[ It's the eruption of Cinnabar Island's volcano that brings Green back to that day inside Cerulean Cave.
The news is all over Kanto, on Green's pokégear's radio and on the television stations in the city he reaches later that day. He catches it when he's going through Johto, but he doesn't see it with his own two eyes until a month later. It's played as a natural occurrence on TV and most radio, but a few of the call ins from people who had been near to the island - fortunately, no casualties had been accounted for beyond the loss of homes and the technology departments on the far off island - speak of something different, with even a photo of the supposed real cause spreading across the internet some time later.
It's not a good photo, grainy and taken late at night, but there's something too familiar about it for Green to disregard it too easily.
He doesn't know what makes him head out to Cinnabar, beyond maybe some weird sick fascination he didn't know he had to bear witness to an area once so filled with life. It's not something one gets to see every day, but it's still hard to understand what he thought he would see once he got there. Nothing , yeah-- because that's all there is, and yet who the heck ever gets anything from seeing nothing?
On his way back to the shores of Pallet Town, it finally hits to him why that figure in the photo was so familiar to him.
The pokémon of Cerulean Cave.
That's something Green keeps to himself, despite the questions after that brings, like why -- why would that pokémon be there, and why would Red let it do that? Did Red have a choice? And where were the two of them now-
Green only finds out the answer for one of those odd creatures, and in the most bizarre of events put into place by the legendary pokémon Mew.
It's what leads Green to climbing the hazardous Mt. Silver, his feet crunching under snow, soon indistinguishable over the roaring of hail that comes on suddenly, crushing down as heavy as the air becomes the higher up he gets. There's some relief in the caves, but inside the pokémon are as welcoming of visitors as they were outside. His bag becomes lighter with the use of his supplies that leave a trail of where he's been.
Time gets lost to him, though the blanket of snow can't keep out when the day lowers away into twilight. Some time after each time Green stops, he's sure he sees a light beckoning him further that makes him curse that pokémon. He couldn't help but want to catch it, but he couldn't let go of the nagging feeling it was leading him somewhere. And of all the places, it had to be on this mountain?
He pulls on the coat he's wearing, lucky enough to at least be able to dressed appropriately for the trip up. Ugh, but it didn't make him feel any less lightheaded.
And he was sure this newer cave he had found himself in was going to lead to a dead end... or to a nest of tyranitars. ]
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The news is all over Kanto, on Green's pokégear's radio and on the television stations in the city he reaches later that day. He catches it when he's going through Johto, but he doesn't see it with his own two eyes until a month later. It's played as a natural occurrence on TV and most radio, but a few of the call ins from people who had been near to the island - fortunately, no casualties had been accounted for beyond the loss of homes and the technology departments on the far off island - speak of something different, with even a photo of the supposed real cause spreading across the internet some time later.
It's not a good photo, grainy and taken late at night, but there's something too familiar about it for Green to disregard it too easily.
He doesn't know what makes him head out to Cinnabar, beyond maybe some weird sick fascination he didn't know he had to bear witness to an area once so filled with life. It's not something one gets to see every day, but it's still hard to understand what he thought he would see once he got there. Nothing , yeah-- because that's all there is, and yet who the heck ever gets anything from seeing nothing?
On his way back to the shores of Pallet Town, it finally hits to him why that figure in the photo was so familiar to him.
The pokémon of Cerulean Cave.
That's something Green keeps to himself, despite the questions after that brings, like why -- why would that pokémon be there, and why would Red let it do that? Did Red have a choice? And where were the two of them now-
Green only finds out the answer for one of those odd creatures, and in the most bizarre of events put into place by the legendary pokémon Mew.
It's what leads Green to climbing the hazardous Mt. Silver, his feet crunching under snow, soon indistinguishable over the roaring of hail that comes on suddenly, crushing down as heavy as the air becomes the higher up he gets. There's some relief in the caves, but inside the pokémon are as welcoming of visitors as they were outside. His bag becomes lighter with the use of his supplies that leave a trail of where he's been.
Time gets lost to him, though the blanket of snow can't keep out when the day lowers away into twilight. Some time after each time Green stops, he's sure he sees a light beckoning him further that makes him curse that pokémon. He couldn't help but want to catch it, but he couldn't let go of the nagging feeling it was leading him somewhere. And of all the places, it had to be on this mountain?
He pulls on the coat he's wearing, lucky enough to at least be able to dressed appropriately for the trip up. Ugh, but it didn't make him feel any less lightheaded.
And he was sure this newer cave he had found himself in was going to lead to a dead end... or to a nest of tyranitars. ]