Rex
Resident Furry
Here events on the GTS+ side of the Role Play ALTERNATE|ETANRETLA will be chronicled. In worse case scenarios, should the GTS+ RP die, this will take its place as the opposite to the Charms side and move forward as a fic.
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When they reached Outpost Opelucid, the first thing that hit Reese was all of the snow. It was mid-August, the time when Hoenn was its hottest. And yet, Unova was snowing. Reese had only seen snow once or twice in his life; it usually didn’t get cold enough in Hoenn for it. Thus, even with his coat and Mikhail standing next to him, the Buizel was cold.
The outpost wasn’t all that interesting. A few black and blue buildings stuck out of the snow, the last remaining human buildings in the city. They had been repurposed for the outpost, and thus were under constant repair. Opelucid had been a technological center for Unova and the rest of the world, a city always on the move and looking forward, tradition and history be damned. Interestingly enough, its last Gym Leader had been an older gentleman, probably the oldest thing in the city.
Up on a hill, in the center of the town, was the largest still standing building. Done in the style of the rest of the surviving buildings, it was a bit of a tower. When humans were still around, it was city hall, as well as the home of the last Gym Leader and his granddaughter. The outpost used it as the center of operations, and thus, it was Reese and Mikhail’s destination.
“You really think we’re going to find anything?” Reese asked.
“Never know,” Mikhail replied, “I’m sure just about any human crap in that frozen wasteland will be worth something.”
“But, what’s the thing we’re actually here looking for?” said Reese.
“The job description said that they wanted ‘a great human treasure, or something that proves what happened to the humans’,” Mikhail recited.
The Buizel fell silent for a minute. He tried drawing his coat closer to himself, but there was nothing more that the old trench could do to keep more of his body heat. After a minute, he looked up at Mikhail. The Infernape was barely wearing anything, shorts and a sleeveless tunic.
“How are you not freezing?” Reese asked.
“You do realize my head is on fire, right?” Mikhail mused, “Fire Types have a naturally higher internal body temperature; we don’t have to worry about the cold as much as you do.”
“Oh,” Reese frowned. Now he felt stupid. He hadn’t had the time or the money to get any sort of education. At times it annoyed him, or made him feel like he did now. In any case, they were on their way up the hill to the building now. There was no time for any continued conversation now. Mikhail opened the door for him, and entered after the Buizel did. Thankfully enough, it was much warmer inside the building, though, oddly enough, they were the first to arrive.
“So how large is the group going to be?” Reese asked, leaning against the wall next to the door.
“I don’t know,” Mikhail replied, striding towards the center of the room. “I guess we’ll find out once they arrive!”
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When they reached Outpost Opelucid, the first thing that hit Reese was all of the snow. It was mid-August, the time when Hoenn was its hottest. And yet, Unova was snowing. Reese had only seen snow once or twice in his life; it usually didn’t get cold enough in Hoenn for it. Thus, even with his coat and Mikhail standing next to him, the Buizel was cold.
The outpost wasn’t all that interesting. A few black and blue buildings stuck out of the snow, the last remaining human buildings in the city. They had been repurposed for the outpost, and thus were under constant repair. Opelucid had been a technological center for Unova and the rest of the world, a city always on the move and looking forward, tradition and history be damned. Interestingly enough, its last Gym Leader had been an older gentleman, probably the oldest thing in the city.
Up on a hill, in the center of the town, was the largest still standing building. Done in the style of the rest of the surviving buildings, it was a bit of a tower. When humans were still around, it was city hall, as well as the home of the last Gym Leader and his granddaughter. The outpost used it as the center of operations, and thus, it was Reese and Mikhail’s destination.
“You really think we’re going to find anything?” Reese asked.
“Never know,” Mikhail replied, “I’m sure just about any human crap in that frozen wasteland will be worth something.”
“But, what’s the thing we’re actually here looking for?” said Reese.
“The job description said that they wanted ‘a great human treasure, or something that proves what happened to the humans’,” Mikhail recited.
The Buizel fell silent for a minute. He tried drawing his coat closer to himself, but there was nothing more that the old trench could do to keep more of his body heat. After a minute, he looked up at Mikhail. The Infernape was barely wearing anything, shorts and a sleeveless tunic.
“How are you not freezing?” Reese asked.
“You do realize my head is on fire, right?” Mikhail mused, “Fire Types have a naturally higher internal body temperature; we don’t have to worry about the cold as much as you do.”
“Oh,” Reese frowned. Now he felt stupid. He hadn’t had the time or the money to get any sort of education. At times it annoyed him, or made him feel like he did now. In any case, they were on their way up the hill to the building now. There was no time for any continued conversation now. Mikhail opened the door for him, and entered after the Buizel did. Thankfully enough, it was much warmer inside the building, though, oddly enough, they were the first to arrive.
“So how large is the group going to be?” Reese asked, leaning against the wall next to the door.
“I don’t know,” Mikhail replied, striding towards the center of the room. “I guess we’ll find out once they arrive!”