(OoC: If you'd like to keep track of events happening in the GTS+ RP, you can visit viewtopic.php?f=19&t=3341 for a fic!version of them.) BiC: It was snowing in Outpost Opelucid. Snow in August was a rare sight in Hoenn, in fact, it was all but impossible. But here, the frozen wastelands of Unova made snow a common occurrence year round in the still habitable areas of the region. Or at least, that’s what Seifer had been told. Truth be told, the Scizor had never been to Unova in his life. Now that he was, he was trying his hardest not to think about the circumstances that brought him there. The Scizor wore only a black duster, though he kept it in good condition. Seifer had always lived simply. It was one of the lessons the elders of his home village had pounded into his head. Not that there was anything wrong with that. The simplistic lifestyle had suited his wandering tendencies just fine. Unfortunately, he wasn’t in Unova for any old reason. He was here to save the life of the comrade who was walking next to him. Dodger Reinse, a Dewott, his boss, the leader of Black Ops. His best friend, someone he would give his own life for. Black Ops had been discovered, betrayed. In return for the safety of their members, and the secrets their Engineers had discovered, Dodger and Seifer were now hounds of the Mafia. They were here on their own little suicide mission: reach the ruins of Lacunosa Town, and discover what the humans hid there. Thankfully, Dodger had lived in Unova most of his life, and knew what he was doing. Despite his years in Unova, were regulations on clothing were next to nonexistent, Dodger wore a white hooded jacket, and black pants. He also had a light gray newsboy cap on, and a pair of orange tinted sunglasses, which had a very thin frame. The hat was the hat of the working class. It had become something of a uniform for Black Ops, most of its members wearing a newsboy in the same way the Mafia’s men wore fedoras. Seifer took a moment to look at the outpost around him. Most of the human buildings were long gone, having been incredibly old even when humans were still around. The largest that still stood was up on a hill, and showed signs of recent repair work. It had been city hall before humans disappeared. It was a brown building with a red roof, showing an older human style. In the time of humans, Opelucid was an old city, resistant to the technology of the time, claiming to respect history. Amusingly enough, its last Gym Leader was a young girl, the exact opposite of what one would expect. “So they’ll provide a party for us?” Seifer asked, to break the silence. “So I’ve heard, they won’t give me specifics though,” Dodger replied. “So when we survive this, want to visit Kanto for a while?” Seifer grinned, lightening the mood a bit. Dodger chuckled, “How about we round up our friends and family and just move there? Knowing the locals, we could probably sell what ever we discover here and buy a whole city.” Seifer pushed open the door to what was once city hall “Sounds like a plan.” The two Pokemon entered the building, and let the door close behind them. They would meet who ever would be travelling with them here. This center of humanity history, and current base of operations for the outpost, would be the launching ground for their expedition into the frozen east.