Eye of Staraptor
she/her
25
october 19
camphrier town, kalos
bisexual
pr strategist
ace
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Selena Desmarais
 | Information first before pitching. That's what her editor said.
Sweat running down her face and heat exuding from her body, Selena really tried so hard not to summon Totec, her Hawlucha, to give a lift to Mt. Pyre's summit. Her payroll still remains in her boss's custody even after pitching a really good story.
"Century-old archaeological breakthrough dug in Mt. Pyre," her hands panning in the air, trying to convince her senior with something truly unconvincing.
Because in full honesty, Selena knew no one really bothered reading the science section of newspapers, especially the archeo column.
Selena did not really want to be working with the science people. Not because they bored her or something, but because she wanted more time to follow her lead on the Team Rocket, which she thought intriguied anyone she pitched her angle to except for her editor.
But the newspaper company that she worked for almost killed the science team's budget if not for the insistence of their sponsors. Seeing how Selena has already established a career in the field of journalism, her editor opted to put her in the team so that she could save the science boat from drowning.
And now she's drowning with them.
In an ill manner of fate, Selena found herself in the same shoes as the young archaeologist who asked for her help. His story was the only thing that made this trip interesting enough to be even worth pursuing.
Inside the science community, no one really wanted to fund for his research because he has yet to make a name for himself. And so he grabbed his shovel and archaeological kit and hiked the top of Mt. Pyre, digging and hoping to find some breakthrough for his career. And when he finally did, the archaeologist was filled with amusement and satisfaction, he gloated to his colleagues about the discoveries he made.
He was foolish to do so. After his alleged breakthrough in geological history, many scientists tried to hike the Chert-filled mountain to claim the subject as theirs and that compromised the status of his research.
Selena was his only hope.
He wanted her to publish the story as soon as possible in order to prevent others of stealing credits from his own hard work. But then, her pitch was denied. There's no way to help the man whose earnest work Selena deemed rewardable.
No one is to be blamed, after all. Even the archaeologist didn't know what's really inside the hole he dug that is full of unseen relics and artifacts.
Selena made it a point to help him despite having her story rejected. She told the archaeologist that she would go by herself to Mt. Pyre and help with the excavation. If not for the rewards she would receive after, this would give her primary access to information she needed to write the story.
After reaching the her last flight of stairs, a foggy plateau welcomed Selena on the summit. The lady thought it would be easy once she passed the cemetery.
She finally called Totec, who flew right into the skies before swooping back to the ground. She needed him if she were to look for the marker the archaeologist left at the excavation site.
"Totec, use your wings to clear the fog."
The hawlucha flew into the air and flapped its wings so intense, the gust cleared the veil of mist draping the rocky mountain, until it went back again after a few seconds.
"I would apologize in advance if I'm making you overwork, Totec. But we need to find the excavation marker."
Selena scanned the area with nothing but poor vision and chills. She would remember next time bring some jumper. It helped her to look only on the ground as there was really nothing to see if she held her head high. Totec cooperated so well but his efforts were almost futile in the thick fog engulfing the sacred mountains.
Just as the hawlucha briefly stopped moving its wings to rest, Selena tripped over a conic figure on the ground. A marker? she wondered, as she lifted her haid from the ground, revealing the excavation site right at her face and someone's feet beside the pit. |
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