Chapter 7: Sloppy Questioning
by dust_scoutWe made our way through the dirty alley, wincing at the bright lights initially. Eventually, we found ourselves in a crowded street, filled to the brim with a wide array of pokemon, Dark-Types, Fighting-Types, even some Ground-Types. I was shocked at the sheer number of pokemon making their way through the town.
The lights here were bright, but nowhere near as pleasant as the ones I saw before. They certainly seemed like night lights, rather than an imitation of the surface’s sky. The buildings also had a crummy aesthetic, similar to Milotic’s Inn and the North-Eastern section of town. Many of the townsfolk had an odor of sorts as well, not clean like before, but muddy or…I tried not to think about it in fear of gagging.
“Is this the Underside?” I asked, looking around.
“No,” Otto answered. “This is the Deep Underside and it’s not exactly the nicest place in town.”
I swallowed hard upon hearing that. I could already tell some bystanders were giving us rather bewildered looks. “Maybe we should get out of here?” I suggested.
“Right, let’s go,” Otto said, moving ahead of us. “Stay close and don’t look at anyone or anything funny. Got it?”
I nodded and followed. As I started to take my steps, pain shot up my leg at long last. The pain made me wince, forcing me on one knee in the process.
It didn’t take long for Lucy to notice. Despite this (“for the sake of keeping appearances”), I stood and kept going.
The same leg that got pulled by that feral’s Anchor Shot still seemed to be strained, despite the time resting. Each step on it felt a bit painful. As hot-blooded as I was, even I knew there was no way I could run for a while.
So…I resolved to limp, trying to keep myself from putting too much weight on it.
We slowly made our way out of the area. As we walked, I tried my best to look down and not draw attention. Too bad a lot of pokemon just couldn’t keep their distance.
I brushed shoulders with a Grimmsnarl, who just went off at that moment. “Watch where you’re going!” he grumbled. (Actually, there was another word after that, but it was definitely not friendly.)
Another pushed one of their ‘wares’ in my face. Some kind of meat? It made a stinking storm on my nose. I backed away and around in disgust. (“Not the nicest part of town” hardly scratched the surface. It was a far more crude community than up top.)
Even after reaching a more open part of the area, the feeling of cluster and uncleanliness never left. Above our heads, smoke and who knows what else obscured the lights. In some ways, this Deep Underside area was the city that never wakes.
We all stopped at a plaza, trying to get our bearings. Kalea managed to acquire a handful of Pecha Berries with the money she held onto.
While the poison-curing properties did kick in upon consumption, it wasn’t a perfect fix for me. Not that it mattered very much, my leg was still messed up anyways. Besides, the berries had a rather sour taste. I was pretty sure that was not supposed to be the case. (…Priorities, gotta love them.)
“Alright, what’s the deal here?” I asked with crossed arms.
“Well…we gotta find a stairwell up,” Otto explained. “We went pretty far down, so if we go up then-”
Kalea interrupted at that moment. “Let me handle this.” She crawled over to me and pointed up. “Thanks to our little happenstance in the catacombs, we gotta get ourselves to the central area and climb up.”
I stared into the foggy ceiling above and groaned. “Please tell me it doesn’t involve swimming.”
“Unfortunately…no.”
I sighed in relief. “Oh, good. Wait, what do you mean unfortunately?”
Kalea cleared her throat and gestured to her tail. She had no legs to climb with…so that was a shame.
“At least your arms will get a workout. Gotta to have that upper body strength, right?”
The Primarina gave me several silent and unenthusiastic blinks. “Not. Funny.”
Otto bonked my head at that moment.
“Ow! Otto!” I recoiled.
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Otto stated with raised tentacles of innocence. “Madeline wanted me to and I agreed. And it’s Grapploct out here.”
“Could have just said it…Grapploct.” (“Darn those alters! I keep forgetting I’m dealing with like six folks here, not just three.”)
Meanwhile, Lucy was glancing at the streets, searching for something. She was also muttering to herself. The only words I could really catch were, “Where,” “He,” and the phrase, “not too late.”
Before I could ask anything, the fledgling straightened with a high alert stance. “There!” she said, before running down one of the streets.
“Huh? Lucy, wait!” I called before trying to run after her. (And then reality struck) Of course, I hit the ground hard on my second step. (“Right…my leg’s still not in good shape…now…of all times.”)
Otto rushed ahead as Kalea groaned, “Arg! Not again, why does it have to be on land this time?”
I got up on my good leg and forced myself to limp. It wasn’t exactly a jog, but it was enough to at least keep up with Kalea.
The three of us pursued Lucy through the streets, pushing our way through several crowds of passing pokemon on the way.
I just recovered from that dungeon experience. So I just wondered, “What in the world is Lucy chasing now?” As we rushed, the fledgling shouted words at someone. Looking further ahead, this someone was running away.
We rushed to an alleyway where the fledgling kicked a box hard. The box shattered on something invisible. The invisible object fell onto the ground, revealing itself to be a Drizzile, a very familiar Drizzile.
I shouted out. “Lucy, what are you-” I quickly recognized the Drizzile. “Wait a second. That’s-”
“That’s the guy,” Lucy answered, “Grapploct could you go and pin him down? And Kalea, check the bag.”
The three of us sighed in confusion. Otto held the guy firmly with Octolock before he could sneak away. There was no way the Water-Type was getting out of it easily.
My ears began to swivel strangely. I decided to check our surroundings, eventually looking back.
Nothing, just a crowd of passing pokemon, not even batting an eye at the noise we made earlier. (That or they did notice, but really didn’t want to get involved.)
Meanwhile, Kalea checked the bag and her eyes widened. “Wait, I recognize these. This is from Barbaracle Roy’s shop. He mentioned- Yes, some of his goods got stolen today.”
Learning of this, my pent-up rage flared. “So it is him!”
The Drizzile laughed. “Oh and I wish you could have seen the look on your face when I walloped ya. Fumbling in the mud like a helpless Pichu. Hehe!”
(“……..Unbelievable…”) I frowned. “Ha! Ha! You have no idea how many times I nearly drowned just to reach you.”
“Maybe so, but I can certainly imagine.” He then glances at Lucy. “It’s pretty bad when the baby birdy’s more competent! Ha!”
Kalea shot a narrowed gaze at me. “Unbelievable Zera. I still cannot believe you couldn’t even catch this guy the first time.”
I turned to the Primarina. “Oh you shut it! First, that was a cheap mud shot and you know it.”
“Which you let happen,” the thief added.
“Shut it!” I hissed at the thief. “And second, is the you-know-what.”
“Hardly news, buddy, cause that explosion is definitely going to be the talk of the town for a loooooong while.”
“It’ll be on the news for sure,” Lucy commented.
The Drizzile smirked. “See? The little lass gets it.”
Otto rolled his eyes and placed a tentacle over the annoying lizard’s mouth. “Oh quit your yapping, fiend. Justice will come soon enough.”
I sighed. “…Thanks Oct.”
“Actually,” Lucy piped up, “I kind of also need him to speak?”
Everyone, even the thief, stared at the fledgling suspiciously. “What?”
The youngling entered a pondering poster. “Well…um, I might have a little something something to uh, ask about. The Shadow Auction.”
“The what?” I blurted.
“I agree with Zera on this,” Kalea said, “The what?”
Lucy fidgeted. “You see, I uh, heard some rumors and this guy just so happened to be the one to ask about that.”
The thief promptly shook his head in denial.
Once again, my ears began to swivel. Some noise, not from behind, but somewhere close. Footsteps. My fur was beginning to stand on end. I looked around, but there was no one close…not that I could see. I shook my head to focus on the matter at hand.
Kalea then voiced her concern, “Lucy dear, I don’t know how to say it, but just the name ‘Shadow Auction’ is…is you know, a bad idea.”
The youngling pouted, “I know that. That’s why I want to know if it exists. Pretty bad stuff in town. You know, gotta contribute to the community.”
“Groudon’s foot, Lucy, this is not what I meant! I meant more pleasant practices, not shady investigations. How long have you been doing this?”
Lucy’s eyes darted around nervously. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…since yesterday…or since the beginning of the middle of yesterday?”
“…….Ohhh! Just! Don’t you make this confusing!”
“Um…yeah,” I added. (“Seriously, it was a simple question.”)
Lucy shook her head, “Oh for goodness sake, I have no time for this debate! Grapploct, unshut Gil’s mouth.”
The Fighting-Type raised a brow as the thief’s eyes widened. “Uh, who?”
The fledgling groaned with an eyeroll and then pointed. “The thief, the guy who’s trying to take care of his brothers and stuff in one of the worst ways possible. No offense.”
The thief began spouting a barrage of words, probably demanding to speak.
Otto eventually let go, allowing the rogue to let loose whatever he had in mind.
“Alright you little twerp! How do you know my name? And secondly, you don’t know nothin about what I do in my life!”
Lucy playfully waved her wing as if the insult had no effect. “Yeah, yeah, the world is a cruel place. Only heard that a hundred gajillion times this week and counting. Now tell me about this auction that’s supposedly gonna go down in…what time is it?”
“……..Ugh……..Mid-Dusk, morons…and what horde of Frillishes did y’all enrage?”
“Err, that’s not important. And thank you for cooperating. Now tell me real quick before your little ambush posse gets here.”
“Wait, ambush posse?” I blurted.
The thief made a mocking wince. “Oooh…sorry but, a little late to figure that out I’m afraid.”
At this point, my ears picked up on more noise. There was something wrong. Kalea, Otto and I looked around frantically. Still no one around, apart from the crowd. Kalea and Otto may have thought it was bluffing and banter, but my ears and senses stated otherwise.
Finally, Lucy sighed and glanced up. (Yep, it was from the one forgotten direction: Up.)
The rest of us also looked up and saw a small group of Water-Types jumping down from above.
Four other pokemon surrounded us; a Wartortle, a Buizel, and a pair of Panpours. While we were distracted, the Drizzile managed to slip out of Grapploct’s grasp.
The thief kicked Otto back and stepped toward the wall.
Lucy turned to me. “Darn it, brother! We took too long!”
“Me?” I said in hysterics. “How was I supposed to know?”
“Ohoho, wait!” the Buizel blurted, “She’s a he? And he’s the little birdy’s brother?”
Gil walked back to the group, dusting himself off and snickering to himself. “Yeah, apparently.”
In a matter of seconds, the ambushing group exploded into a fit of laughter.
“Gah! Come on!” I shouted back out of embarrassment, “Of course I’m a guy! I’m no Salazzle.”
The thugs continued laughing.
The Buizel took a breath before responding. “Haha, not that it’ll improve your chances of turning heads.”
I hated to use the echo voice, but they asked for it. (“…Oh boy here we go.”)
“Don’t you try my patience, fools! Why, I danced with the diamond herself!”
…
Kalea broke the awkward silence with a bitterly honest question, “What?”
(It took a few moments, but…) I turned to Kalea. “……What? She’s a nice girl to talk to…”
The group only laughed harder as Lucy and the retainers gave me a deadpan look. (Kalea slapped her forehead as well, an appropriately-timed groan included.)
Only then did I realize what I said just then. I hung my head low as I heard the laughter, trying desperately to hide that red shade of embarrassment on my face. (“…Nice wording, idiot.”)
“Relaaaax,” the Drizzile said smugly. “Who cares who dated who? …Not that I’m judging. But I will say this, you four made our luckiest day yet.”
Kalea stepped in front of Lucy. “Not in your life.”
“Au contraire, milady…See? I can be pompous too.”
The group laughed before the thief raised a paw.
“Enough laughter, we have a jackpot to snag, boys.”
The group of five closed in on us with a furious set of Water Guns aimed at me.
I tried to leap, but my leg pain kicked in, causing me to get blown back by the attacks. Afterwards, the gang members charged at the others.
The Wartortle took the opportunity to tackle me away from the others as I got up.
We tumbled backwards for a short distance before I kicked ourselves upward with my good leg. (Thank you, strength training.) We hit some laundry lines before I got an idea.
The Wartortle headbutted me back, allowing me to bend some lines back. I launched myself at the Wartortle and used his shell as both a landing cushion and a makeshift sled.
Once I slid back to the group, I kicked the shell, Wartortle in tow, right back at Otto’s Panpour opponents. The shell bounced between the walls and the heads of the Water-Type duo, knocking them both out.
My landing afterwards was unfortunately painful enough to make me flinch and bend down on one knee.
Sadly, there was no time for a breath. The dizzy Wartortle tried a desperate Mega Punch maneuver using the momentum I provided.
In the heat of the moment, I charged myself up with sparks for Thunderbolt. But then I noticed how wild the sparks became and stopped myself in a panic. This gave the Wartortle an opening to exploit.
*POW!*
The blow sent me sliding down the alley and straight into a wall. The shelled Water-Type eventually picked himself up and walked up to me. He shook his head and laughed. “What’s the matter? Weren’t you gonna shock me?”
I stood back up and stared at him with a hiss behind my teeth.
The thug raised an eyebrow. “What? Got nothing to say?”
My silence answered for me unfortunately.
“Ohhhhh! Now I get it. You can’t, can you?” He continued to make assumptions, but that first one made my blood boil. (This guy was so dead the moment he said that.)
After a few moments, I charged at the Water-Type with furiously-clenched fists. It was practically uncontrolled instinct after that. The rage overflowed itself into my actions (much to my surprise).
After the initial blow to the Wartortle’s head, I gripped the thug’s neck tightly and tossed him toward another part of the alley.
(Closing the gap by using a simple leap with the good leg was child’s play.) Before the Wartortle could process what was happening, I grabbed him and repeatedly bashed him against the wall.
(The idiot had no idea what hit him. He was bewildered, bruised, and practically unable to fight back.) I ruthlessly pounced and clawed at him. By the time I was done, there were numerous scratches scattered across his body. This lousy excuse of a thief was barely conscious, if at all. I then tossed the Water-Type into a pile of garbage. He didn’t get back up after that.
Did I go overboard? I cannot deny that I did (but it felt good, intoxicating even). (I didn’t quite know how it happened, but…that eerie sense of freedom was more than overdue.)
I saw the Wartortle’s tail beneath the nearby garbage pile. That’s when I realized what I did. The thought of it would’ve made me sick. So I just left the poor fellow there. (“He’ll be fine…right? I had nothing against him before, but one does not simply insult the competence of a legendary and get away with it. Yeah…that’s it. He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”)
I returned to where the others were when a Buizel suddenly flew past my head and right into the wall.
The retainers and Lucy were all staring at me with concern.
“What? I’m fine,” I said. I then noticed something was off. “Wait…where’s the Drizzile?”
“Oh yeeeah,” Lucy said, walking past me and turning around.
We all began to glance around the area when we all heard a “Hiiya!” from Lucy.
We promptly focused our sights on the fledgling, who seemingly used Headbutt on…something. The nearby garbage rustled a bit.
“He’s there!” I shouted, pouncing at the pile. I landed on something invisible and pinned it down. After a short bit of struggling, I finally managed to pull the devilish Drizzile out.
“Nice find,” I commented to Lucy.
“Thanks for the reminder,” the youngling replied. “Now, where were we, Gil?”
Gil groaned as he revealed himself, “For crying out loud, that’s not my name.”
“Ohhohoho. You’re right, it’s not your full name. Gil is just a short version. I could say your really embarrassing full name, complete with a long nickname.”
“H-Ha! Y-You don’t know that,” the thief stated with a subtle hint of fear.
Knowing where this was going, I decided to give an opportunity to save the Drizzile from self-inflicted embarrassment. “Um, I wouldn’t say that if I were you. She is a Psychic-Type after all.”
“Oh please, she doesn’t look old enough to use a Psychic-Type attack.”
“Sir, that doesn’t mean jack squat to her.”
Lucy crossed her wings, “Yeah…Gilbierito Devi Caandis Na’am Bienne-”
“NO! Stop! Anything but that!” the thief suddenly screamed desperately.
Primarina couldn’t help but laugh. “Gilbi…erito? Pfft! Hahaha!”
“Sh-Shut up! It’s so embarrassing. J-Just…Just don’t say it and I’ll tell ya anything. Just don’t do that!”
“Goooood,” Lucy bubbled devilishly, “Then tell us about this Shadow Auction.”
“Ugh…fine, it’s only one of the biggest illegal auctions in town. All the best loot is there from jewels to all sorts of treasures. A collector’s dream. Not really into that stuff.”
“And where is that?” the fledgling inquired, raising a smug brow.
Gil and Lucy stared at each other for a few minutes. The thief visibly sweated before answering, “A-At the north-eastern pier, Evening. There, happy now?”
Lucy smiled and nodded. She then told me. “Alright, let him go. He’s had enough.”
Everyone else glanced at the fledgling, bewildered and confused.
“Lucy, he’s a criminal. We have to turn him in.” Kalea stated.
The fledgling gave the Primarina a deadpan look. “Sure, but where’s the nearest cop?”
Everyone remained silent for a while.
Gil broke the silence. “The lass has a point, you know.”
“Oh get a nap, you,” Otto said irritably, knocking out the thug with a punch to the head.
*POW!*
“Thank you,” Lucy grumbled, rolling her eyes, “Could have been a little more gentle with him, but head damage is fine I guess.”
We eventually agreed to tie the Drizzile and most of his goons to a nearby pole with some rope. It wasn’t much, but at least the thief would be out of our minds for a little while. (The Wartortle remained where I left him. There was no sense in dragging him over since we were far away from him. It was best not to bring him up other than a little lie like, “He ran off after displaying my strength.”)
We then made our way through town, eventually reaching the center pillar. Unlike the Hourglass Tower above, the pillar was considerably wider. The structure made sense to me. Buildings are heavy after all. I wouldn’t dare think about how many complications there were in building all this, let alone getting land-dwelling pokemon here in the first place.
Most pokemon at the pillar walked on paths laced around it. Every path was accompanied by numerous flights of stairs leading up to what I assumed were higher parts of town. Upon closer inspection, there were also large platforms (lifts) moving up and down the pillar.
I would have been amazed, had we not climbed so many stairs. Even my own legs were starting to burn from the constant climbing, and I ran everywhere. My still-banged up leg limping didn’t help matters either.
Grapploct seemed fine. (An all-muscle body had its perks I guess.) Lucy and Kalea did not hold up so well. Lucy hated the climb, but didn’t complain much oddly enough. In fact, she was the one that suggested the stairs. Kalea was the opposite case ironically. She would whine about her lack of legs, how this day went, and even wonder why we couldn’t simply swim with the water tunnel that just so happened to rise from the streets.
After about fourteen flights of stairs of hearing Kalea’s whining, my patience ran out. (She deserved to get a piece of her own anger back.) I stopped and turned to the Primarina. “Lady! Is there any end to your list of vanity-based complaints here?”
“Excuse me?” the Water-Type replied with a scowl.
I rolled my eyes with evident annoyance before deciding to prattle on in a mocking manner. “Ooohhh I’m sorry. Sorry for being associated with the guy who chose to make you a Popplio. It’s not my fault you chose to live in a city with SO MANY STAIRS!!!”
The Water-Type was fuming at this point. She clearly wanted to berate me, her glare said that much. But I was right, no doubt about it.
She then shifted her gaze to Lucy’s direction. “Lucy, why did you insist on taking the stairs? You’re clearly hating it too.”
The youngling winced at the comment. She then rasped before turning to face me and Kalea with a bored and irritated expression.
Just after, the ground we stood on shook for a moment. A screech sounded out from behind the walls.
“In case of that,” Lucy grumbled dully before continuing up the stairs.
I blinked for a moment. “What…was that?”
“Did a lift just…stop?” Kalea asked hesitantly.
“…Plenty sure it was….huh…” Otto pondered for a moment before continuing.
After way more stairs than any non-dungeon place underwater should ever need, we reached the Underside’s upper level.
Unlike the streets we left behind, this part of the district was distinctly more clean. Many of the garments folks were wearing had a…more sleek appearance. There was definitely an obvious sense of luxury here (as well as what some commoners would call, a class divide).
The lights were more pronounced up here, but that didn’t help with the near-pitch black horizon beyond all the buildings. Or…at least I thought they were buildings. Many of the structures were almost floating in bubbles with the only means of moving between them being swimming or tube-like bridges.
The prospect of an underwater town with air was already impressive, but the Underside certainly gave a greater sense of wonder.
We took a short rest at one of the street benches to discuss our plans.
“Well that was fun,” Lucy remarked.
Upon hearing Lucy’s statement, I just groaned, practically screaming into my paws.
“Fun…is the absolute…last word I would say…about today so far,” Kalea commented, barely holding herself upright.
“Agreed,” Otto added, “You know how Lugia, Kalea, and I get when you wander off like that.”
“Okay guys,” the fledgling said, shrugging, “It may have gone a little side-tracked.”
We all glared at the fledgling upon hearing that.
Lucy nervously chuckled. “…Okay, very sidetracked, but we’re all fine, right?”
I took some deep breaths (but they didn’t help at all). “Lucy, I nearly drowned five times this week because of you, and three of those were in the dungeon you swam into on purpose.”
“That third time was probably your doing,” Lucy commented with a sneer.
“Y-You don’t know that! And besides, you dragged us through a set of cramped tunnels for what? To catch a thief you, along with the others, didn’t want me to pursue. I mean, make up your mind!”
Otto raised a pair of tentacles, “Zera, Zera, let us handle this.” The Fighting-Type turned to the youngling. “Now Lucy, it was…an interesting adventure and all, but even Zap Cat there has a point. You do realize you just contradicted yourself just now.”
Lucy piped up. “I know that, but-”
“No, no. You can’t deny that. Now tell us why you want to know about something bad guys do.”
The fledgling groaned. “It’s because I heard about it. What else?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. (And I thought I had a rebellious streak.) I shook my head and facepalmed.
“Lucy, Lucy, for crying out loud!” Kalea criticized while wincing, “Have you not learned your lesson the last several times? We’ve been over this! You wander off, get us into trouble, and D.D. gets furious.”
(“So that’s what Milotic meant,”) I thought with my arms crossed, (“I’m starting to not be surprised at this point.”) I stared at Lucy, who quickly looked away. (She heard that alright. So much for an agreement.)
I sighed. “Guys, look. At this rate, Lucy’s just gonna head over there herself. So we should get to the bottom of this at least.”
The retainers glared at me in bewilderment.
“…Properly,” I corrected myself.
My statement quickly caused the youngling’s cheery smile to drop into a deadened frown. She had a real good idea of where this was going.
“I’ll check it out. It’s above water, right? So why not?”
Lucy blinked slowly. “Brother, that’s just stupid.”
“I can’t believe I agree with that,” Kalea added, “Your idea is dumb, Zera.”
“No way!” I exclaimed, shaking my head in a fluster, “I at least have fighting skills!”
“That nearly drowned you,” Lucy pointed out.
“You. Don’t. Know That.” I irritably hissed behind grinding teeth. (Though she did have a point for once.)
At this point, Otto pushed himself between all of us. “Alright, alright. Settle your Horseas. This sounds like a need to split up. You know, K.O. two birds with a Gravelerock.”
“Oh gosh darn it,” Kalea muttered, resting a flipper on her forehead.
The Fighting-Type then made their proposition. “Zera and I will check out this little auction, and Kalea, you and Lucy will go back to the house.”
“What? Come on!” Lucy whined.
“I’m surrounded by thrill seekers,” the Primarina muttered.
Otto scooted beside the Water-Type. “Don’t you worry,” he assured, “You and Madeline will get that lovely little talk you want.”
Kalea angrily shoved the Fighting-Type away from her. “Can it, Otto! Fine! You two wanna play hero and leave me to babysit, then fine! Go! Don’t expect dinner from me!”
Seeing the Water-Type’s display, I gulped nervously. “Uh, okay. That sounds good.”
Kalea gave me a sharp glare, before grabbing Lucy’s wing. Without another word, she started pulling Lucy along.
“Hey guys,” Lucy called out, futilely trying to resist the Primarina, “The Hydroways and the stairs should be open by now. So uh…Ah!”
Kalea pulled Lucy back. “Good,” she said firmly, “Had enough stairs for one day.”
Otto and I remained at the spot while Kalea and Lucy headed down the streets.
After the duo left our view, Otto gave a small remark. “There they go.”
“Yep,” I commented, “Is she always like this?”
“Ehhh…she’s still young, like you. Doesn’t quite know all the priorities yet.”
“Is she though?”
“Indeed, a baby by your standards.”
I dully blinked at the Grapploct. (“…I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”)
Eventually sighing, I continued, “Either way, we’ll see how an actual Water-Type does it.”
The Fighting-Type turned to me slowly with a blank expression.
“There’s a Water-Type in that head of yours isn’t there.”
“Actually no,” Otto explained, “but it doesn’t matter. For now, we will make our way to the docks.” With that said, the Fighting-Type strolled down the street proudly in another direction.
I scratched my head before following. I was unsure of what was going on in that guy’s mind or minds? Regardless, I was going to find out in our time together…somehow, some way. (One might call it a gut feeling.)
Fragment of Knowledge:
Silspring Central District:
The Silspring Central District is divided into two major areas, each with its own subset of areas. The Upperside, hence the name, is the highest point of the district. It’s known for its trading docks for the quick transportation of goods in the ocean and across Silspring. The Upperside itself is divided into four smaller sections, not counting the Hourglass Tower at the center point. The southern areas served as general market and residence areas, while businesses and workers reside in the northern areas.
The Underside meanwhile is primarily underwater, with smaller air barriers. In essence, the Underside serves as a bridge between land and sea-dwellers in Silspring. In general features, this half of the district features residence from both the higher and lower classes. Water-breathers often make their residence and business here as well.
In addition, the Underside has a lower level that has lessened exposure to the environmental lights, often dubbed the Deep Underside. The Deep Underside has a large population of poor pokemon in poverty. Struggling or cheap priced businesses make their home here. As if the more dirty streets weren’t enough, the Deep Underside has been the victim of a high crime rate in recent years, including, but not limited to: thievery, scams, back-alley dealings, and even gang violence.
Special Thanks to TheSnapDragon for Beta Reading
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