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So much to explore! So many pokemon to speak to! I'll stick with the easy one.

I would like to Interview 32. Pashin the Fletchinder.



Good afternoon, fellow flying falcon-mon. I'm new in town and just trying to get a lay of the land. It appears that things around here can be kind of dangerous...

Would you mind giving me a verbal tour of Exacta as a whole, and a brief history? And...do you know anything about the Stalkers?
Interview Rapport: PERFECT!
**Same Species line!**

You make your way out of the Emissary Base at the steel mill and you fly south, seeing if you can get any valuable information from some of the locals within the refuge area. The air itself feels dusty and a bit hot, but at least it’s not unbearable.

While flapping your wings and ascending high into the air, you get a better look and idea of the layout of the refuge area from above, as well as the Reach far into the distance. Despite the OMEN disaster happening three years ago, it doesn’t look like very much progress was made in terms of rebuilding what was lost, but you find it’s likely not the fault of the Exacta City civilians who are just trying to survive and can’t even perform repairs without the threats of ghouls and chimeras going after them. Not to mention even after three years, the contamination from OMEN is still strong, making you wonder if it’s like some biological mutagen radiation that no one has been able to figure out, yet. It almost baffles you, and now they’ve got Stalkers to deal with on top of everything else.

You can totally see why Emissaries were called in to help out around here…

With a few more flaps of your wings, you make it toward where other Pokémon residing in the refuge community are staying. You ask if anyone knows where Pashin is, and you’re able to get the answer relatively quickly from a friendly but very tired-looking Gothorita. Turns out Pashin works at and runs the Freshtastic Supermarket and Farms and this Gothorita shops there on a regular basis. But she also gives you a slight warning. Turns out Pashin tends to be a bit cranky and really doesn’t like the job he was assigned to…

You heed her advice and head east toward the large supermarket facility. As you look down upon the large and formerly white but now dirty and tan building, you can see it has taken some damage from the recent earthquakes, but still remains functional. Still, you glide your way down toward the entrance and land upon the dusty ground with your talons. After folding your wings, you head inside through the double steel sliding doors to see what help Pashin might be able to provide.

Once inside, you see the large supermarket has been adapted to not only sell food and store food, but to grow it as well as plenty of makeshift greenhouses and gardens have been set up and organized to provide the most ideal lighting and temperature conditions away from what’s going on outside.

You find Pashin the Fletchinder, tending to some of the crops with a large, steel watering can that he’s been carrying in his beak. He looks a bit irked and doesn’t seem to be enjoying the job at all, but he does seem to know what he’s doing. The peppers, onions, and other vegetables that have been growing in this particular garden area have been doing pretty well.

You introduce yourself, and when Pashin looks to you, it seems to lift his spirits a bit. Not to mention it gives him a moment to take a break.

“Good afternoon, fellow flying falcon-mon,” you greet him. “I'm new in town and just trying to get a lay of the land. It appears that things around here can be kind of dangerous...”

“Pft, yeah, welcome to Exacta,” Pashin remarks cynically, rolling his eyes in distain. “Home to billions of problems and then some. Before you, I present problem #438,391, ungodly boredom in the form of growing plants.”

“Would you mind giving me a verbal tour of Exacta as a whole, and a brief history?” You ask. “And...do you know anything about the Stalkers?”

“Exacta, yeah…” Pashin sighs, kicking aside his watering can. “Well, I can say that before OMEN, Exacta wasn’t too different from most other cities similar to… well, wherever you’re from. It was ruled by King Vamien and Queen Nytalia and they had a daughter, Samona, and a son, Hemon. Meanwhile, we’ve always had Aurorawatch, which serves as the kind of military and police force. Really nothing out of the ordinary, things were okay, I guess. There were on and off days, good years and bad years.”

“And then, yeah, three years ago,” Pashin grimaces for just a bit of a moment. “OMEN. Killed an estimated three hundred thousand Pokémon in total but honestly, no one knows what the real count is. The weird ass thing that no one understand is where the hell this thing came from and why someone would set it off here. Some say it’s a bomb from some country that hates us. Maybe Mecras and Evental. We didn’t get along from some nasty politics and trade regulations, but this wouldn’t have been something they typically do and there was no threat or forewarning. So I dunno. No one knows. No one saw or heard a bomb drop from the sky, so someone on the ground had to put it there and probably went full suicide with it. Well, it went off, killed a whole truckload of people, including King Vamien and Prince Hemon right while they were in the Southern Reach. And it killed some more after some of Pokémon their become freaks, and those freaks killed more people. And they’re still killing Pokémon even today.”

“Everything changed right after that,” Pashin shakes his head. “I lost my job and had to find work in this new ridiculous economy and society we’ve got going on now, only to get assigned to this place. I lost contact with family, I have no clue where my dad is, but frankly, he was always an asshole to me anyway, so screw it, I’ve been on my own, living in a tent in the parking lot of the mall and working here. Growing peppers and onions in a supermarket with a stupid name, because hell yeah, that’s what our species was intended to do, right? It’s retarded. What’s even dumber is technically they’ve said ‘I’m in charge’ of this joint, but I can’t make any major management decisions. I have a feeling this arrangement was only made because the owner of this place before, Hubacu, a Shiinotic, died from a drug overdose. Not surprised, that guy was always clinically depressed even before OMEN.”

He kicks the steel watering can a bit just to get some of the frustration out.

“So that’s where we are today,” Pashin growls a bit. “Right now, the refuge area, where we are, is always on the defensive from the ghouls and the chimeras. I don’t know what Aurorawatch plans to do besides sitting around, but so far, they haven’t had much luck in taking control of the Northern Reach and forget the southern part. And then you have the Knaves in the Southern Reach, just past the river. Let me tell you, Aurorawatch doesn’t like the Knaves, but thankfully they’re not trying to actively kill each other. I guess we’ve both realized the last thing both sides need is more enemies. But yeah, the Knaves feel Queen Nytalia is a pile of crap and I see why they feel that way, but I just don’t give a damn enough to get caught up in any of those politics.”

“Exacta City now is mainly abandoned,” Pashin explains. “Some of these places haven’t been looked into for years, while others get visitors just trying to see if there’s valuable stuff laying around. It’s against Nytalia’s orders to go plucking around out there, but it’s an order that’s virtually impossible to enforce. The Knaves don’t care, they head in there all the time and some of them have gotten damn rich from scavenging out there. Others, like me, head out sometimes with friends during the night to see what’s around.”

“Hey, on that note, I know a guy,” Pashin tells you, whispering a bit. “He has a secret store in the Kenja Apartment Building. Look for Apartment #114. His name is Kresh and he’s a Greedent that sells some pretty decent weapons and stuff. Mention my name, because I get a discount for new customer referrals. Not too many know about it, but if Aurorawatch were to find out, they’d shut him down and order him to come to the refuge area where instead of enjoying making weapons that he’s good at creating, they’d probably have him growing some more damn peppers and onions like I’m doing right now.”

“Stalkers… yeah, there’s weird crap going on with them,” Pashin tells you, “but I’ll admit, I don’t know too much. I’ve only heard the stories from others. Quite frankly, if anyone has figured anything out about them, it’s really the Knaves. The civilians here only stick this this area and Aurorawatch sometimes goes into the Northern Reach, but it’s really the Knaves who get out there and have probably seen all sorts of stuff. I think if you ask them, they’ll share something. Unlike Pokémon here, they actually have the balls to fight ghouls and not be so damn intimidated by them”

“Well, damn it, I’ve gotta get back to work,” Pashin sighs hard, kicking the watering can again. “At least my shift is over in two hours and I can close and go home for a while. Well, guess it was nice meeting you, Flare, but yeah, despite the store being in my name, I barely get a cut from the sales, so don’t feel bad if you don’t shop here. I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

You nod, having gained a better insight regarding the current situation and what transpired here before OMEN. As the sun begins to set outside, you decide to head back to the steel mill to prepare your plans for tonight.

Flare the Talonflame (M: Fire/Flying)
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Battle Stance: Ferocious
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