Alexandria Beneath the Red Star

[Jackie Cat]

"You lot certainly are well-travelled," remarked Kotetsu, sounding almost impressed.

Beside him, Ibuki was setting down his sizeable backpack, laying out a large cloth mat, and pulling liquor canteens and cured meats out of his supplies.

Leona sniffed the air again. "New scent. Don't recognise this one."

Brisa padded over in the direction Leona pointed her nose. Soon enough, she spotted the newcomer, and nodded a greeting.

The new arrival was a grizzled old sea-Floatzel, grey around the muzzle and started to develop cataracts in his eyes. He was hunched over on a little walking stick, from which hung a small woven sack full of odd shells and flotsam and such.

"Well, I'll be!" declared the old 'mon. "There's a whole crew of youse! Is any of you fine gentlefolk a doctor? Or... a mechanic, possibly?"

 

[Chibi Pika]

“Not gonna complain about this,” Starr remarked upon seeing Ibuki’s provisions. She took a seat on the mat and helped herself to a smoked fish.

Latios tapped his chin at the sea-Floatzel’s request. “A mechanic?”

There was a sudden rush of air as Latias returned, having zipped off over the dunes in the direction the old ‘mon had approached from. “Found it! It’s a real sight too—some kind of mechanical Pokémon, collapsed up past the tide pools.”

“I imagine if you meant a Klingklang or Magneton you’d have just said so,” Latios remarked in a bemused voice.

“Nope. Volcarona.”