Gogo, Tahuna
He/Him
Twenty-Eight
May 31
Veilstone City, Sinnoh
Pansexual
Casino Dealer
Grunt
good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bite...
sticks & stones [postdorm]
POSTED ON Apr 10, 2023 1:48:04 GMT
[nospaces] Protecting and patrolling the cave routes, huh?[break] Simple enough of an assignment, even if he was being paid fuck all for this and everything else he’d done.[break][break] Yet regardless of pay, or motive, or anything else of the sort, he’d already spent the majority of the past while busying himself, and so busy he’d find himself continuing to be as word of League members entering the cave rang through communications. Just as those traversing the tunnels had been undoubtedly doing, he wove through dirt and rubble with deft, light steps, though had encouraged a particular, beloved Aggron of his to take the further lead for a number of reasons, really.[break][break] Unless the trainer were to be glued by its side, it would normally be relatively hard to tell the domesticity of a wandering creature, after all.[break][break] And so he followed a copious number of steps behind Kaitiaki’s tail, silently glancing to and fro throughout the varied dips and turns of the cave systems around them. Though the prospect of peace had been one that most would be relieved to take part of, he couldn’t help but breathe a low sigh of impatience as he and his companion trekked along. He was promised a fight, after all— and after encountering someone outside a while before, his blood had already been boiling; his battle-forged appetite ready and rearing to continue upon a newfound conquest.[break][break] And conquest he would have, it seemed. Possibly.[break][break] Before long, the Aggron had trudged its way into another fork in the path, turning his head one way before pausing at the sight of movement some ways away, all while his trainer brought himself to a hastened stop, holding an arm out to his side as a means to stop the person by him by means of touch or shortsighted grace.[break][break] He breathed a low, barely notable, ”Fuckin’ finally...” under his breath while urging his fellow Rocket along the wall and behind a couple of stones jutting out, all while he waited to see how the situation would unfold.[break][break]
MP TRACKER (60 MP)[break]
- Postdormitum Battle Participation (brackets) (+50 MP)
- IC Post (+10 MP)
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