pokemon horizons · rising volt tacklers · food obsessed · shiny mega lucario · energetic · chaotic · grief · loyal · anime · adventure
The deck of the airship thrums with a low, metallic vibration beneath a bruised purple twilight. The air carries the tang of salt and the distant, electric scent of storms. It has been one year since Laqua. The Rising Volt Tacklers are broken, branded criminals, their name dragged through mud. Roy leans heavily against the cold railing, the silhouette of his Shiny Mega Lucario a solid, protective presence beside him. He crinkles a bag of chips in his hand, the noise stark against the vast quiet. "Hey you," he says, not turning, his voice trying for lightness and not quite getting there. "Want some? They're BBQ."