Post 51Gateon Port||Late Afternoon
It had been two weeks.
Two weeks since Eldes had spent a single day on the looming, shadowed fortress on the horizon. Two weeks since he'd reunited with his brother and, not 24 hours later, was jettisoned from him by his own orders. Two weeks since Eldes dragged himself up the beach and sat his ass down and simply refused to move.
Oh, his pokemon had thought him nuts. The Cipher scouts did what they could-- taunt, threaten, what have you.But Eldes knew now their mouths were full of marshmallow teeth. Ardos wanted him alive and healthy. No one would jeopardize that.
So what was to keep Eldes from just... staying there?
Gateon Port had, from the look of it, been kept clear vigilantly for a long time. And not only had the Cipher scouts killed any Infected or bandits, they'd cleared the bodies from the town. Ardos was likely keeping it relatively clean until Cipher was strong enough to move inland, but it didn't matter to Eldes. The town was in decent enough for him to take up residence, his preferred spot the lighthouse. It was still somewhat structurally sound; even looked like there had been signs of repairs on the upper levels and foundations. It stood to reason. The lighthouse was incredibly important to a port city and would be one of the first things that needed to work once Ardos retook the city.
Still, Eldes began to act like the town was his own soon enough. He gathered containers and soil and began to plant various berry trees, using the storms forged by the citadel's machines to farm. His pokemon helped, of course, by collecting water and freeze-drying any sort of food they accumulated. Not only that, but they became restless with the lack-luster state of the building and put themselves to work, repairing what they could all while Ardos' scouts were helpless to stop them from squatting. Soon enough, the lighthouse became a sort of fortified greenhouse, their living quarters at the top floor to give them the advantage of seeing over the entire town.
Through his silent protestation, each day, he stared out over the ocean to where his brother resided. He wouldn't be cast away again. Never again. And if Ardos wanted him gone, he'd have to get rid of him himself. It was during one such moment, as the sky turned sour once more, that Eldes was disturbed from his wordless reverie that his sunset-painted Flygon approached him, churring and chirping cautiously. "Eldes?"
He turned to his name, away from the choppy water slapping against the remnants of the pier. "We need your help getting the plants away from the grates. They'll drown in another storm."
He nodded. They'd been getting so much rain lately-- was it a way of Ardos trying to drive Eldes away from the port? One of his underlings? Maybe. Not that it would work. "Sure, hon. I'll be right down."
She nodded and flitted back through the open door, banking a hard left to go back down to the ground where the others were. He closed it behind her, then made his way down the metal stairway to the rest of his team."Gonna be a big one!"
Banny, his Azumarill chimed happily as he picked up a potted plant to hand to Koikoi. He sounded almost excited. The sentiment made Eldes smile a little; crazy rabbit always liked to dive headfirst into storms. "Might even last a couple days!""You think we'll be ok?"
Koikoi asked, placing the potted plant on Patient's back, nestling it into the hollow of her tree. "The wind's already so strong--""We've made a lot of improvements to the lighthouse,"
Atticus, the regal Arcanine assuaged, his back to the group as he oversaw the movement around them. Though it was rare for an Undead to wander into the port nowadays, it never hurt to be on the safe side. "And it's survived four years without crumbling. We should be fine.""Atticus is right, Koikoi,"
Eldes echoed, his tone gentle even as it rose in volume to combat the wind. "Let's just get everything inside first.""Yeah, chop-chop, I wanna see some freaking WAVES!"
Banny laughed as he bounced on his tail a little. "Maybe some water spouts'll appear! Ooh, ooh, or maybe a real tornado! Ehee hee hee hee hee hee!""Calm down there, Crazy, you'll hurt yourself,"
Eldes chided with a smile, placing the last pot onto Patience's back. The Azumarill laughed off the comment, bouncing and rolling back into the building with the others. Patience slowly moved inside as well, turning to Eldes."Let's hurry up and get this stuff off of me,"
she commented, earning Eldes' surprise. "I wanna see some shit tonight."
He laughed at her candor, patting her back fondly as he walked with her. "Of course, Patience. Wouldn't dream of keeping you from it.""That steamy rabbit's gotten me all hot 'n' bothered for sum crazy weather action.""Jesus!""Ooooh, Jesus has nothin' to do with what we're gonna see tonight, son,"
she replied with a twisted grin on her weathered face. "Think the other side of that spectrum."
Eldes had to take in a deep breath before his laughter threatened to rob him of any control he had over his lungs. "I... I won't ask.""We love us some big ol' waves, don't we there, Banny Boy?"
she called ahead, the Azumarill giggling like a mad fool. Atticus merely shook his head from his post, unflinching as the rough winds whipped his majestic fur back and forth.
Yeah, this was going to be an interesting night.