwilling and maybe this can go off without a hitch. “But I mean…if you really need my help, I suppose I could give it a try. Please know that I’m no culinary expert. But if you’re asking me to participate in some kind of taste test…perhaps provide me will a full meal at absolutely no cost to me…then I guess I could help.”

Was that too direct? Probably.
 
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You briefly wonder if some cosmic, handsome entity is constantly pulling the strings of fate to guide you into either precarious or simply frankly improbable situations, but the thought quickly disperses in the face of potential free lunch. It's worth a shot, at least.

Under the watchful eye of the small crowd, you bravely approach your destination, appetite in hand, ready to fell whatever cooked beast crosses your path. As you stand inches away from the food stall, the man with mustache whispers something close to your ear...

"In the name of honest cooking, expose this culinary fraud and I will pay you $1000 directly from my own pocket!"

You finally get a good glimpse of the man running the business. A balding middle-aged man whose features seem decidedly Kantonian, he doesn't look nearly as angry as you'd have expected, but instead a mixture of defiant and desperate.

You fully expect to get an earful, at the very least, from the wandering chef; after all, future business can't be looking good with the Galarian gentleman's serious accusations. But instead, he silently rolls up his sleeves at the sight of the new "customer" and dutifully accepts the challenge. He turns his back to you and gets to work; in a matter of minutes, the delicious scent of fried meat and vegetables fills the air once more.

In the blink of an eye, the man spins back around and deftly places a steaming plate in front of you, complete with chopsticks. The smell is incredible, and you can't fault the presentation either - perfectly-fried cutlets seasoned with herbs and sesame seeds, with a side of leek rings. You're more than ready to dive in, but once you grab the chopsticks, you notice a small piece of paper stuck between them. There's writing on it...

*Pretend it's Farfetch'd... please*

For a brief moment, the entire main street seems to fall dead silent as your chopsticks slowly descend upon a slice of fried meat...

What will you do?...
 
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You briefly wonder if some cosmic, handsome entity is constantly pulling the strings of fate to guide you into either precarious or simply frankly improbable situations, but the thought quickly disperses in the face of potential free lunch. It's worth a shot, at least.

Under the watchful eye of the small crowd, you bravely approach your destination, appetite in hand, ready to fell whatever cooked beast crosses your path. As you stand inches away from the food stall, the man with mustache whispers something close to your ear...

"In the name of honest cooking, expose this culinary fraud and I will pay you $1000 directly from my own pocket!"

You finally get a good glimpse of the man running the business. A balding middle-aged man whose features seem decidedly Kantonian, he doesn't look nearly as angry as you'd have expected, but instead a mixture of defiant and desperate.

You fully expect to get an earful, at the very least, from the wandering chef; after all, future business can't be looking good with the Galarian gentleman's serious accusations. But instead, he silently rolls up his sleeves at the sight of the new "customer" and dutifully accepts the challenge. He turns his back to you and gets to work; in a matter of minutes, the delicious scent of fried meat and vegetables fills the air once more.

In the blink of an eye, the man spins back around and deftly places a steaming plate in front of you, complete with chopsticks. The smell is incredible, and you can't fault the presentation either - perfectly-fried cutlets seasoned with herbs and sesame seeds, with a side of leek rings. You're more than ready to dive in, but once you grab the chopsticks, you notice a small piece of paper stuck between them. There's writing on it...

*Pretend it's Farfetch'd... please*

For a brief moment, the entire main street seems to fall dead silent as your chopsticks slowly descend upon a slice of fried meat...

What will you do?...
Hmm. So the cook was a fraud after all. The thought of the thousand dollars was certainly appealing. Even more appealing than the steaming plate of…whatever…was put in front of Hugo. Sure it looked and smelled amazing, but it was ultimately just some unknown meat at this point. He hoped it was Ducklett, but he wasn’t really sure. The thought made his stomach turn a little bit.

But he looked at the chef. The man seemed kindly enough, certainly less aggressive than the Galarian making the scene. The weight of the situation weighed on Hugo; he realized he held the man’s fate in his hands. Say it was Farfetch’d and the man could continue to make his living. Out him as a phony in front of all of these people and potentially ruin his business and perhaps even his entire livelihood.

Hugo thought back on the Power Plant. On the decisions he made. The lives he changed forever. That was a dark side of Hugo…a dark side he had made a lot of progress toward keeping under control. He didn’t want that person in control again.

Not right now, at least.

He scooped the chopsticks up – discretely hiding the secret message – and had at it. Fortunately, it tasted even better than it looked. Despite not knowing what exactly he was eating, he certainly was enjoying it.

“Oooh, yes. So tender. Much flavor,” Hugo spoke between bites, rice bits falling from his overfull mouth. “I would say perhaps this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted! My tastebuds are screaming with pleasure! THIS IS A CULINARY MASTERPIECE INCAPABLE OF BEING SURPASSED! OH MY GOD! I WANT TO FALL TO MY KNEES AND WEEP OPENLY AND REJOICE!”

You know, really hamming it up.

Hugo felt the eyes on him and regained his composure.

“Ahem,” he coughed. “This is most certainly Farfetch’d.”

He turn to the mustache man.

“And I will not hear any more of YOUR slander, sir! Verily!”

He shot a hopefully subtle wink to the chef.
 
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Breaking through into the large, multi-storey warehouse felt like stepping into a furnace, the temperature creeping up a few notches as sweat trickled down your brow. The workers were climatized to the heat and then some, sparks flying as they busily put their welding talents to work, casting all sorts of nondescript parts before your eyes. The cacophony of grinding and hammering is enough to mute your entry, although two of the metalworkers must have paid mind, finishing stoking one of the kilns before ambling your way. Removing their faceguards the two looked almost identical in every way sans for age, faces dappled in freckles with fiery red hair tied back in ponytails; the younger of the two’s hair was curlier on closer inspection and not near as long.

“Welcome to The Foundry, kid,” The welder in his twenties declared, “I’m Fouco and this is my little brother Fuego. We don’t own this place but we’ve been workin’ here since near enough kids! We can help out with any of your metalworking needs!” You gingerly pass over your Rotom's cyberball, black with pulsating yellow lines evocative of a computer’s motherboard. The metalworker’s brow furrows in confusion as he handles the ball, while his teenage brother’s eyes light up with enthusiasm.

“Hmm… That’s a tall order kid, y’know it’s not the sort of ball you can just up and weld, it requires cybernetic enhancements to work properly,” you feel a sense of deflation as he hands it back to you, until the younger of the red-haired pair pipes up.

“What about that new CAD system, big bro? There are instructions on building these sort of balls on there. Imagine if it works, we’ll be the first independent ball makers to offer ‘em!”

“Emphasis on the new, little bro – it just came in last week, so I’m not so sure about testing it out on a customer.” A brief back and forth between the siblings ensues, the younger of the two practically begging at this point, desperate to put his welding skills to work on a ball outside of The Foundry’s typical fare.

“Okay fine.” Fouco relents, “But you’d be using it at your own risk, knowing that if you make a single mistake the ball could very well wipe the captured Pokemon out of existence - if you’re willing to take that risk my brother Fuego will show you the ropes.” Surely the older brother was joking, right? What will you do?
It was hot in the Foundry. And noisy. Which was really to be expected from a space like this, what with people actually putting things together and hammering metal and all. Aiden resisted the urge to pant as he spotted a pair of metalworkers heading in his direction. They took off their faceguards on the way over, revealing matching freckled faces and red hair tied back and out of the way. Probably relatives, if he had to guess.

"Welcome to The Foundry, kid," the older one said. "I'm Fouco and this is my little brother, Fuego. We don't own this place, but we've been workin' here since near enough kids! We can help out with any of your metalworking needs!"

Aiden quirked a grin at him as he dug out Hint's yellow Cyberball. "Nice to meet you guys. I was, uh, hoping you--or someone--could help me make a set of these? Like, maybe five of them? For a whole team, y'know." His grin widened and went sheepish as he passed the Cyberball to Fuoco, while Fuego's eyes lit up.

Fuoco took Hint's Cyberball with a furrowed brow and examined the glowing lines. "Hmm. That's a tall order, kid. Y'know, it's not the sort of ball you can just up and weld; it requires cybernetic enhancements to work properly."

"Ah." Aiden took the Cyberball back and tucked it away, shoulders slumping a bit. Well, that sounded like the idea was a bust, but he probably shouldn't be surprised; not like he'd ever heard about Cyberballs in any other region, after all. He barely heard the beginnings of Hint's consolations over the noise in The Foundry when Fuego broke in.

"What about that new CAD system, big bro? There are instructions on building these sort of balls on there. Imagine if it works; we'll be the first independent ball makers to offer 'em!"

Aiden glanced over at Fuoco and heard Hint fall silent in his ear.

"Emphasis on the new, little bro--it just came in last week, so I'm not so sure about testing it out on a customer."

Very new system, then. Fuego slowly wore his older brother down, a sequence of events that Aiden was...actually really familiar with, though usually from within the situation instead of watching it from the outside like he was now.

"Okay fine," Fuoco finally relented. "But you'd be using it at your own risk, knowing that if you make a single mistake, the ball could very well wipe the captured Pokémon out of existence." What? Aiden choked in surprise and almost missed the rest of Fuoco's words. "If you're willing to take that risk, my brother Fuego will show you the ropes."

Aiden cleared his throat. "Uh, does, does it have to be done on an occupied Pokéball? The process? Because, to be honest, I was planning to do it on some new 'balls and then just transfering the Pokémon in afterwards," he explained. "Mostly because I...don't actually have that many Pokémon yet." He ducked his head sheepishly and peered up at the brothers. "I, uh, brought a few empty Pokéballs? Three regular ones and a pair of Premiers, since I didn't know if there'd be a difference." And also so he knew what kind he'd have to get his hands on afterwards. Regular Pokéballs, he could continue to sneak from Melissa, but Premiers? He was already a bit worried that she'd notice she was abruptly out of them.
 
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You decide to side with the chef, even with written proof he’s a sham. A curious decision, passing up on free money and the chance to expose a fraud – but you can’t say you regret it.

The food is admittedly delicious, if unidentified, and how often do you – who by your own admission just want to blend with the shadows – get to put on such an outrageously bad performance in front of a live crowd? Still, your last line at the very end seems to settle things: you catch a brief glimpse of the Kantonian’s expression of relief and a full frontal display of the Galarian man’s sheer disbelief and anger.

“THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS! I shall… I shall write the absolute sternest of letters to the National Board of Culinary Arts about this,” the gentleman promises. “By Zacian, you have not heard the last of me!”

With that, he briskly turns around and storms off; soon, the crowd disperses, the matter summarily settled by your… unexpectedly convincing performance.

“Must’ve served you fried ham instead of Ducklett by mistake,” grumbles the chef in a raspy voice once everyone’s left. “But thanks. You can keep the rest.”

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“Get your ass over here,” he suddenly tells you, motioning for you to join him inside the stall. A dubious request, which could definitely have been worded better; the man picks up on your hesitation and clarifies. “Look, you helped me out of a tough spot, so I wanna cut you a deal. We both stand to gain, I swear.”

As he keeps talking, you pick up the faint scent of alcohol in the air. The man doesn’t appear to be ostensibly drunk, but he’s definitely been drinking recently… Do you take him up on his offer, or move on to find adventure elsewhere in Little Kanto?
 
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You decide to side with the chef, even with written proof he’s a sham. A curious decision, passing up on free money and the chance to expose a fraud – but you can’t say you regret it.

The food is admittedly delicious, if unidentified, and how often do you – who by your own admission just want to blend with the shadows – get to put on such an outrageously bad performance in front of a live crowd? Still, your last line at the very end seems to settle things: you catch a brief glimpse of the Kantonian’s expression of relief and a full frontal display of the Galarian man’s sheer disbelief and anger.

“THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS! I shall… I shall write the absolute sternest of letters to the National Board of Culinary Arts about this,” the gentleman promises. “By Zacian, you have not heard the last of me!”

With that, he briskly turns around and storms off; soon, the crowd disperses, the matter summarily settled by your… unexpectedly convincing performance.

“Must’ve served you fried ham instead of Ducklett by mistake,” grumbles the chef in a raspy voice once everyone’s left. “But thanks. You can keep the rest.”

*You obtained
1x Leftovers!
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“Get your ass over here,” he suddenly tells you, motioning for you to join him inside the stall. A dubious request, which could definitely have been worded better; the man picks up on your hesitation and clarifies. “Look, you helped me out of a tough spot, so I wanna cut you a deal. We both stand to gain, I swear.”

As he keeps talking, you pick up the faint scent of alcohol in the air. The man doesn’t appear to be ostensibly drunk, but he’s definitely been drinking recently… Do you take him up on his offer, or move on to find adventure elsewhere in Little Kanto?
Hugo realized why he couldn’t blend in with his surroundings. Because he did this to himself. He always seemed to take it to one extreme or the other, rarely the middle ground. Probably some kind of underlying prognosis there. Ah, well.

Hugo watched as the man stormed away, having promised we hadn’t heard the last of him.

“Phew, good thing we’ve heard the last of him,” he said, turning to the cook.

Despite doing the Kantonian a solid, Hugo was a little surprised at the gruffness with which he was received. Certainly there’s something to be said about being selfless and not doing good deeds for the sake of the reward or adoration, but even so, Hugo still felt a bit slighted. He packed the Leftovers away, sure to use them another time, and joined the chef – and his somewhat abrasive attitude – within the stall.

Hugo eyed the various ingredients – many of them unidentifiable – and cooking apparatuses that the cook had accumulated. Quite impressive for a street vendor. Something told Hugo there was something out of the ordinary about this gentleman. That there was more than may meet the eye. This, of course, was confirmed when he approached Hugo with an unspecified proposition.

“As a general rule,” Hugo began to explain, “I don’t typically accept shady offers from random street people, especially when they don’t really even hint at what they’re getting at.”

Today, however, Hugo was feeling especially bold.

“But what the hell? Why not? Tell me what you have to offer me, my friend.”

He picked up the scent of alcohol.

“And how about pouring one for me?”
 
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The look on your face as you consider the risks of a botched ball elicits a chuckle from the older sibling, and another when you try to scoop together what few Pokeballs you had spare as exchange. “Looks like there’s a lot the kid could learn from you, Fuego.” Fuoco says with a grin, “Why don’t you show him around?”

The younger sibling nods curtly, finding you a faceguard and protective overalls before ushering you on a tour of the makerspace. You first approach a roaring furnace, its intense warmth threatening to blister skin even beneath the protective layers: “This here is the forge, a type of hearth we use for heating metals which are moulded into special Pokeballs. We require the firepower of a Pokemon for this process, and oftimes if we’re creating a ball with special properties - like say a Ghost Ball - we’ll have a Pokemon imbue the type energy into the melted ore.” Rotom’s eyes lit up, as though itching to possess the appliance.

You amble down the production line to a press, one of the workers using it to hammer sheet metal with impressive force, “Once the metal has cooled down enough we’ll place it in a special mould. The Foundry uses a hydrolic press for shaping the metal, although hammers or even tough Pokemon are sometimes needed to finish the job.” He moves you down to machine that was engraving, cutting and marking sheet metal with careful precision, “Once we’re happy with the shape and density we use a laser cutter to trim away the unwanted edges. Again, it’s not uncommon for gifted Pokemon to lend a hand with this process.”

The tour finally takes you to a welding block, sparks showering your guard as one of the labourers joined a pair of metals, beside him a fire-type using a concentrated burst of flame to emulate the same process. Fuego snags a Pokeball from the end bench; grey, hollow and unfunctional. “But that just leaves you with an empty shell, right?” He remarks, catching it in the air, “This is where we transfer the ball to our printer, where we surface mount all of the various microprocessors, components and connectors onto a printed circuit board. The ball you are after is unique as it features processors on the exterior as well as interior – it’s a delicate process, but our new CAD system should have no problem handling it.”

“Then it’s just a quick paint job and voila, you have yourself a fully functioning Pokeball!” He had switched the empty shell with a finished product which he tosses a few times with a wide grin. Your head was spinning from the impromptu tour, wondering perhaps if you should have searched the shops at Commercial Boulevard or even the Trader’s Bazaar for something readymade. Fuego takes you to a cluttered desk space to talk business, stretching his head as he draws up a materials list: “The base Pokeball shell will be molded with aluminium, then nickel is used in the circuit board components of the Cyberball. I can’t guarantee the CAD system will be capable of producing five of ‘em though, you’ll have to wait and see when you boot it up.”

“We can offer the raw materials and equipment hire at $200 per ball, or if you have Pokemon capable of helping with the heating, pressing, cutting and welding processes I’ll knock off an extra $50 per process, per ball. You hear that – if you are capable of helping with all of those stages I’ll give you the balls free of charge!’ It was an enticing offer for sure, provided you were confident your Pokemon had the diverse range of abilities necessary to get the job done.


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DannyDrawsaLot: Revelling in ideas of illegal activity busts, you amble down the disused track leaving the city a shrinking silhouette in your wake. The railroad had been out of operation for longer than you cared to know, its slats splintered and rails rusted. While semi obscured by fallen leaves and unwieldy thickets it still leaves a clear enough route to lead you to the abandoned train station itself. Leading up to the structure were several disused trains, hollowed out bodies that had completely rusted over, their orange tinge only disguised through layers of graffiti the both beautiful and ugly. One of the carts begins to stir, the echoes something clattering reverberating through its hollow shell; it was known that much of the site had been guttered by hungry steel-types.

The railway station was a vast cavity, choked in vines and overrun by wild. You make your way through corridors of cracked flagstones out of which weeds protrude and moss lingers. Smashed windows provide scarce light and ventilation, a must hanging in the air making it uncomfortable to linger in one place for too long. You break through to the central terminal which was something akin to a locomotive graveyard, trains and other equipment left to rust and fade out of memory. Tattered posters showed a glimpse of what used to be of the place and graffiti encapsulates and engulfs the walls, the city’s street gangs attempting to claim their territory through spray paint by the looks of it. You imagine the railway station held a certain grandeur in its prime, however a truly different sight beholds you now with not a soul in sight – or at least you thought, a commotion on the adjoining platform sending you on high alert.

You follow the racket to a defunct terminal where the carcass of a colossal Aggron was lay bare. Its steel carapace was showing signs of rust, its rib cage cracked open with a small creature rummaging inside. You cautiously inch closer, a pair of rubbery pants coming into focus while its wearer scavenged below. With much of the railyard’s valuable metals guttered and sold off, it appeared the residing Steel-types themselves were next on the chopping block, although why a stray Pokemon would be the one looting was anyone’s guess. It only takes another footstep to spook the
jumping to its feet and dropping the scrap it had foraged. Realising you were unarmed it quick enough puts on a nasty snare, stuffing what loot it can in its trousers before lunging into attack! You’re given no time to react as it Headbutts you in the gut, knocking you off your feet and winding you in the process. He was claiming ownership of this territory leaving you to either fight or flee.
 
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The look on your face as you consider the risks of a botched ball elicits a chuckle from the older sibling, and another when you try to scoop together what few Pokeballs you had spare as exchange. “Looks like there’s a lot the kid could learn from you, Fuego.” Fuoco says with a grin, “Why don’t you show him around?”

The younger sibling nods curtly, finding you a faceguard and protective overalls before ushering you on a tour of the makerspace. You first approach a roaring furnace, its intense warmth threatening to blister skin even beneath the protective layers: “This here is the forge, a type of hearth we use for heating metals which are moulded into special Pokeballs. We require the firepower of a Pokemon for this process, and oftimes if we’re creating a ball with special properties - like say a Ghost Ball - we’ll have a Pokemon imbue the type energy into the melted ore.” Rotom’s eyes lit up, as though itching to possess the appliance.

You amble down the production line to a press, one of the workers using it to hammer sheet metal with impressive force, “Once the metal has cooled down enough we’ll place it in a special mould. The Foundry uses a hydrolic press for shaping the metal, although hammers or even tough Pokemon are sometimes needed to finish the job.” He moves you down to machine that was engraving, cutting and marking sheet metal with careful precision, “Once we’re happy with the shape and density we use a laser cutter to trim away the unwanted edges. Again, it’s not uncommon for gifted Pokemon to lend a hand with this process.”

The tour finally takes you to a welding block, sparks showering your guard as one of the labourers joined a pair of metals, beside him a fire-type using a concentrated burst of flame to emulate the same process. Fuego snags a Pokeball from the end bench; grey, hollow and unfunctional. “But that just leaves you with an empty shell, right?” He remarks, catching it in the air, “This is where we transfer the ball to our printer, where we surface mount all of the various microprocessors, components and connectors onto a printed circuit board. The ball you are after is unique as it features processors on the exterior as well as interior – it’s a delicate process, but our new CAD system should have no problem handling it.”

“Then it’s just a quick paint job and voila, you have yourself a fully functioning Pokeball!” He had switched the empty shell with a finished product which he tosses a few times with a wide grin. Your head was spinning from the impromptu tour, wondering perhaps if you should have searched the shops at Commercial Boulevard or even the Trader’s Bazaar for something readymade. Fuego takes you to a cluttered desk space to talk business, stretching his head as he draws up a materials list: “The base Pokeball shell will be molded with aluminium, then nickel is used in the circuit board components of the Cyberball. I can’t guarantee the CAD system will be capable of producing five of ‘em though, you’ll have to wait and see when you boot it up.”

“We can offer the raw materials and equipment hire at $200 per ball, or if you have Pokemon capable of helping with the heating, pressing, cutting and welding processes I’ll knock off an extra $50 per process, per ball. You hear that – if you are capable of helping with all of those stages I’ll give you the balls free of charge!’ It was an enticing offer for sure, provided you were confident your Pokemon had the diverse range of abilities necessary to get the job done.
Fuoco apparently thought Aiden's reactions to losing a Pokémon to some kind of glitch was funny as the guy laughed at Aiden as he scrambled to offer up an alternative. At least he let Fuego show Aiden around.

But, first, there was protective equipment because getting burned or catching on fire was bad for business. Aiden dutifully suited up and followed Fuego to a furnace.

"This here is the forge, a type of hearth we use for heating metals which are molded into special Pokéballs," Fuego explained. "We require the firepower of a Pokémon for this process, and oftimes if we're creating a ball with special properties--like say a Ghost Ball--we'll have a Pokémon imbue the type energy into the melted ore."

Hint hummed consideringly in Aiden's ear. Aiden dropped his voice, so that Fuego hopefully wouldn't hear him 'talk to himself' and asked, "What?"

"Nothing." Aiden rolled his eyes and tried to radiate unimpressed. It didn't take long for Hint to cave. "It looked like it'd be interesting to see how it worked from inside. That's all."

"Please don't." A possessed forge? Granted, the only things he knew Hint had possessed were a computer and the special ear cuff-slash-hands-free device Aiden'd made for it. It'd probably also possessed whatever the NFCPD wanted it to when it still belonged to them...but that wasn't exactly something it probably wanted to do for itself. "...or, at least wait until we have the other Cyberballs before you go wreaking havoc on their machinery."

Hint sniffed. "I'm not going to wreak havoc; I know you want to be able to come back here. I just thought it'd be interesting to see the insides and then get out."

Aiden let the topic lie and turned his attention back to Fuego and the...giant flattening machine in front of them now. "Once the metal has cooled enough, we'll place it in a special mold. The Foundry uses a hydraulic press for shaping the metal, although hammers or even tough Pokémon are sometimes needed to finish the job."

He then moved on to a machine that was engraving, cutting, and marking sheet metal with exact precision. Probably computer-guided, if Aiden didn't miss his guess. "Once we're happy with the shape and density, we use a laser cutter to trim away the unwanted edges. Again, it's not uncommon for gifted Pokémon to lend a hand with this process."

Fuego led them over to a welding block, sparks showering Aiden's protective equipment as someone welded a pair of metal pieces together with a Fire-type working parallel to them. Their tour guide picked up a Pokéball from the bench and showed it to Aiden. Grey, hollow, not functional. Aiden grimaced. "But that just leaves you with an empty shell, right?" Aiden nodded as Fuego tossed the Pokéball into the air. "This is where we transfer the 'ball to our printer, where we surface mount all of the various microprocessors, components, and connectors onto a printed circuit board. The ball you are after is unique as it features processors on the exterior as well as interior--it's a delicate process, but our new CAD system should have no problem handling it.

"Then, it's just a quick paint job and voila, you have yourself a fully-functioning Pokéball!" Fuego swapped the unfinished Pokéball for a finished one that he tossed into the air a few times with a wide grin. Aiden grinned back, though he was frantically parsing through the info dump for the most relevant information.

Okay, okay. So, first, heat the metals and maybe infuse energy for Type balls. Then, press into a mold with the hydraulic press. Trim away the excess, then set the circuits on the inside, and the outside for Cyberballs, paint and done.

Put like that, it didn't sound like so much, but Fuego still had more to say. He led the way to a cluttered desk space and started jotting down a list, as he spoke. "The base Pokéball shell will be molded with aluminium. Then, nickel is used in the circuit board components of the Cyberball. I can't guarantee the CAD system will be capable of producing five of 'em, though; you'll have to wait and see when you boot it up.

"We can offer the raw materials and equipment hire at $200 per ball, or if you have Pokémon capable of helping with the heating, pressing, cutting, and welding processes, I'll knock off an extra $50 per process, per ball. You hear that--if you are capable of helping with all of those stages, I'll give you the balls free of charge!"

Aiden could feel himself deflating as Fuego went over the business details. Materials, he'd be willing to track down and dig up--he'd done it before--but labor costs? Readily-available raw materials? He didn't have an official Trainer account, let alone Trainer cash. And the Pokémon he did have weren't exactly suited to metalworking. He could hack Melissa's account again, risk catching her attention to steal the money, but...to be honest? He'd rather put in the work himself now.

...except the Pokéball thing. It wasn't like she was using them at any rate she'd really notice, anyway.

He flashed Fuego a quick, polite grin. "Yeah. That sounds awesome. I just..." Aiden tried to run a hand through his hair, but bumped into the faceguard. He made a frustrated noise, let his hand drop, and shrugged. "I don't think I can afford it right now." He sighed. "Thanks for the tour." He turned to go.

"Wait." Aiden stopped, blinking in surprise. Hint sounded...angry? "Are you...what are you doing."

Aiden glanced back at Fuego and shot him an apologetic smile, gesturing that he was taking a call before turning his back and lowering his voice. "What do you mean, what am I doing? We don't have any money. None of the Pokémon I have are suited for this kind of work--"

"What about me?" Hint demanded.

"What about you?" Aiden returned, exasperated. "You're an Electric-Ghost and you don't exactly have the kinds of moves that would work for this."

"I'm an Electric-Ghost that possesses machines," Hint snapped. "I'm pretty sure I'm 'decently suited' for at least one part of this kind of work."

Aiden paused, mouth open to argue back, as he processed that fact. Hint was a Rotom; Rotom could possess machines. Wasn't he just thinking about how Hint would probably like to possess more machines?

"And, before you turn back to Fuego, I'd like to remind you that we picked up a tiny Bug recently who I know knows Fury Cutter because I asked him," Hint emphasized. There was a pause before it reluctantly continued, "Not to mention, Melissa's meddling Gothita...suggested that Kaito and Dust pick up Incinerate and Iron Tail, respectively, the last time she contacted me."

Aiden slowly turned back to Fuego, probably looking a bit dumbfounded. Apparently, he might have been better equipped for this than he thought, though he wasn't sure how he felt about how that Gothita kept manipulating things behind her trainer's back. Even if it was to his benefit, it was...more than a bit unsettling, if he was being honest.

He pulled himself together and coughed sheepishly, rocking back onto his heels. "So. I maaaay actually have the Pokémon to do this thing. I just...didn't realize I did?" He hoped Fuego didn't read too much into that, though anything he read into it was...probably true.
 
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DannyDrawsaLot: Revelling in ideas of illegal activity busts, you amble down the disused track leaving the city a shrinking silhouette in your wake. The railroad had been out of operation for longer than you cared to know, its slats splintered and rails rusted. While semi obscured by fallen leaves and unwieldy thickets it still leaves a clear enough route to lead you to the abandoned train station itself. Leading up to the structure were several disused trains, hollowed out bodies that had completely rusted over, their orange tinge only disguised through layers of graffiti the both beautiful and ugly. One of the carts begins to stir, the echoes something clattering reverberating through its hollow shell; it was known that much of the site had been guttered by hungry steel-types.

The railway station was a vast cavity, choked in vines and overrun by wild. You make your way through corridors of cracked flagstones out of which weeds protrude and moss lingers. Smashed windows provide scarce light and ventilation, a must hanging in the air making it uncomfortable to linger in one place for too long. You break through to the central terminal which was something akin to a locomotive graveyard, trains and other equipment left to rust and fade out of memory. Tattered posters showed a glimpse of what used to be of the place and graffiti encapsulates and engulfs the walls, the city’s street gangs attempting to claim their territory through spray paint by the looks of it. You imagine the railway station held a certain grandeur in its prime, however a truly different sight beholds you now with not a soul in sight – or at least you thought, a commotion on the adjoining platform sending you on high alert.

You follow the racket to a defunct terminal where the carcass of a colossal Aggron was lay bare. Its steel carapace was showing signs of rust, its rib cage cracked open with a small creature rummaging inside. You cautiously inch closer, a pair of rubbery pants coming into focus while its wearer scavenged below. With much of the railyard’s valuable metals guttered and sold off, it appeared the residing Steel-types themselves were next on the chopping block, although why a stray Pokemon would be the one looting was anyone’s guess. It only takes another footstep to spook the
jumping to its feet and dropping the scrap it had foraged. Realising you were unarmed it quick enough puts on a nasty snare, stuffing what loot it can in its trousers before lunging into attack! You’re given no time to react as it Headbutts you in the gut, knocking you off your feet and winding you in the process. He was claiming ownership of this territory leaving you to either fight or flee.
Flicking away the brochure from his hands and proceeding down the defunct rails, Danny and the Drizzile on his shoulder both gazed at the walls, admiring the beautifully constructed artworks splattered across the wall. While the art itself was great, what it was depicting was gruesomely disgusting. The railway itself got worse as he went down, vines and thorns spiraling and sprouting all around, cracked flagstones covered in moss and spiky weeds, the broken, derelict windows providing dappled light, making the railway have a weird, eerie glow. There was a musk that perpetuated through out the station, the plants giving off a moldy, disgusting smell. Everything about this place was disgusting, that was for sure.

"This place definitely was filled back in the day." Danny thought aloud, and Drizzile nodded silently, agreeing. Danny kicked a plastic bottle that lay on the graveled floor, kicking up stones along with it, making a noise in the silent yard. "But there's no one here n- What was that??" Danny's eyes darted from side to side. He heard a noise. Lizzy jumped off his shoulder and pointed towards a terminal, which had a colossal Aggron carcass. The noise was coming from there, that's for sure.

"You think, Liz?" Danny asked his Drizzile, which nodded in return. "Well, okay." Danny jogged over to the terminal, and got a better look of the corpse. It was a gruesome sight, to say the least. The iron plating was rusted, old and dusty, its stomach completely open, the rib cage open to the air. Danny inched closer carefully, spotting a Scraggy rummaging through the Aggron's corpse! Was it looking for scrap metal? Why would a wild Pokemon need iron? Danny reached forward, his foot stepping forward reflexively, crunching the gravel underneath, and alerting the small yellow scavenger. Turning around quickly, pulling up its shed skin pants, it Headbutted Danny in the stomach!

"Ouch!" Danny yelped in pain, clutching his stomach with his right hand. Lizzy dashed to his side, readying a Water Pulse, forming a ball of water in its green palm. She was ready to defend her trainer.

"Oh damn, guess we have to fight."
 
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With understandable reservations, you nevertheless decide to join the chef inside the stall. It is remarkably well-equipped, even if he seems to be selling Ducklett for Farfetch'd. In fact, there is definitely a great amount of care on display here, from the razor-sharp, high-quality kitchen knives to the impeccable organization of every pot and pan. The dissonance is definitely curious - if this man is so serious about cooking, why is he fooling his customers?

The man - whose demeanour has changed drastically from forcibly polite to rough and bitter as soon as the crowd dispersed - looks at you with a very annoyed expression as soon as you ask him for a drink. His eyes rapidly shift to a large bottle of cheap, store-bought whisky before turning back to you.

"I don't need the help of someone who loves alcohol as much as I do. Either keep off the bottle and be useful or take a hike," he dryly replies as he slumps back into a small wooden stool, shoulders dropped in defeat.

"Sorry. Sorry about that. It's just..." He half-heartedly points to a worn-looking white bandanna pinned to the wall just above the miniature refrigerator in the corner. "I used to be phenomenal. My name is Edogawa; I was a big deal back in Kanto, y'know?"

He reaches for the whisky bottle on the ground without getting up and shakes it in front of his eyes.

"Fell into ruin because of this. Even nowadays, any money I make off this miserable stall doesn't last me a day. So that's why I need you - and sober."

Finally, he gets back to his feet, reaches for the old bandanna and straps it around his head.

"I intend to get back into the culinary spotlight with my legendary dish! The greatest fried Farfetch'd recipe in the world - the Edogawa CLIMAX!*" he declares with sudden determination, punching the air in dramatic fashion. "Thing is, I... I need you to buy the ingredients. They ain't cheap, and I don't trust myself to spend the money where it needs to be spent, if you know what I mean."

With that, he grabs a dirty envelope tucked away on the small shelf beneath the counter and hands it to you.

"There's $3000 in there. I know where I'd be spending it tonight; that's why I need you to spend it *properly* instead. Go to the market at the end of the main street; I need you to buy me a handful of very spicy berries, a couple of sweet ones and, most importantly, a live, healthy Farfetch'd, best one you can grab from the lot on sale. That money oughta be enough."

As if sensing a need for reassurance, he finally adds...

"You stand to make a nice profit if we pull this off. You gotta trust me on this... 'cause you're really my only hope at this point. So... you in?"

You stare at the envelope in your hand, weighing your options. Helping out this weird fellow is definitely a choice, or you could try and milk a more solid deal out of him before hopping aboard. And then there's the other option: you've just been handed a clean $3000 in hard cash, after all...
 
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Short on cash and skilled labour, you rack your brain for ideas to subsidise the cost of the goods down to zero. Lucky enough you had a voice in your ear to lend a hint, the Rotom not only determining itself compatible with the industrial grade furnace but offering up suggestions for each subsequent stage in the production line. With a plan of attack you gingerly approach the counter, Fuego impressed by your genius all the while oblivious to the little voice in your head: “Fantastico! If you want to get your Pokemon instructed and ready at each stage in the production line, that should speed up the process some,” he adds with a grin, weighing and handing you the aluminium alloy for the heating step. “I should mention, me and my brother have a huge order of Sports Balls to fulfill for the city Parks and Recreation department, so we’ll have our hands full most of the morning. If you get stuck just yell out!” The idea of being left to your own devices with such specialist equipment is enough to send your stomach contracting into a tight ball, although he wouldn’t have put you in charge of anything you couldn’t handle. Right?

Throwing caution to the wind you amble to the furnace, its heat coaxing fresh sweat out from your glands onto your shirt. With Hint taking the reigns you hope he’ll require little instruction, the spectre jolting from your earpiece to the kiln ahead. The fiery machine swallows his essence whole, sparks flying up and down its surface as the Rotom hacks into its circuits with little resistance. The appliance quickly flickers an orange hue as Rotom’s possession takes shape, a red field of plasma giving form to a pair of arms. Completing the transformation, a rod-like protrusion rises from his apex as a pair of red eyes blink open, the giant Rotom-Heat grinning feverishly. Firing up the kiln in preparation for your raw materials he tests his new Overheat function, an inferno swilling around his belly eliciting a belch of smoke. You realise this isn’t the desired reaction as Hint falls into a wheeze, fumes seeping from the cracks in his door like a burning oven... With the coughing fit too much to handle Rotom’s door swings open with incredible force, a whole corner of The Foundry going up in a puff of smoke! The haze settles quick enough, as does Hint’s coughing indicating whatever was lodged up inside him had made an escape. You get an idea of exactly what as a pair of
zoom into view, skidding around the factory floor like a pair of roller skates knocking over materials and equipment left, right and centre. The sudden burst of flame had activated their Steam Engine ability based on the velocity they were traveling, giving you and Hint the tough job of pinning them down and snuffing them out!


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The abandoned railyard was not so abandoned after all, the Scraggy in your midst warning you to back off its turf by means of brutal force. The headbutt sends you reeling, Lizzy instinctively dashing to your aide as the coughing and spluttering leaves you tongue tied. Her species’ usual nonchalant expression was replaced with a look of true grit as she prepared a retaliation, Water molecules beginning to swell within her green paw. A second later she propels the Pulse of energy forward, travelling down the disused terminal at breakneck speed and striking Scraggy head on. The lizard is sent bowling, crashing into the Aggron carcass in a loud clatter, its collected scrap spilling across the platform as its pants slip down to its knees. The warning shot isn’t enough to deter the Scraggy who pulls up his pants and fires off a menacing Snarl, the look alone enough to inflict damage on the water-type and leave her special attack debuffed to boot. With no time for retaliation, the scrappy foe rushes its target before coming into a skid, delivering a Low Kick which is successful in sweeping the Drizzile clean off her feet! On all fours and in close quarters, the two fighters begin to wrestle for the upper hand, morphing into a ball of blue and yellow with punches and kicks flying every which way. You determine the Scraggy is surprisingly strong for its size and would have the upper hand in bareknuckle combat if left unchecked. Feeling the air return to your windpipes it was time to volley up some orders, the reptilian riot just about getting started.
 
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Fizzby Harbor Reply in Light Sea Green

The largest natural harbor on the Fizzytopian Coast and its busiest waterway, Fizzby Harbor welcomes thousands of ships carrying millions of metric tons of cargo from around the world each year. The harbor is also serviced by several cruise lines, commuter ferries, and tourist excursion boats; if you ask around you might just find a captain offering a sightseeing tour or a job on their boat. Further down the wharf, Fizzby Harbor is archetypical of a seaside funfair, with several attractions and a ferris wheel, though the promenade at night is a sight for sore eyes to drown their sorrows on.

Cape Effervescence: The main tourist draw of the harbor district, Cape Effervescence’s undersea vents leave the waters bubbly, but not chaotic enough to hamper swimming. While its coral reefs died long ago due to ongoing sea traffic pollution, water-types and other seafaring Pokemon still take refuge. If you want a calm area to just fish and watch the ships go by, look no further. And don’t forget to record your catches! The cape’s famous fishing hut gives out prizes for the biggest or best catch of the day.
Sil breathed deeply, tasting the salty air on her tongue. Beside her sat her partner Pokémon Hailstone, an Alolan Sandshrew, who was also enjoying the briny breeze. It was rather pleasant out, what with the refreshing wind and marine layer shielding them from the glaring rays of the sun and keeping them cool. A perfect day to explore the wharf, or perhaps go on a Wailord-watching boat ride.

However, the two were not interested in any of that. They had come to New Fizz City’s harbor for a very specific purpose: to catch a Water type Pokémon to cover Hailstone’s glaring weakness to Fire, as well as add a new friend to the team. Now, where to find such aquatic Pokémon?

Sil sat down next to Hailstone before pulling out a map of the city from her bag, gingerly holding it as it had already become damp and fragile from all the salty sea-side air. After studying the map carefully for a bit, the two learned that there were three main locations in Fizzby Harbor: Cape Effervescence, Victory Island, and an entrance to the Fizz City sewers. It seemed that Victory Island would be too frot with battle-hungry Pokémon for such rookies as themselves--Hailstone couldn’t even summon a weak Ice attack yet (though he was getting close)--that it would be a poor idea to travel as of now. And neither were willing to brave the disgusting and dark depths of the sewers, so it seemed their only option was Cape Effervescence. Hopefully the Pokémon in this touristy area wouldn’t be too tough.

Sil slid the map back into her bag, frowning a little as the wet paper tore a bit along one edge, before standing up. Hailstone stood up as well, stretching out his back and legs. Fortunately, the two were rather close by.
 
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