#ca intel

As we previously stated on the masterlist, here is a post stating what pokemon will be located in which sectors of the city! Please note that just as the monsters will migrate and try to claim territory, so will pokemon. At the request of our members, we've also decided to include other series related monsters within this informational post, and note, that the opponents that you can include in your logs of your survival and travels are not limited to simply what you find under the cut!

A step in the right direction had finally fell upon Chrom's lap! That being a clue sent to him via a message in the odd device he was given (cellphone) upon entering this strange land. In the rain and after some fiddling, he had managed to finally see what the message said. 

“The ground here is laden with tunnels.”

Once he looked over the message, he closed the phone and put it back in his pocket. Upon finding some place he could stand on, he immediately called out to as many people as he could within the immediate area in regards to what he had just learned.

" EVERYONE, LISTEN TO ME! I JUST RECEIVED A CLUE TO THE WHEREABOUTS OF THE DEVICE IN THIS SECTOR! THE CLUE READS; THE GROUND HERE IS LADEN WITH TUNNELS!! " 

Despite being blissfully unaware of the scientific works at hand, the demonic exorcist knew one thing for sure: this situation was bad--really, really bad. For starters, the storm didn't seem to calm no matter how long it raged on for. Not once did it waver in intensity nor did it show any signs of lifting, lessening it's overbearing presence on the city. Dark blue hues stared out into the city's streets with a sense of loss, as if preparing for the worse.

Without a doubt, being a citizen within the city for years on in had its advantages. Not to say that the exorcist was 100% immune to the scientists' antics, but he had a better idea of what their limitations were. After all, he had diedonce before due to the supercomputer collapsing over two years ago, and he was privy to the blood lust each enigmatic being seemed to have. They could have damn well been falling into a trap, but...was there really any other option available?

As much as he felt the burning desire to aid in the situation at hand, Okumura couldn't find a way to segue into the matter. Unfortunate, considering he was a more than capable fighter who had obtained his Kurikara blade during the city's first stint... but don't count him out just yet.

A knock resonated loudly from his apartment's front door, leaving a small piece of paper slipped underneath the door. Picking up the mysterious package (hesitantly), the message read:

The path for your prize is rumored to descend into the depths of hell.

Hell... Gehenna? No, that's impossible. Not here at least...unless...? Thoughts filled the rebellious youth's mind, prompting him to take immediate action. Grabbing onto his necessities--his legendary Koumaken blade and his cat sith, Kuro--the wide-eyed exwire ran out into the rain. His antisocial tendencies had completely disappeared as a result as he walked up to random citizens, holding out his message boldly with only a singular question to boot.

The first time the information came to the Captain’s hands - actually, hand – he thought it might be a good idea to sell it. As a pirate, he was very used to exchanging rare goods for things he wanted. The problem he encountered with this option was that there was nothing he truly desired in Hive City. Or in his current life at all.

This was how he first crossed the first option out. His second option was doing nothing about it. Why should he, anyway? It’s not like he cared about people on this place, much less the scientists.

Tick tock.

But time was racing and the pirate did not like that storm at all. He might be safe for now, but he heard that other sectors were in a situation quite worse than his and Hook was absolutely certain it would come to Sector 006 eventually. And Captain Hook was not about to waste more than three hundred years of plotting his revenge on a bloody rain.  

“Have you ever heard of ‘cave-diving’?”

That was how he decided to go out in the rain. He figured anyone out was someone willing to help and even though the pirate wouldn’t mind doing everything on his own, he was aware he needed the other pieces of information. Well, it seems he would have to team up once again to get this over with.

[The shrine maiden was wandering around in the rain. Still. Despite roaming around for gods know how long, she still hadn't found a lead. No one was being very helpful either. As the rain poured down on her, she felt a vibration coming from her pocket. It was that brick thing she received from the scientists a few weeks ago, the one she didn't understand how to use. She'd gotten better at it by then, since Marisa used it to bother her whenever she had the chance, but it was still an enigma. That noise, though, was similar to when she'd get a message from the black white, so she opened it up.]

“It’s not your usual location for a freefall and it’s quite a steep climb. You’re going to need help!”

Cittavision is back, making your lives easier and keeping track of the waves.

Compiled information (with links and all) under the cut.

Bloodshot, magenta eyes scouted out the area as the egotistical sorcerer watched multitudes of citizens rush back to their homes collectively at the sight of the ongoing storm. Although he was technologically inept, the message portrayed through the bright screen was quite clear: the city was finally reaching a level of uncontrollable mayhem that the scientists themselves seemed to be intimidated. As ominous winds roared terrifyingly in the heart of the city's sectors, Judar sat still atop a steep building, smirking widely as both lids closed, taking in the sound as others squandered.

Bewildered and astounded, echoes of individuals beckoning out to one another in fear translated as soothing, resonating sounds to the Black Sun. Thunder, fog and rainfall continued to make for a chaotic mixture, bringing the Magi comfort at the restless nature surrounding them all. Slowly reopening his eyes, a loud thump vibrated the ground next to him. Immediately shifting his attention to the cause of the disturbance, a box was revealed with a key already placed within it's lock. Skeptical of the item, Judar stood up and surveyed his surroundings once more to no avail. What was this and where did it come from?

Moving a few feet away from the delivered package, a small gust of wind was manipulated by the mage's wand, wrapping itself around the edge of the key, turning ever so slightly. After popping the source, the magician peeped over to see a lone sheet, seemingly clad in an obscure question:

Do you know that the number__ represents b_____e?

Was this pertaining to the 'clues' hinted in the scientist's telecast? If so, that would mean that--yet again--Judar was selected as one of the main agents of change. Except this time... he had a say-so on whether or not his sector would end up riding the wave or going belly-up.

Grabbing onto the box, his thin frame hovered as he slowly made his way down onto the city streets. Without further ado, the arrogant teenager bellowed out towards any nearby groups with an uproarious, jovial tone of voice.

"Oiii, to all of you brain-dead morons scurrying around to find shelter! What you need to do is come outside, because I've got something super important to show you.

I've been chosen to be somewhat of an...what's the word...ah, that's right - an information dealer! Now, you see... I don't really give a damn about what goes on from here on out, but I'm sure you'll need to know in order to high tail your asses outta here. So~! How's about we make a barter of sorts? Anything of worth for this life-saving hint?"

He cursed as the unmarked car stopped at the corner, as the shaded and suited drones filed from the small sedan, as their forms flickered and faded in the tremor of the storm. The Demon had been watching his tracks carefully, veiling himself in mist and hiding any evidence of his search that he had left behind, but their surveillance had still caught him. How? How had the Scientists within the Core been able to keep tabs upon him when his illusions were capable of fooling even the great Vindice?

The illusionist grated his teeth, pushed a great angry sigh of air out through the cracks in the wall and reveled for a moment at the hissing sound it made. He pulled his hood further over his head, casting shadows down over his mismatched eyes, his ill sort of frown, his furrowed brows. Mukuro took his trident from its resting place against the wall, held it tightly in one hand and shoved the other in his pocket, and sunk into the shadows, veiling himself entirely, muffling his breath, sinking into the inky smog of the darkness. He made no attempt to flee, no. The Scientists would not seek him out so boldly if they did not have something to proposition.

Their system was weakening. He could easily see the cracks in the core, the faltering of their resolve, and they knew he could. The head lackey, or so the Mist had assumed by the way he held himself on video, the way his lips curved into a sly smile even then, had mentioned in undertones just how horrible this storm could not only be for the captured life forms within their program, but also for those outside of it.

So they had come to beg for his help, then, to sweep his shadowy doings under the rug and utilize his power in a time of need, to forget his true intent for another day. What a game they were playing! Still, the Mist was somewhat miffed at the impoliteness suggested in their gesture of sending mere programmed drones to seek him out. Was his strength not deserving of an avatar at least?

His chuckles bounced through the old warehouse, muffled out by the rain that poured through the gaping holes in the roof. The drones stepped in then, looked around twice, and focused solely upon the corner in which the Mist was lounging. Their eyes flashed twice before they too disappeared  just as their transport had.

Left behind was a small, padded box, which Mukuro padded softly across the room to retrieve. It was marked with the Vongola's insignia. How tacky. They clearly had not done their research.

Inside was a puzzle ring, with three layering bands that slid along an ingrained track. He played at it for a moment, till the full extent of the message appeared to him. He read it aloud.

"It is recognized only by its perpetual vacancy, shrouded in darkness." 

That frown turned once more to a sly grin, and Mukuro returned the ring to its box, the box to his pocket, before grabbing at his trident, securing his shadowy hood, and strolling from his decrepit shelter into the downpour, laughing somewhat maniacally to himself. Ah, what an entertaining surprise! They wished for him to break illusions! Yes, he supposed, with his potential, he would not let those scientists down. What was his name? Levi?