Baked, But not Loaded [Alan]
Oct 28, 2018 9:57:52 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2018 9:57:52 GMT
To say the least about Rustport there was one thing that remained consistent if not absolute.
It was hot.
Not the sort of hot that you'd want to stay in without some form of protection. Not the sort of hot you'd go out and about, adventuring in without some sort of constant drink or resting out of the sun or in one of the many buildings that had cool air. To many this small shanty town was surprisingly comfortable as long as you remained out of the sun and out of the heat. But that wasn't something that they could ignore for too long.
They needed water, they needed supplies. Often more than not they needed exchanges for things that they couldn't get here easily if at all. Water being one of the many things that there needed to either be an import of or there needed to be some wells around to even keep to life.
Desert mons had it easy here.
This furred and chilled shutmon with a surprisingly vibrant cape? Well. She had something to keep herself unaffected by the heat. Something that would of course fight tooth and bloody nail against her normal body temperature. But even without the suit; she would be okay. She could manage. It was uncomfortable with the heavy fur that she had, the leather that this form kept but she was used to discomfort to extreme levels.
The shutmon herself trotted down the street map in hand, mulling over some things as she went. She easily stood a head and shoulders over most that came through here. As most mons like sitting in champion or rookies to conserve energy she simply wasn't one of them. She didn't mind sticking out, it drew more attention to her. Attention that she would use to talk to shop owners, people, guards. Whoever would come her way. It was an easy way of grabbing people's attention.
But there were sometimes where she needed to pay attention too. She could distinctly hear over the small buzz the sound of trailmon pistons coming to a halt and a frown creased over her lips.
"Gonna be difficult to get people to agree to shipments and trading with the trailmon line but..."
The shutmon shook her head and tugged on her goggles, blocking the sun out of her eyes for the most part. The strong tint making it a little harder for her to read her map but it was okay. She had spent most of the morning skipping around this area already. Getting associated with the shops, the people and the last one her list? Was the inn. Though that was a good bit away from where she was...
"Towards the trailmon station I think..."
It was hot.
Not the sort of hot that you'd want to stay in without some form of protection. Not the sort of hot you'd go out and about, adventuring in without some sort of constant drink or resting out of the sun or in one of the many buildings that had cool air. To many this small shanty town was surprisingly comfortable as long as you remained out of the sun and out of the heat. But that wasn't something that they could ignore for too long.
They needed water, they needed supplies. Often more than not they needed exchanges for things that they couldn't get here easily if at all. Water being one of the many things that there needed to either be an import of or there needed to be some wells around to even keep to life.
Desert mons had it easy here.
This furred and chilled shutmon with a surprisingly vibrant cape? Well. She had something to keep herself unaffected by the heat. Something that would of course fight tooth and bloody nail against her normal body temperature. But even without the suit; she would be okay. She could manage. It was uncomfortable with the heavy fur that she had, the leather that this form kept but she was used to discomfort to extreme levels.
The shutmon herself trotted down the street map in hand, mulling over some things as she went. She easily stood a head and shoulders over most that came through here. As most mons like sitting in champion or rookies to conserve energy she simply wasn't one of them. She didn't mind sticking out, it drew more attention to her. Attention that she would use to talk to shop owners, people, guards. Whoever would come her way. It was an easy way of grabbing people's attention.
But there were sometimes where she needed to pay attention too. She could distinctly hear over the small buzz the sound of trailmon pistons coming to a halt and a frown creased over her lips.
"Gonna be difficult to get people to agree to shipments and trading with the trailmon line but..."
The shutmon shook her head and tugged on her goggles, blocking the sun out of her eyes for the most part. The strong tint making it a little harder for her to read her map but it was okay. She had spent most of the morning skipping around this area already. Getting associated with the shops, the people and the last one her list? Was the inn. Though that was a good bit away from where she was...
"Towards the trailmon station I think..."
