Post by FERNANDO ELIARD SILPH on Jan 28, 2019 6:41:36 GMT
|few dare venture to where the streetlights end. much less now that slateport is overrun. the days of bright, boisterous markets are now overturned like the stalls that litter the streets. only those that wear the red rocket tag dare make a name for themselves here, finding solace in the ruins. before, slateport was far from perfect, fernando well acquainted with its slums. now the whole city is a slum, a disaster zone.|
not unlike any other instance of venturing outside, fernando keeps to a different persona. his look is too high profile in itself. one of hoenn's top officials warrants too much attention for him to navigate the streets unhindered. here, he is no different from any other rocket. it isn't hard to cop a rocket uniform, much less when he still has old garments from Ainsley Delta before she went mia. this time he's lookING for something specific, combing the streets to find something that got left during the invasion.
invisible to the naked eye, fernando never travels alone. his confidence lies on the too unseen pokemon that observe from a distance, essentially his eyes and ears.