This was bad, really REALLY bad. Jerry could feel it, like a uncontrollable beast clawing to get free. The pressure was immense, he had never absorbed this much force before and with the tackle from what seemed to be a cop from the looks of the badge he carried it was just getting worse. As the cop yelled at something floating in the air and a tree flew towards it, bringing whatever it was down Jerry was beginning to lose his composer.
The waves of force were becoming stronger, pushing trashcans, shattering windows, and flinging trash sky high. During the confrontation between the cop and the thing in the sky was Jerry tried to get away, to protect them from him but the pressure was beginning to take control again and it wanted out. Just like Maine. Jerry didn't know what to do, he couldn't walk at the cop was dragging him to an alley and in this part of town nothing good ever happens in an alley.
With strangled words, Jerry said "Y...you need t..to run. C...c..can't hold it back!" trying to warn them of the danger, but as fate would have it it was too late as Jerry's world went black crumbled and exploded around him...just like Maine
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Hmm, I don't think Joseph is trying to attack Jerry Dragon. In fact from what I read he is just trying to get his attention while Jerry runs away.
They just need to bond a little more, I assume the raid on the Cacciatori agents and subsequent slaughter would at least gain some respect for each other so they aren't at each others throats.
Nathan kept on his toes, scanning the area for any more dissenter among the coven. As his gaze crept along the members of the coven they shied away, fearful of the wrath of the right hand. Satisfied with the outcome he switched his gaze toward the pack, some of which had changed into their wolf forms. As he looked around the younger ones avoided looking him in the eye while the older members did not, as an act of defiance or some sort. Nathan didn't really care as long as his point was made and the coven fallowed the rules.
With that the door flung open revealing a wolf bigger than even the alphas that attacked his old coven. It seems Mehmet is as big as a wolf as he is a man. The wolves all shied from his roar as she burst through the kitchen door and many of the coven members flinched or screamed, "Fledglings Nathan thought with a amusement. As Mehmet calmed somewhat, Nathan stood his vigil at the door and waited for Riley to give him more orders. This truce was on rocky ground as is and maybe a little bonding activity was in order. Perhaps killing those Cacciatori agents would suffice?
With a shake of his head Nathan took out a handkerchief he keeps on his person and started to wipe off the blood on his arm, scrubbing as much stink as he could off of him. After discarding the no soiled handkerchief Nathan settled in his position and waited, noting that the fledgling had disposed of the body and was now working on cleaning the blood. Satisfied with the example, Nathan waited for the inevitable rant he would get from Riley.
With that the door flung open revealing a wolf bigger than even the alphas that attacked his old coven. It seems Mehmet is as big as a wolf as he is a man. The wolves all shied from his roar as she burst through the kitchen door and many of the coven members flinched or screamed, "Fledglings Nathan thought with a amusement. As Mehmet calmed somewhat, Nathan stood his vigil at the door and waited for Riley to give him more orders. This truce was on rocky ground as is and maybe a little bonding activity was in order. Perhaps killing those Cacciatori agents would suffice?
With a shake of his head Nathan took out a handkerchief he keeps on his person and started to wipe off the blood on his arm, scrubbing as much stink as he could off of him. After discarding the no soiled handkerchief Nathan settled in his position and waited, noting that the fledgling had disposed of the body and was now working on cleaning the blood. Satisfied with the example, Nathan waited for the inevitable rant he would get from Riley.
Makes sense. I would say actions like biting, punching, headbutts and the such shouldn't have moves but stuff like flame thrower, metal claw, and thunder punch would make you tired.
The air was tense around Grout, as soon as he volunteered some riolu jeered him then started to make a seen. It made Grout a little angry to be honest, so what if he hadn't fought in any major battles or any at all for that matter. But Grout would do this, he had too. If he did this maybe he could get those miners the poke they deserved. Keeping this in mind Grout stood resolute and stayed with his decision.
When the the fight calmed down the riolu, raltz, and scyther had joined the group as well which ment that as much as Grout knew there were five members of this party. Out of all of them he liked the vulpix the most. While she seemed a little wound up, most likely from having to come here against her will. But the other ones werent painting a pretty picture, the raltz was a little confrontational and the riolu was overly arrogant. The scyther hadn't really said much to garner an opinion but he seemed nice enough.
With that Grout dug his paws into the ground, waiting for the meeting to be over so he could get to know his teammates a little better. If he was gong to the mainland he had to know if he could trust them. However an embarrassing development came out when his stomach made a loud rumbling noise, the carriage had came just before feed time and he was suffering the consequences. Looking around Grout couldn't find any metal and with a sigh sat on his hunches, hoping that his rumbling didn't attract unwanted attention.
When the the fight calmed down the riolu, raltz, and scyther had joined the group as well which ment that as much as Grout knew there were five members of this party. Out of all of them he liked the vulpix the most. While she seemed a little wound up, most likely from having to come here against her will. But the other ones werent painting a pretty picture, the raltz was a little confrontational and the riolu was overly arrogant. The scyther hadn't really said much to garner an opinion but he seemed nice enough.
With that Grout dug his paws into the ground, waiting for the meeting to be over so he could get to know his teammates a little better. If he was gong to the mainland he had to know if he could trust them. However an embarrassing development came out when his stomach made a loud rumbling noise, the carriage had came just before feed time and he was suffering the consequences. Looking around Grout couldn't find any metal and with a sigh sat on his hunches, hoping that his rumbling didn't attract unwanted attention.
What is corpse party? I've heard about it everywhere but it never garnered my attention enough to actually look into it.
Christ man, that shits traumatic.
Origin: An unnamed village outside of Port town.
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Class: Soldier, Heavy weapons
Occupation: Bodyguard
Demeanor: Strong, protector
Disposition: Loyal, trustworthy, optimistic
Description:
Collin was raised outside of Port City in a dingy no name little village and as such grew up as a bit of a farm boy. Early morning chores than more chores throughout the day. However that was never the life for him and as soon as he was able he took towards Port City and made a name for himself as a competent bodyguard and soldier for hire. During this time he had several run ins with the Crimson Fists and decided he liked their ideas and chose to join them. Since that moment he was proven himself time and time again that he is a great soldier and uses his formidable strength to use weapons that usually need teams of two to use. While he would be the first to admit that most of those stories are false, he has indeed used weapons larger than one man SHOULD use alone which has lead to several problems. During his time he has learned a great deal about were his loyalties stand and is willing to die for a free Port City. A bit of an optimistic, Collin believes that they can achieve their goals and in failing that spread them like wild fire so as to never truly die.
Skillset:
First and foremost Collin is a soldier built for heavy weapons and as such knows just about how to use, and maintain, all of them. As a bonus he has gained knowledge on how to repair his armor should the outside bits break but should some internal structures fail he would need to see one of the engineers to fix it.
Otherwise Collin knows how to plant and harvest crops for consumption. While he isn't too proud of it he does realized that food is becoming scarce and the resistance is going to need it more now than ever.
Equipment:
Prototype exo-armor. While there are some glitches here and there the mech heads in the RnD department have made a sturdy set of armor that does not slow soldiers down and augments their strength which has also lead to younger members of the Crimson Fist to believe that Collin is a super soldier. However glitches do happen from time to time and usually spring up at the worst of times.
The tempest is another prototype from the mech heads. A "relatively" lightweight LMG that is far more damaging than any other of its type. Mostly outfitted with regular ammo the real beauty of the thing is the specialty armor piercing, in theory, bullets that could mark a shift in the war but Collin has yet to fight a war machine yet.
Basic bionic link located along the spine and at the base of the neck that allows Collin to connect and move the exo-armor, rarely itches....that's a lie.
Late! Late, late late! Grout had been doing a mining job out near the mountains to gain a little extra poke when he had got the letter. It looked expensive with nice paper and a fancy crest. After reading it Grout had learned he had been summoned to the capital, Wisp. He didn't know why he was chosen, maybe it was that noble he had saved? Or maybe it was because of his skills at digging. Either way it mattered little because his ride had been held up for hours and he was most certainly late.
While the clanking of his steel feet hitting the ground was warning enough for others to get out of the way, the little pokemon was still only several inches over one foot and many of the bigger pokemon just couldn't hear him. It had happened to an Ursaring who just wouldn't get out of the way. Using his momentum and a little more speed, Grout had smashed past him. While yelling out an apologetic sorry, Grout kept moving. He had to get to the meeting.
As he neared the building that the letter told him to be at Grout noticed the great increase in people around it. Distraught Grout tried using one last thing he could. Jumping in the air Grout landed down and started to do what he does best, dig. The stone used to make the steps was little harder to move but he still advanced at an admirable speed. Poking out at the head of the stairs Grout quickly and quietly nudged the door open, hopefully not making to much noise as he continued to clang into the meeting which was apparently about going on a quest.
Well its not like he had anything better to do and besides, if he refused he would probably be more ostracized than he already was being a refugee and all. So he waited and listened, as the clefairy continued its speech Groat realized that this was a dire situation. When the clefairy asked for volunteers Grout was hesitant. If he were to go than who would look out for the other diggers he had made friends with? They were paid not nearly enough to do what they did and the only reason they were paid what they were was because, quite frankly, Grout scared the graveler who ran the operation. However if he did do this than he could actually gain control of the miners, giving them a chance. Plus he was close to evolving, he could just feel it. Like a static that had been building for awhile now, just waiting to be let out. Maybe this adventure could give him the final push needed he needed.
Raising his voice, Grout said "I volenteer for this mission!" with a surprising amount of confidence, even to himself.
While the clanking of his steel feet hitting the ground was warning enough for others to get out of the way, the little pokemon was still only several inches over one foot and many of the bigger pokemon just couldn't hear him. It had happened to an Ursaring who just wouldn't get out of the way. Using his momentum and a little more speed, Grout had smashed past him. While yelling out an apologetic sorry, Grout kept moving. He had to get to the meeting.
As he neared the building that the letter told him to be at Grout noticed the great increase in people around it. Distraught Grout tried using one last thing he could. Jumping in the air Grout landed down and started to do what he does best, dig. The stone used to make the steps was little harder to move but he still advanced at an admirable speed. Poking out at the head of the stairs Grout quickly and quietly nudged the door open, hopefully not making to much noise as he continued to clang into the meeting which was apparently about going on a quest.
Well its not like he had anything better to do and besides, if he refused he would probably be more ostracized than he already was being a refugee and all. So he waited and listened, as the clefairy continued its speech Groat realized that this was a dire situation. When the clefairy asked for volunteers Grout was hesitant. If he were to go than who would look out for the other diggers he had made friends with? They were paid not nearly enough to do what they did and the only reason they were paid what they were was because, quite frankly, Grout scared the graveler who ran the operation. However if he did do this than he could actually gain control of the miners, giving them a chance. Plus he was close to evolving, he could just feel it. Like a static that had been building for awhile now, just waiting to be let out. Maybe this adventure could give him the final push needed he needed.
Raising his voice, Grout said "I volenteer for this mission!" with a surprising amount of confidence, even to himself.
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