Gaigax: Jubilife Arc

Chapter 7: The Grand City Jubilife

The city of Jubilife was quite large in comparison to the small port city of Canalave. Not only was there more of everything, but it was all bigger. Multiple buildings had a couple of stories. Even some that towered into the sky. Besides these buildings the sky was blank. No cloud in sight nor any pokemon. Just a lot of buildings as far as the eye could see. There were a lot of buildings with a navy, square G logo plastered on them. Most of these buildings looked like energy plants but there was not any waste coming from them. The people were as plentiful as the buildings and looked just as grey. For a bustling metropolis, it had a rather miserable and quiet feel to it. The loudest noise was coming from near the pokecenter which was much fancier and shiny than the one in Canalave. The source of the noise was the loud, ruthless shouts coming from a blue haired woman. The ones at the receiving end of the shouting were a brunette and a blonde male. A Starly and an Espeon were among the mix as well.

"You guys move way to slow! I could've been halfway across Sinnoh by now"gripped the lovely Lady Moore. Zan held his hand straight out in the stop motion.

"No way, that's impossible" he commented. His comment didn't even receive her glare of death though. All of the woman's angry chi was being focused on Wes who hadn't even said anything yet.

"It is all your fault, Mr. I can't stay awake, get your act together. We can't afford to waste valuable time because of your poor sleeping habits" she blamed, fingers pointed. Wes's head shot up and his grin tightened up.

"We don't have move at your pace. I'm not here for you, I'm here for the dumb fire guy over there. We move at his pace, and moved at my pace. So eat it" Wes retorted. Zan stood there lifeless, just letting it happen. Upon seeing this, Augment fluttered down to Nala and landed roughly on her head.

"Why isn't Zan doing anything?" questioned the bird. Though his loud obnoxious voice could not be heard over the bickering by anyone besides Nala.

"He is drained from all the fighting, he has tried to stop them before it just doesn't work. She has yelled at Wes for being late like five times now. They are too involved in their bickering to even realize they are just repeating practically the same conversation over and over again" explained the brilliant psychic type. Her explanation didn't get heard all the way because the flying type had taken off halfway through to fly around aimlessly. The female's purple eye lids squinted over her brilliant, green eyes.

Lady Moore broke the repetitive cycle of arguing as she flipped a silver key at Zan. His reflexes kicked in and he went to catch it but he was too slow and was pegged right in the forehead. Zan stumbled back in a daze, his eyes replaced with spirals.

"That is your key to our room. It's cheaper to share a room just, don't try anything or I'll break your skull. The little Bartrin Prince can just go sleep in his mansion. Or he can find a dumpster to live in, he would fit in there. I have things to do now, we leave tomorrow morning early." Lady Moore swiftly spun on the back of her right heel spreading her hair out like a wave.

"I'm sure you can just get in with me and sleep on the floor" Zan mentioned to Wes, picking up the silver off the dull ground.

"I don't need it, I don't need to sleep tonight. Good ridden she is gone, I have things to do too." Just like that Wes spun around and took off in the opposite direction. His spin was a lot less grateful than Lady's. Zan was left twiddling his thumbs alone with his pokemon.

"Funny how things work out, show up with two comrades and yet we are alone." Zan put on a fake smile and let out a more fake laugh.

"Yeah sure, funny. Zan your companions suck and they are bringing you down. Sometimes you just have to spot a sinking ship while it is still afloat. Anyway I don't like this place, put me in my ball" Nala requested. Zan sighed and his gloomy look returned, more intense than before. His psychic type was returned, leaving the male with just his obnoxious bird. "Well then. Wes and Lady have both warned me about this place and Nala doesn't like it either. But, I don't get what is so wrong with it. What do you say Augment, why don't we go around and see what all the hype is about?" Augment circled around Zan's head a few times playfully before coming to a rough halt on his shoulder, bumping into the human's head as he tried to stop.

"Do we really even need to explore. Can you not feel that?" Zan's head and ears perked up as he darted his head around, trying to pick up the 'signal' that Augment was feeling. Even after some deep breaths to relax and focus, Zan couldn't feel anything abnormal.

"I'm not getting anything, what feeling are you talking about?"

"The feeling of, uneasiness, of terror. I'm not sure but it is unpleasant, kind of like your cooking." The brunette gave his pokemon a solid tap with the side of his head.

"Hmm, maybe it's a pokemon thing?"

"I guess."

"Well now I am even more curious to find out what is going on. Also now that we are alone, we need to find out about the pokemon battling scene that goes on here. Maybe we can get two birds with one stone, let's go!"

About two hours later the two boys collapsed on a park bench in disappointment. They both sighed as Zan stretched his arms. The arms quickly dropped back to the ground without a drop of energy left. Zan was not tired or exhausted, but defeated.

"The people here suck. They won't talk about a single thing" complained Zan. Augment nodded along before flying off of Zan's right shoulder and moving to his left.

"You know why they wouldn't speak about anything containing the cities gloom or the lack of wild pokemon right?" replied Augment. Zan's posture tightened up as his aura got more serious.

"Fear."

"…oh, I thought it was just because they are sucky people" chimed in the bird. His answer was humorous but he wasn't joking. Zan's expression still did not lighten, it was very rare to see him like this when battle was not concerned. The current Zan was even more serious than when confronting a battle.

"Once you have experienced fear you can read it off of others like a book" explained the brunette. "Now then I want to find the source of this fear."

"And how will we do that when no one will talk about it genius?" questioned the faithful bird pokemon.

"The fear is likely stemmed off something or someone. We just have to find the place that everyone is avoiding and our target should be in there. Now what do I plan to do once we find this source of fear? I have no idea." The bird and human quickly look towards each other at the same time.

"On a whim" they chanted simultaneously right before Zan rose to his feet re-energized.

The scenery changed to a rather lush looking room. The carpet was a rich red color and the walls were a lighter but brighter red. Trophies stemmed off all the shelves all across the room. The room itself was rather gigantic. It had to fill a large desk complete with a computer, as well as a plasma screen television, a pool table and an assortment of couches. This was certainly not a poor man's apartment. The scenery outside of the several windows was a rather small Jubilife city. That was because this room was the highest place in the entire city. A large G sign hung below the south facing window. The room was not empty, a younger man embraced with silk robes was slung over the pool table. He was just facing himself, playing for both sides of the billards game. His medium length hair was back in a ponytail. It didn't look raggedy like most long hair for men, instead it made him come across as sophisticated and posed. It helped he had that rather rich, business man voice. Which fit him since that's exactly what he was. This man was the chairman of the G, the most prominent business in Sinnoh. His name was Charles Gaigax. Whenever he wasn't shooting a pool ball there was the sound typing on a keyboard. That was due to the female character placed at the room's large, wooden desk. It was an old school desk, which was obvious because it was made out of wood. Most desks were now being constructed from plastic. The female behind the desk had pale skin which was brought up by her overflowing white hair that had been combed backwards. The backwards comb brought out the black streaks marked in the hair. Her dark blue eyes dialed in and focused on the information on the screen.

"Prince the reports have been confirmed that Lady Moore has returned to this city" reported the white haired gal with a worried tone. But the man just simply snorted in reply.

"My dearest Vraska, we know Lady came through here before going to Canalave. It should be no surprise that she came back this way" the robed male replied. Those words weren't enough to sooth the assistant.

"She was already caught snooping around some of our factories. All it takes is one big figure to show up and make Sky feel like she can defeat us, then there will be war. Clive Barten's son has showed up as well. We have to watch out for the big movers." A repetitive laughter came from the pool table. The robed man was clearly enjoying himself after that last comment.

"That no good boy is not a big mover. Even his father has amounted to nothing really. Lady Moore is just nosy. But she is impatient, once she can't find anything she will move on out of this city, which will be by early tomorrow I bet. And besides if anyone gives us trouble we have ways to dispatch them. Worrying is bad for your beautiful complexion. Now come over here, the only better billards opponent than myself is you." The woman let out a deep sigh as she let her fingers run through her hair. Regrettably Vraska stood to her feet. This revealed the woman had a on a tan blouse tucked into a tight, black skirt. She was dressed professionally unlike her boss. He was still her boss though so she approached him to satisfy his order. And besides he was right, she was the best pool opponent for him.

Night had long set in Jubilife now. It was two in the morning and the city was empty. The only thing lingering about besides the buildings was a rough cloud of smoke. The smoke was not linked to an explosion or a fire, but it was linked to one of the plentiful power plant-esque buildings in the city. The smoke was simply due to the building's heating lines being cut. As this was happening a force was exciting the building, completely hidden in a cloak. The word Grave had been ingrained in the concrete in front of the building.