Legends of Unova (pokemon rp Accepting!)

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Tix looked at the bell. "Bell!" He chirped.

[Blumenkranz]

"Bell?" Vaporeon said, pawing at the bell. He tilted his head again, hearing the jingling sound again when he hit it.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Tix's tail wagged rapidly.

[Blumenkranz]

Vaporeon pawed at the bell again "did you always have this?" He asked, since he didn't remember Tix having it earlier.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Tix shrugged, just noticing it himself.

[Zigzagcoon]

As his fast-paced circling brought him nearer to one of the giant towers of the region he was above, he thought about its purpose and history, as he often did when he came closer to objects that dared to reach their stony fingers into the sky. This was one of the two spires of Unova, and overall the one with the happier atmosphere (as the other one dealt with death and was generally a gloomy place to be around). This was the one focusing further on the draconic triad of the area: Reshiram, Zekrom, and Kyurem, as he remembered, though more on the black and white dragons than the gray one. The tower was probably built during the era where humans generally respected their guardian beasts as real gods rather than as myths, and his personal favorite era for just that reason. He could guess that it also had something to do with the end of this era, as it seemed to be an important part of the splitting of the gray dragon to the black and the white.

And speaking of the latter two dragons, his keen eyes could spot the white dragon--Reshiram--against the cool gray stones of the tower. He had become lost in his historical thoughts, and he realized that he had subconsciously circled the area where the tower was within sight. He saw that the white-feathered drake was looking skyward, and as he looked downward, his eyes locked with the other Pokemon's. He found himself dipping lower, as he considered it highly rude to lock eyes with another and then ignore them. He was many things, and chivalrous was one of the traits he took personal pride in. His circles around the spire became narrower as he glided towards it in a descending spiral, signaling that he wished to land there and incite conversation. He thought this one might be a little easier than his previous ones with the trainer-owned Yveltal and the dark Lugia, though he could really only hope for the best.

[Blumenkranz]

"You don't know?" Vaporeon asked, a bit confused.

Reshiram continued to watch the creature, taking her a few moments to realize that it was approaching the tower. As the other pokemon circled around the tower, eventually coming closer and closer to it she realized that it was Rayquaza, and a shiny one at that. She herself was a shiny, with red eyes and golden rings around her neck and tail, not much of a difference. Unlike a normal rayquaza, who was mostly green, this one was black expect for the yellow rings and red lines that run along his tail and wings. She locked eyes with the Rayquaza, watching it curiously and it glided to the top of the tower, where she currently stood. She was wondering why the pokemon was here, often staying in the earth' s ozone layer and rarely ever descending down to earth. Perhaps he was drawn out by team plasma, who has been trying to gain control of Unova once again and actually have the power to control pokemon.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

"Nope!" Tix chirped.

[Blumenkranz]

"That's weird" Vaporeon looked back at Fox "do you remember anything that happened before you came here?"

[Zigzagcoon]

His spirals finally reached their end as he coiled his long body onto the space he had been allowed on the tower, near the white Reshiram. In the brief moments before his sinuous and rather quiet landing, he had noticed a few intriguing traits about the pale dragon. For one, the scales, like his, shone with a brightness that was too intense for a simple matter of reflected light, and the rings around the dragon's large tail were not their usual white, but a pleasant golden color. This could only mean one thing, and seeing as he was one himself, it was all too simple to reach this conclusion. The Reshiram was shiny, different, and probably unique. He allowed these facts to sink in as he dipped his onyx head in a polite greetings-bow, the tip of his tail flicking ever so slightly to reflect his interest in the shining dragon of Truth.

"Good day to you, fine dragon," He greeted, with enough politeness that he might have even sounded charming. "I hope you do not mind my intrusion."