Sootopolis City [Cave of Origin entrance] | Dusk
This was it. The moment he had trained for since the beginning. Behind the pair, the sun vanished from the sky, leaving the city in the dark fog of night. The city of Sootopolis was remarkably untouched, something he had not entirely expected. Then again he did not care about the city. Reaching into his pack, a single pocketed bag slung over his shoulder, the young man rummaged for several seconds before his fingers wrapped around something small, round, and smooth as glass. Beneath the half mask he wore, lips pulled up in a smirk. Gripping the sphere, he pulled it out and held it in his palms before him. The Red Orb. His companion stepped forward, the Weavile's crimson eyes glinting in the half light. "Weavile," he murmured. The young man nodded. "It's finally time, Malthe."
Silver wore a full military uniform, the thick, tough cloth his only keepsake from Basic Training that he endured at that very birth of the Epidemic. Besides the tan pack, he also had a number of knife sheathes at his side, a deep cherry colour that matched both his hair and the feathers on his Weavile partner. His eyes, the reason for his namesake, glittered in the presence of their destiny. The soft grey orbs hungrily absorbed the sight of the Red Orb, the small artifact, that sat right in his dirty palms. The only skin on his face that showed was smeared with dirt, matching the camouflage of his clothing. Silver's nose, mouth, and entire lower jaw were covered by a breathing mask, serving a purpose to allow breathing even in hostile environments, as well as give him a sinister feel. Giovanni's son loved how he looked. Wild. Feral. Dangerous. Beside him, Malthe stood tall. Proud, the Weavile kept a serious expression. Blood red eyes alert, tense, he kept his rightful place beside his blood brother as he awaited their next move.
"Well, Matty, brother... What do you say?" Silver turned, training his eyes on the Weavile. His unseen smirk was apparent in his tone, though his words muffled slightly by the half mask. Malthe returned the confidence- "Vile," he replied. The youth slowly closed his palm then, wrapping fingers around the ancient sphere he held in his hand. "If you say so... let's do this." Where his skin touched the Red Orb, Silver could feel a movement inside. It was as if there was something alive inside, and the warmth spread through his hand even as he placed it in one pocket at his side. The ghost of the unnatural heat snaked over his palm as he buttoned the pocket shut then reached beneath his shirt to his favourite weapon. Branding a knife, he held the steel blade with battle experienced fingers.
There were no words exchanged after that, the pair knew what to do. At the same moment both rushed forward, their forms disappearing into the darkness of the Cave of Origin. Silver's boots were the only sound behind them, the soft thunk! thunk! thunk! with each step, while Matty vanished into the shadows, silent as the darkness. As they ran, they passed no other Pokemon. They saw no one, not even undead. With each passing minute, they were going deeper and deeper underground, closer and closer to their goal... Groudon. You will be MINE.