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Potential interest in Black Tortoise as a Magical Boy, if that's not too inconvenient. Also 262144?
I like that Mushuro and Verdier's response for 'capturing a ship' involves making adorable eyes at the enemy crew until portions of them apparently surrender or forget to fight.
The corruption and foulness that flows through this city always tries its' best to sully me, drag me down to its' level. But tonight after struggling against it I emerge still unstained and unhalting in my pursuit of evil.[i]

This was what Horatio wished his thought process was as he narrowly avoided trailing his boots and cloak through the puddle of...ick that he almost stepped in after he landed from above and heroically stumbled out of the alleyway, but in reality his actions and thoughts tended more towards "Gross gross gross gross yuck I hate this alley why is it so dirty keep-it-off-keep-it-off-ick!" All of which pretty much wrecked the image of 'stoic and serious hunter' he was going for along with casually destroying any attempts at stealth he was trying to make.

Nevertheless he half-stumbled half-dashed into a wider, more mainstream road while searching for any Dolls, Puppeteers or other interdimensional ne'er-do-wells stalking the night. He was sure there must be some around here somewhere, though he wasn't exactly positive where. So in the interest of at least finding [i]someone
out doing things tonight he wandered the streets, searching. There were probably other Doll Hunters active tonight too, though Horatio had yet to meet any others aside from his master for more than one or two odd, brief visits.

While he walked, thinking of meeting evil foes or other Doll Hunters or evil foes who were other Doll Hunters, he supposed the worst thing that could happen would be for tonight to be boring.
Will try and inject some life back into this over the next few days if the primary GM and other players are still interested. I've been traveling and having computer difficulties for a while.
In reply to Rin
Rin said
Aw... It's a shame, too, since a lot of people aren't going to get to see it because it's going to be the first super sentai since Jetman that isn't adapted into a Power Rangers series (most likely because the merchandising isn't as extensive as the series that came after it, too). Annoyingly so, seeing how it's one of my favourite sentai series, and a big part of that is because Enter is such an amazing villain.

BUSTAH READY GO!~ It's morphin' time!

*ahem*

I mean, I've seen parts of Go-Busters! In fact it was on TV the other day! Enter is the awesomest of awesome.

Also yeah, can we PLEASE try and keep the discussion RP related a little? It makes it really really hard to follow for people like me who can only get on once or twice a day at times and I don't want to screw up in the RP because someone said something relevant but it got buried under a bunch of chattiness, please?
Horatio's intro post done. Hope it's okay.
As dusk settled in across the city, a figure looked out over the rooftops of Saulbine from the height of the King Clock's tower, watching as the panoramic city view switched from pumpkin orange and gilded metal to noble purple and finally to the infinite blacks, blues and greys of night as if repeatedly swept over by the hand of an invisible painter. The figure often came up here to look at the city, the sight of it reminding him of why the task he undertook each night was so important. But now the night winds were tugging at the long hooded cloak he wore, reminding him that it was time to go. So, he stepped out of the tower's interior and fell.

It was a perfectly controlled fall and stopped short when he landed on one of the immense clock hands, rolled to absorb the impact and then leaped off in one motion, being fortunately light and small enough to impact without damaging the clock. His leap carried him clear of the building-less space directly around the clock and he hit the rooftop of the nearest building with barely any sound as he tucked and rolled to take the impact then ran on fluidly, leaping gaps between buildings with ease before sliding down a drainpipe and into an alleyway. Oddly, chose to all of this while internally narrating his own actions.

I slipped into the alleyway quietly, just another shadow. Some people are afraid of the darkness that clings to things in alleys, but I know better. The true darkness is out there somewhere, hungry, and otherworldly. But I do not fear that either, for I am the hammer that will nail shut the breach between worlds. As I move out of the alleyway, the city's truths open up to me. The night is too still and the people that would normally bustle around hide in their homes. The air carries the scent of fear with it, stinging and stale like-

"Ewww gross that's pee! Aaah ick-icky-ick gross why would there be pee here!?" 12-year-old Horatio Jeremiah Bouken- middle-schooler, aspiring novelist and Doll Hunter-flailed desperately to stop his cloak from getting wet.
This is still going right?
haha, not likely. =P Also the way you said that makes me think you didn't bother looking at who my character actually was before you said that, which kinda makes me sad.
Pft.

if Horatio finds out, he'll be extremely hyperactive and happy about finally fighting an enemy younger/smaller than he is.
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