BIG Catch (Real, not fake)

"Yeah, I thought it'd make a few pools." The Giant Shrine, Lucky had meant. After countless spires (to Lucky, anyway, who felt too lazy to count) rose into the sky, it was only a matter of time before the next rainfall would come to bear upon the cloudy land of the Surge Steppes. From there, it was only a matter of time until one of the many craters left behind would bear water great enough to be considered by the game as a fishing spot, new spawns and all. Lucky himself was glad that the first place he had checked was the home of the enigmatic Shrine itself.

It was almost as if it had left a little gift behind for poor Lucky Guy, the shrine's oh-so favorite visitor... surely that was why his party got injured so often near the place, so that he could have the pleasure of visiting the shrine more. Surely. And while he was making excuses, surely the reason that he had no prospects for Valentine's day was because people he knew were just intimidated, right? It couldn't be, in any way, that he was a coding nerd who made jack all of an effort to leave her house in real life, someone who had no prospects other than a DM from friend Orion to hang out and chill as felllow dude-buddies.

Lucky rarely felt as if he had a good day when he was sitting beneath the Giant Shrine, or even the remains of where the Giant Shrine once stood. The somber air of the place had that effect on Lucky, even if that very air was actually quite similar to his own home in Ireland. Something oppressive stood omnipresent within the plains at all times, something that refused to be ignored yet would never stoop to reveal itself to mortal eyes.

His rod had cast a line into the crater below before he had stopped his own train of thought, a rebellious cry against the stale pool of water sitting within that echoed in the ripples thereafter.

"It's the Giant Shrine, mucker. S'got to be jammers-up with the biggest fish we'll ever see... Well, besides that karp in the raid. And the--that other fish in the raid." It was surprising to Lucky that he could so much as mention the thought of Kyogre nowadays. It seemed that he had been getting used to the memory of his time in that red world. He still wasn't okay with the thought, not one bit. It seemed, though, that he could tolerate the memory of it now.

The Giant Shrine, in Lucky's honest opinion, laughed at the heavy sentiment that had taken root in his shoulders. The thunder rolled gently away into the horizon, off to scare some Pokemon yonder away.