Thunderdale

Jackson was standing on a training field with his noctowl/mightyena fusion. Although, it wasn’t really a field. Being that they were in the underground city of Thunderdale there weren't really fields like someone might find in Grovehart or Rivertide. Instead, the training area was made from black asphalt with faded white lines. It was lit up by nearby light posts and nearby metal, grungy buildings that surrounded it. Thunderdale was exactly the prettiest or cl...

Jackson and Atlas were now back on a patch of flat, barren terrain on the surface above Thunderdale. After he had last trained with Atlas the pokemon had completely obliterated their wooden dummy. Which, of course Jackson didn’t mind because it just showed how much stronger his pokemon had become. The trainer had immediately started work on a new target device, using his tech skills to try and make something that would withstand the noctyena’s attack. Howeve...

In the time since Jackson had started taking his training with his partner pokemon, Atlas, more seriously the two had grown much stronger. Of course they had grown physically stronger, even with his injured leg Jackson had a lot more endurance and muscle strength. However, the two had also grown even closer as a team and with their knowledge. Battling took a different sort of connection between person and pokemon, with both trusting each other. It also took some...

Finn He still regretted fleeing to Thunderdale, of all places. The city was run by Cynic, and he knew fairly well that Cynic had its fair share of dealings with The Spill. The hacked TD at least gave him some ability to hide, but knowing The Spill, that wouldn't change a damn thing. They would still know where he was and would still be able to track every step he took. There were eyes everywhere, and that was especially true in Thunderdal...

Where did it go? The blond young woman looked around, glancing down each alley she and Maggie passed by as they walked. Well, Maggie more waddled than walked, trying to keep up with Omega’s naturally quick walking speed. Omega paused to let her catch up, shoving her hands into her denim jacket’s pockets. It was that time of year that things got cold, especially here in the underground city that was Thunderdale. Sure, some areas were warm, but overall, there ...

Omega stared at her smartphone, her chest tightening like a coil of steel cables. She swallowed, trying to return any form of moisture to her mouth that she could. How the frick did she even read this kind of map? Her phone, which definitely needed an update, had lost signal thanks to the high charge of electricity that abounded in Thunderdale. It was almost like static electricity constantly prickling at her skin, especially near the surface or near the exits t...