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POSTED ON Jan 1, 2020 0:15:51 GMT
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[attr="class","spiral"] "Tch."

The loud thud of a boot against the wooden door gives way to the heaving footsteps of a man buried in a bundle of weathered clothes and loose wooloo fur. Each step dishevels the snow caked upon his shoulders, flaking with his movement while he tries his best to steady a pronounced hunch. With a fatigued gasp, he buckles underneath the weight of his cargo before muttering a single fuck underneath his breath.

The spontaneous BLIZZARD seizes them by their unpreparedness, buffeting winds bringing about a turn of weather that none could have predicted. The request for League personnel to handle the migrating Froslass proves more treacherous than first reported. Two to five would've been easy enough for a decorated trainer but more than a dozen proves too much for even the most capable trainer.

Fernando makes it out through sheer luck, expending his own energy with Tapu Fini's Z-Move and his own arsenal of ice type Pokemon. He's able to keep them at bay but proves unable to eliminate the threat with someone else in the crossfire. Retrieval and rescue always proves a more arduous task than extermination.

"People, towels, blankets."

His Weavile runs a single claw against his mane, ruffling snow off its crown as it snarls in reluctant obedience. With one last shimmy of its foot, the creature scampers off on all fours, looking for the closest person to rally over to its trainer's position.

Clinging to the last reservoir of his depleted tank, Fernando uses the rest of his stamina to slug his way over toward the roasting fire that serves as the lobby's seasonal center piece. With a stumbling haul, he sets his cargo on the floor, unwrapping both the obstacle in his way and the subject of his retrieval: . The shift in weight from his backside to the lodge's wooden floor comes with a sudden relief, the pressure of carrying her back gone and replaced with a newfound ache as he rolls his shoulders back.

"Tch." Heavy eyelids steer him to start unwrapping her sweater, doting on her with the dry insides of their mutual winter wear. Anything to keep her dry. The fire will attend to her lack of heat but leaving her wet with snow will prove disastrous if left unchecked. Fernando can feel his own numbness abate with a sour spike in pain as the fire starts to burn away at his rawness. The winter claims another victim and he can only last so long before his own expenditure goes beyond his budget, lulling him into a non-consensual unconsciousness.



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The mission had been simple, direct, easy for a fire-type specialist, easy for her. Except, the information she had received had been inaccurate. Instead of a half dozen or less, Stormy had encountered well over two dozen. The migration of Froslass had been incredibly strong and equally territorial. Something had set them off and she had convinced herself she could handle it. She would handle it.[break][break]

Up until she couldn't. Up until she was caught in the crossfire of their defense while she attempted to steer them away. Despite managing to deter them for a moment, her weakness and her mistake had almost cost her everything. They charged the moment she fell, the moment Arcanine wasn't fast enough to stop the attack. Ice had climbed up her arms and face, seizing her.[break][break]

Reinforcements came because she had called - of course she had. They'd told her to hold back, to wait until more rangers arrived, more help. But her stubbornness, her belief in her strength had encouraged her to push on anyway, that it would be okay. That, chances are, by the time they arrived she'd have it handled already.[break][break]

She was wrong, and now she was strapped to the back of Fernando's shoulders, bundled in blankets and sweaters while she shivered herself into a blank state of mind. She couldn't hardly remember what had happened or where she was when she came to, when she was unceremoniously dropped on the ground near a fire. The warmth stings her frostbitten cheeks, melting the sheer cold that had threatened to break her.[break][break]

The thump thump of her heartbeat is so loud she can't register the murmurs around her, but she blinks awake just a little bit more when her rescuer falls to the ground next to her. Her ice cold hands reach out to brush his cheek, and with a grunt and heave she rolls him over to avoid his fur coat catching fire in the dancing flames. She then sneezes and coughs, her own consciousness fading again as she seeks warmth.[break][break]

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[attr="class","spiral"] Passing out from exhaustion has never been his strong suit. The offset of drowsiness that comes from drinking is something Fernando's accustomed to but this — there are only a handful of instances where he's allowed himself to become so vulnerable and when he falls, he falls hard.

The feeling of Bronwen's hand against his skin goes unnoticed, a sentimental moment befuddled by his own incapabilities, encompassed by the miserable appearance of both Silph's lying on the hotel floor. By the time his Weavile comes back with the Hotel front desk, Fernando's absolutely dead. His Weavile prodding at him with the backhand of its talon sharp claws, careful not to scratch him, but still ends up shaking him violently when he proves unresponsive. Even then, he fumbles with awakening, stirring into an incoherent mumble but able to sit upright with the assistance of his Pokemon.

"Get her good." His worlds are nothing but dribble, placing a hand on Stormy's chest and shaking her as well. It's then that the hotel employee steps in, deeming Fernando incapable and working to fill in where the worn out council man cannot.



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Her skin is cold, too cold, and her breath comes slow and shallow. The warmth of the extra layers Fernando had offered is futile in raising her body temperature. She's unresponsive even when Fernando stirs, her hand falling from his cheek to the hardwood beneath her.[break][break]

The thud of her heart seems to grow quieter.[break][break]

Stormy blinks her eyes open slowly, the light filtering in is blinding and painful and she confused and scared. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels herself being shaken but it's so numb. The room is spinning. [break][break]

One hand moves frantically, clasping Fernando's fingers but she can't feel how tightly she's holding on.[break][break]

Fernando is pulled away and she begins to cry, her thoughts are muddled as someone else eases her to her feet to try and help her.[break][break]

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[attr="class","spiral"] There is little either can do when left in the hands of others.

The two are taken into the closest vacant room on the first floor while emergency care is called for. Due tot eh weather and the threat of the looming Froslass swarm — the very cause that put them in such a situation — there's no promise of a reasonable response time.

Unprepared and caught by surprise, the front desk employee has no idea what to do and panics. Common sense is left up front and they struggle on what to do, dumping both bodies onto the queen size bed and changing the thermostat all the way up. The only other idea they can think of is to throw the comforter and blanket on top of them, running to the bathroom to turn on some hot water, and leave to go find their supervisor to come assist as well.

Fernando's Weavile, the only other person between them, stands in the open doorway to their temporary room and watches the employee run off in an anxiety driven tizzy. It snorts in protest, equally unaware of what to do in such a situation.



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Stumbling into a hotel instead of an actual emergency hospital was probably not the best course of action, but the employees of the building make do with what they can come up with. They toss the two frozen individuals into a vacant room and cover them in blankets. The heat blasts through the vents as they try to help them regulate their body temperature.[break][break]

When Stormy awakes a second time, her hand seeks out familiarity. Panic swells in her chest at how unresponsive her limbs feel, how cold she is and how slow her movements seem. But her fingers bump into something solid and she latches onto it. Relief washes over her as the familiar face of Fernando rests quietly beside her. Under normal circumstances, she might not have been so relieved, but he had rescued her and he was the only familiar face she knew.[break][break]

And he's warm, sort of, now their body heat together could regulate from beneath the comforter. So she curls her fingers tighter around his bicep as she curls closer, resting her cheek in the crook of his shoulder. [break][break]

They're safe.[break][break]

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[attr="class","spiral"] Had he not been just as cold, the feeling of her frigid digits would've been enough to coerce him awake. Instead, her grip is met with unconscious indifference, just as starved for heat as the rest of their limbs as their core struggles to maintain their temperature. It is her face, much warmer in comparison, that will feel his shivers, teeth clattering as his chest thumps in protest.

"Mmnnmm." Fernando groans in protest as he tries to force himself awake. He can feel a slight semblance of his consciousness but it fades in and out against his will. His body will only react to what it needs to, coughing in a fit against the blanket over his face when he turns inward toward Bronwen. Heat is like a magnet and he shuffles closer to her.

What they need is time and with it comes a second chance. Minutes pass by and eventually Fernando comes to. Having Bronwen so close to him isn't what bothers him. It's her own unconsciousness. Her tug at him goes amiss as he reels the comforter back and away from their face. The next thing he does is shake her gently, wondering if she'll awaken.



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Her breathing comes slow, rapid, slow, then steady as her body fights for control. Fights to stay warm, to maintain a sense of stability and security. And in doing so, she searches ever deeper for warmth, for safety. [break][break]

Despite not being alert in the sense that she could understand what was happening, she could feel Fernando shivering next to her as his body fought its own internal battle. He groans and it seems to trigger some sort of alertness from her, as if his stirring might be waking her up as well.[break][break]

The man's cough shakes the bed and the blanket is pulled off of her face. Her damp hair is spread haphazardly across her cheeks. Her skin is pink, clammy and cold, slowly regaining warmth. They sting, everything stings as sensation floods every appendage.[break][break]

She's shaken gently, and one hand rises slowly, clumsily, as she reaches to wipe her face and blink herself awake. She feels heavy and sick, weak and tired and confused. [break][break]

"W-w-why.. why am I so cold."[break][break]

Her voice is barely a whisper as she tries to form a sentence, a thought, the only thought she can conjure. So she tucks her head under Fernando's chin and buries her face against his neck, shivering as her warm breaths tickle his skin.[break][break]

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[attr="class","spiral"]She's awake. Good. That's the first struggle they have to overcome and Fernando finds his whole body aching every time he so much as tries to bend or shift his weight. "You got caught in a snowstorm." That's putting it simply but he can elaborate once she's recovered. His utmost concern is heating her up without sending her into shock. He's no expert in the field nor does he have a good idea of what to do but he knows that dramatically changing from one extreme to another can prove disastrous.

"Fuck."

Considering the turmoil and how much they've been thrown around, Fernando only realizes now that his Pokeballs have been misplaced. He can barely move and doesn't struggle to uproot himself from being Bronwen's pillow. Without being able to see what's around him, he feels around for a Pokeball and realizes that some have came loose from his belt and lay among the items on the bed. Hazarding a guess, he fidgets with the capture mechanism and when it expands the Pokemon that comes out is the last thing he wanted to see: Magneton.

His Magneton levitates at the foot of the bed and stares back at him, dumbfounded. Or at least it looks confused — no one can truly tell.

Defeated, Fernando lays there, his chest contracting in pain when he tries to sit upright. He can move his hands a bit easier and he uses his free hand to snake around her to bring the back of his hand against her cheek, gauging her temperature. "Weavile," he calls out, only now realizing he had let it out earlier. "Find Pyroar's ball. I can't get up."

His Weavile crackles with a mischievous grin before it comes over to feel around under the blankets to find a spare Pokeball.



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Stormy can hear him but she can't seem to connect the dots, can't put together what he's trying to say. Perhaps she's in denial - how could she, of all people, suffer and lose in a snowstorm? She was a fire-type gym leader. That should be impossible.[break][break]

And yet, clearly, it wasn't.[break][break]

He continues to move and fidget and she can hear his noises of complaint, of frustration. He's restless and sore and tired and she can relate. Everything is stiff and sore and tense and she can't seem to collect her limbs in the way she wants to.[break][break]

But at least she's starting to feel a little less frozen. [break][break]

Fernando manages to release a Pokemon and she blinks at the sight of the stunned Magneton and she says nothing. [break][break]

His hand brushes her cheek and it's warm, despite the situation and despite the cold that still grips her core. Stormy breathes a sigh, eyes closing briefly at how oddly comforting the gesture was.[break][break]

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[attr="class","spiral"] It takes a bit of rummaging but the Weavile chances upon one of several Pokeballs. Impatiently, the Pokemon immediately taps the capture mechanism with the smooth of its talons and get lucky with the roll of the dice. The Pyoar that comes out stands beside the Weavile on the side of the bed and stares at the spectacle with equal confusion. It looks toward the bed first, then to the Weavile, then the Magneton, and then back to Weavile.

"Wea," his Weavile explains with a shrug, pointing at Fernando and Bronwen before breaking out into another snicker.

"Pyroar, come here." Fernando catches the tail end of the exchange and grunts for his Pokemon to come forth. The much larger feline looks at the duo awkwardly before laying a paw on the edge of the bed, causing that side to sink in accordance to the Pokemon's weight. With an equally stumbly carefulness, it takes another step toward the middle until it can stand between the two and lays down between them.

The Pokemon's heat is unmatched compared to their own, radiant but controlled unlike dipping either of them into a tub of hot water. The sink continues to flow and threatens to spill without supervision. The sound of someone running outside grows louder as the front desk returns with their supervisor.

Helpless, Fernando lays there, resting his eyes and grimacing as he tries to find the strength to sit up.



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Stormy can hear the Weavile snickering and she can't make sense of if it's being vindictive and sneaky or just.. snickering as any Weavile would. Regardless, it makes her mildly uncomfortable up until the sudden and welcoming warmth of a Pyroar interrupts her thoughts.[break][break]

Much like a cat, it carefully makes its way into the centre of the bed. It sinks down between them and its fur tickles Stormy's cheek. She hums quietly, one hand stretching to bury her fingers in its fur, satisfied by the natural warmth it brings her.[break][break]

The white noise of the running sink lulls her into a half-sleep as she sinks her hand into the Pyroar's fur. Unlike Fernando, so desperate to regain function of his body, Stormy is willing to let exhaustion weigh her down. She's safe here, so she has no desire to fight a battle she isn't capable of winning.[break][break]

"Thank you.."[break][break]

She sighs, her words quiet.[break][break]

"Thank you for rescuing me."[break][break]

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[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando's Pyroar purrs at the touch and cranes its neck toward Bronwen to nuzzle against her. The beast runs its forehead against her body to transfer its scent onto her, the swishing sound of its tail beating against one of the pillows repeating with a scrunching bleat.

"If you're thankful then be careful."

He pauses, remembering Slateport.

"This makes twice."

Any peace and quiet between them is interrupted when the hotel employees finally make it back to the room.

"Christ! Did you already call Fortree emergency services? Let the rangers know as well." The supervisor looks between them all and the various Pokemon erupts into barking orders before walking into the bathroom to turn off the faucet. "Why did you turn on the water too?"

"I thought I could soak a towel in hot water and use it to heat them up!"

The scene of overflowing water is infuriating and he shoos the front desk off before pacing between them thinking what to do.

"Christ." He's obviously panicky and juggling his phone between nervous hands. He starts to dial out and the sound of ringing echoes over his speaker phone.



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Stormy's smile is warm and genuine, and she giggles softly at the affectionate push of the Pyroar's head against her own. It's purring is comforting, and she thumbs her finger across the Pokemon's cheekbone, granting it more praise and admiration.[break][break]

Her smile does falter, however, at Fernando's firm comment. The steadiness of her heartbeat seems to slow down painfully for a moment as a wash of disappointment makes it hard for her to take in her next breath. [break][break]

He's disappointed in her again.[break][break]

Before she could say anything, not that she could ever come up with anything good enough to defend herself, the hotel employees return. They're in a panic, bickering with each other and worrying over their condition.[break][break]

She feels panic come over her at their panic as if she's picking up on their stress on top of Fernando's quiet frustration toward her.[break][break]

"I thought I could handle it. I knew I could handle it. I should have handled it." [break][break]

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[attr="class","spiral"] "You were wrong."

Fernando keeps his voice quiet while the others bicker around them. With his Pokemon already out, he has a sense of security in leaving himself in the hands of others. "Reevaluate what you know and what you wish was true." He barely manages to roll onto his side, back facing his Pyroar as he lets the heat settle along his skin. His will pricks at him to wake up but his body wants to ease back into another sleep.

The sound of water being cut fills the background noise of the room and the conversation of the supervisor calling emergency services fills the once quiet room. His request for someone to come out is granted but the caveat is that no one will be able to make it in a timely manner considering the weather. With a huff, he continues to talk one the phone while making his way outside of the room, standing in front of the door way.




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