[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f373b7fa-e738-4e80-b43b-a1f3ecd13ff5.png[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] Peccary Form [hr][/center]

	At the acceptance of the offer, James gave a slow smile. He didn't get the opportunity to use this form very often, but it did have some amazing advantages to his human physique. It was rather a point of irony that, in life, he was famous for hunting these creatures, and now? Now he had the ability to become a particularly impressive specimen of one. Death certainly had a sense of humor sometimes. 

	The slow smile began to show a pair of enlarged lower teeth on either side of his mouth, which began to elongate and thicken. His eyes remained more or less human seeming, but the rest of him warped and buckled. Limbs grew shorter and more specialized, bones shifted and thickened to accommodate layers of denser, differently shaped muscle. Clothing seemed to disappear entirely, simultaneously being absorbed into his body while thick, dark grey fur grew back out. Boots and hands became rock hard hooves with the slight but necessary flexibility of horn, and his human voice was lost in the more primitive sounds of a great, wild boar. His tusks lengthened and reinforced to the degree of deadly weapons, and lastly a mane-like collar of thick, white fur covered his neck and stretched down he front of him. He [i]was[/i] an impressive specimen of wild boar. 

	James stopped and shook his thick collar of fur out, leaning to one side so that Andromeda could more easily climb aboard. He slowly, deliberately chuffed twice, followed by a noteworthy sneeze that blasted from his protruding, piggy nostrils with substantial force and sent a shiver down his spine. Ok, [i]now[/i] he was good to receive a rider. She had plenty of handholds and, James bet, he could probably still get up some damn respectable speed if she lay forward and held with her knees. Well, they'd figure out the particulars later. Right now, they had someplace to be. When Andromeda was comfortably on board, James took back off at a trot, as not to zoom past the others with his lower center of gravity and ability to run with the power of Pork compelling him. 

	And if no one else did before he got his voice back, James was going to have to make [i]some[/i] goodnatured comment about Andromeda [i]"Riding the Wild Hog"[/i]. Provided he felt the situation out and didn't think he was in danger of getting electrocuted or swept away by a highly localized El Niño. These things were important. 

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Character's current location: [i]Tunnel[/i]
Character's attempted actions: [i]To detect what he can.[/i]
Skills Used: [i]Peccary Form, Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]Utilizing his new and improved Boar senses, in tandem with his Human intellect[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/de19d86a-11f6-49d5-87fd-a095e7da61e7.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] History, Observation [hr][/center]

	[color=a0522d]"Well, certainly there will be enough to go around."[/color] stated Gilbert, supporting his fellow Emendator's statements. [color=a0522d]"It is an Armory. The very nature of it implies that there will be enough for a handful of people and much to spare."[/color] Gil gave a moderately contented smile, seeing that the old lighting system in the tunnels still functioned. This was definitely a "don't make them like they used to" moment, and he was still a little marveled at the idea. The ancients knew what they were doing. But to get back to the matter at hand, [color=a0522d]"My concern is based around the necessity of having to give a crash tutorial on firearms for those who have never had the ability to use them, or have forgotten how since becoming a Paradox. They rather randomly re-acquired abilities to begin with."[/color] He shrugged. It really wasn't anyone's fault, persay. Just the way that the dice landed, both literally and figuratively. 

	He caught the tiny bit of joking from Sophia and gave her a smile. It wasn't the first time something he did brought up a reference from Genesis (the book, not the band), though this probably didn't count as miraculous. Nevertheless, he responded with an almost mirthful, [color=a0522d]"...and there was light. And I saw the light, and it was [i]good[/i]."[/color] He shook his head and sighed, [color=a0522d]"I do regret not meeting the man. We might have had such interesting conversations."[/color] He even sounded a bit wistful. 

	Gilbert did cock an eyebrow at his star pupil's newly acquired method of transportation. Yeah... Looking at it from a mostly objective point of view, it made sense. James could get in more practice with his alternate form as a great, tusked boar, and Andromeda could partly take her mind off of their surroundings, thus making less likely she accidentally discharges lightning or summons a tornado underground. That would be monumentally bad. So if this worked, he might suggest a team up for similar circumstances. Or just because it might strike serious fear in the hearts of evildoers everywhere and/or start a minor religious movement, depending on how effective the combo might be. 

	After a while, Gil announced, [color=a0522d]"The good news is that we are halfway there. The bad news, I suppose, is that we are [i]only[/i] halfway there. But we are on the right track, I am sure of it."[/color]