TEN YEARS LATER MEME (Brave New World Edition)....

[inthenameofthemoon]

Welcome to the future! Ten years later to be exact. Give or take. Whatever.

This is your chance to play around with whatever ideas that might be floating around in your head about what you think your character(s) will be up to in game, ten years later so write up a prompt and people can ICly respond back to them!

What's your character been up to? Are they still in Union? Are they travelling? Have they accomplished all they've set themselves up to do? Are they married? Single? Do they have no idea what they're doing with their life? Have they become the greatest Pokemon Master?!

Just a few things to think about, but really, there's no limitations on what your character could be doing! Go wild and have fun!

*disclaimer: anything posted into this meme is meant for fun and not a future set in stone for your character you know. even though I'm posting this with a character whose canon is all about past present and future. C_C there's no irony in this at all!

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[outtahere]

The port had grown over the past ten years, as had the fleet that used it. The original building still stood, and Pathfinder still docked at the same pier it always had, but both had long since been overshadowed by what had come after. Banzu's workshop spread along the shore, a jumble of roof-lines, short towers, and oddly-shaped structures. Set farther back from the water was the tower that held offices and the Harbor Operations room, and next to the tower was the enormous dome of the port's habitat. Homes and businesses lined the streets, their owners having come because for the larger homes they could have here for the same price as a smaller one in Union. Others had come for less pure reasons; the port had a reputation for not looking too deeply into its residents' activities so long as rents and fees were paid on time. Despite the complaints of those who owned large manors, that didn't seem like it would change anytime soon.

Extending into the water were multiple piers, with various ships coming and going: Sojourner, departing with passengers to the Tropical Island; Opportunity, waiting to take on more cargo; Progress, returning with trade goods from one of the seafaring civilizations that Union had contacted; Ranger, shadowing Progress with guns ready to deal with any pirates or Pokémon that might attack; Voyager, resting in Drydock Two for repairs after its last attempt at crossing the ocean; Mariner, Banzu's personal ship, docked as usual. And many more, both from Union and the various civilizations that sailed the seas. Ships of the sea weren't the only ones at the port, however. New Horizons and Dawn both flew through the skies, providing fast travel across the land. As long as the sun shone, the port was a place of comings and goings.

And Banzu? At 27 he was still single, and still receiving offers of marriage from people who would love to have access to his wealth and influence. His involvement with the normal operations of the port and trade routes had dwindled to almost nothing recently, being left to various underlings. He had a project he was focusing on, one that everything else was starting to feel secondary to.

His Klinklang, Smeargle, and Lucario at his sides, Banzu stood on the observation platform, forearms resting on the railing. With living metal growing from his skin and wearing dirty work clothes, the other people at the observation platform assumed him to be just another sailor or dockworker, rather than a man whose wealth could put many noble houses to shame. The sight that the observation platform showed was impressive and caused jaws to drop when people saw it for the first time.

Before them was a construction yard that spanned acres, and in it was an enormous bird of glass and metal, a machine that surpassed anything and everything that had been built even before the war. It had been under construction for over a year now, and it was almost done. He knew that there was an endless stream of discussion and suggestions about what to name it, but from the moment he had begun to draft the blueprints it had already had a name.

It was Freedom, and on the wings of freedom he would fly until he'd seen the world.

[wherenoonegoes]

Toothless alights on the deck, and his rider dismounts. While Hiccup would never be the size of Stoick, he was somewhat taller than he was as a teen, and built with a wiry strength. At some point during the last decade, he'd lost part of his left leg, replaced with a prosthetic.

"I still say making the airship that large was overkill," he said to his fellow engineer.

[outtahere]

"And I still say that being able to carry a small habitat full of Pokémon around is worth it," he replied casually. "Especially if you're leaving the range of the Warp Transmitters."