Trail #5 - [Video]
[Using the 'Gear. Yeah, Miguel knows he can use it to communicate with other people, real people, that's hundred of miles away, and he can even see them sometimes on this thing, but it's still kinda weird. In fact, it's really weird. things like this did not exist back there where he's from!]
[Here he is anyway, situated in a PokéCenter bed by the looks of it, and wrapped tightly in a thick, white blanket. Cerdito is snuggled up by his side, and so is another Pokémon. Both of them appear to be sleeping.]
H-hey you g-guys...
[He tries to offer a smile but his teeth are chattering away and the blanket doesn't seem to be warming at all.]
W-what the hell is u-up with all the... the white c-cold stuff?
[No, Miguel doesn't know snow. He being from 16th century Spain with the Medival warm period and all, you know. He's pretty chill (no pun intended) with it though, and considering all the weird stuff that's been happening since he got here, it's no -wonder- that it's gonna take more than an odd wheather change to faze Miguel.]
Ahah I c-can't say I want to go b-back out there, but I have no money to p-pay for a room so...
[Do Pokémon Centers provide free housing? Miguel doesn't know, and his for once not very convincing smile falters.]
Tulio, if you see this... I made it t-to Azalea.. and it's a really small t-town. Like, really r-really small. I can't g-get any money. Just.. just so you know.
[Miguel is quite sure that he is either going to die or suffer through a horribly cold and painful night and then die if when he's sent back out into the terrible snow. This does not excite him. At all.]
[Here he is anyway, situated in a PokéCenter bed by the looks of it, and wrapped tightly in a thick, white blanket. Cerdito is snuggled up by his side, and so is another Pokémon. Both of them appear to be sleeping.]
H-hey you g-guys...
[He tries to offer a smile but his teeth are chattering away and the blanket doesn't seem to be warming at all.]
W-what the hell is u-up with all the... the white c-cold stuff?
[No, Miguel doesn't know snow. He being from 16th century Spain with the Medival warm period and all, you know. He's pretty chill (no pun intended) with it though, and considering all the weird stuff that's been happening since he got here, it's no -wonder- that it's gonna take more than an odd wheather change to faze Miguel.]
Ahah I c-can't say I want to go b-back out there, but I have no money to p-pay for a room so...
[Do Pokémon Centers provide free housing? Miguel doesn't know, and his for once not very convincing smile falters.]
Tulio, if you see this... I made it t-to Azalea.. and it's a really small t-town. Like, really r-really small. I can't g-get any money. Just.. just so you know.
[Miguel is quite sure that he is either going to die or suffer through a horribly cold and painful night and then die if when he's sent back out into the terrible snow. This does not excite him. At all.]