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[Garrosh appeared in the forest. An unfamiliar but lush forest. It's clearly not Ashenvale and it's not any other one he's familiar with, but there's game to be found and it's pleasant. But it is also certainly not Durotar, he's alone, with no gear or weapon and his back is pain. Still, instinct drives him: the first thing an orc needs, be it on Azeroth or in Outland, is some sort of weapon. He scouts around for a sturdy looking branch and a sharp seeming rock to fashion himself, with an hour or so's work, a primitive spear. With this supplementing his eight foot tall, muscular (and tattooed) brown form, he's better off.
...Aside from the weird partial polymorph on his back. He doesn't know magic (at least no well), so while pride dictates he'd prefer not to have these wings, with no immediate implication the black things are a detriment to him and (from when he reached to try to tug on them) the realization that they are sensitive, he's resolved to ignore him until he can force answers out of a mage.
So, the massive but quiet (he is a skilled hunter, after all) man is now skulking in the forest. Both to find something to eat, and to find answers (being as how he ignored the journal at his feet originally, oops). So if you're in the forest, particularly if you're not an orc or troll or goblin or tauren or look like any of those, expect to be hunted. It might be dangerous, but he is looking to question, not kill, at the moment. Probably.
He will, of course, probably make it to town eventually, and when he does you'll also see him going to the Smithy and then promptly back out of town with his gear in hand, following the rivers and going up to survey the mountains/more of the forest over the next few days, camping as he goes. So if you'd like to chime in there, that's possible too.]
[Garrosh appeared in the forest. An unfamiliar but lush forest. It's clearly not Ashenvale and it's not any other one he's familiar with, but there's game to be found and it's pleasant. But it is also certainly not Durotar, he's alone, with no gear or weapon and his back is pain. Still, instinct drives him: the first thing an orc needs, be it on Azeroth or in Outland, is some sort of weapon. He scouts around for a sturdy looking branch and a sharp seeming rock to fashion himself, with an hour or so's work, a primitive spear. With this supplementing his eight foot tall, muscular (and tattooed) brown form, he's better off.
...Aside from the weird partial polymorph on his back. He doesn't know magic (at least no well), so while pride dictates he'd prefer not to have these wings, with no immediate implication the black things are a detriment to him and (from when he reached to try to tug on them) the realization that they are sensitive, he's resolved to ignore him until he can force answers out of a mage.
So, the massive but quiet (he is a skilled hunter, after all) man is now skulking in the forest. Both to find something to eat, and to find answers (being as how he ignored the journal at his feet originally, oops). So if you're in the forest, particularly if you're not an orc or troll or goblin or tauren or look like any of those, expect to be hunted. It might be dangerous, but he is looking to question, not kill, at the moment. Probably.
He will, of course, probably make it to town eventually, and when he does you'll also see him going to the Smithy and then promptly back out of town with his gear in hand, following the rivers and going up to survey the mountains/more of the forest over the next few days, camping as he goes. So if you'd like to chime in there, that's possible too.]
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You stuck first, boy!
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[Well it appears to him Garrosh isn't advancing yet - just swinging his screaming axe around (what is what that anyway, is it alive?)- so he signals for Mimi to stay put for now.]
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SENIOR TO THE RESCUUUUUEEEEE
He recognizes Garrosh from earlier and has no qualms with him, but the safety of his junior comes first, so when he hears the scene from a distance, he runs to be back up as quickly as he can. Sneasel's already by his side, but he lets out Feraligatr as well before calling out commands.]
Hydro Pump! Ice Beam! [The big torrent of water is aimed at Gorehowl; the Ice Beam at Garrosh's feet. Whether it makes him drop his weapon or jump back or even just stand his ground doesn't matter to him as long as it serves the purpose of putting time and space between Garrosh and Ruby and Mimi- but he's not waiting for that, either, as he runs to put himself between them as well while he scrambles to think of a strategy to work with whatever happens next.]
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From the direction of the shouts and movement he turns and crouches some, thus causing the intense jet of water to miss his axe and him, but the ice to freeze his feet to the ground. He roars at this, and in the same movement that he turned, Gorehowl comes down to launch a blind Shockwave into the trees at... whatever that was. So there's a bit blast of force (Air? Who knows?) probably knocking over trees and all that good stuff from where the axe connects with the Earth. It's not aimed at anything, but it is potent]
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Of course, that's not an excuse to stop; if anything, it's more of a quick call to action than ever.
But he doesn't want to fight, so he simply pulls and straightens himself up while staying glued to Feraligatr.]
Recall your Pokémon, Ruby. [While he usually sounds calm and passive, his orders for Ruby are powerful and commanding. Ruby might be afraid, but Silver knows no such fear.
He turns his attention to address Garrosh and speaks as quickly as he can; he expects a second attack at any second, so his guard stays up.]
We've exchanged blows, but I'm not here to pick a real fight.
Senior to the rescueeeee
Much like Feraligatr did for Silver; what keeps Ruby planted during the shock-wave is clinging to his bulky water-type. He cringes at the sounds of trees being snapped behind him.
When Silver orders him to return Mimi; he simply nods at them both before returning her to her ball.]
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Nnnhahahaha. The boy is yours?
[He sneers this at Silver, raising Gorehowl back up from the ground, but onto his shoulders. It's clearly not a fighting stance, but his grin is wicked, filled with a promise of cruelty and violence.]
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[It's true, of course. He doesn't think too hard on it when he says it. He and his Pokémon don't so much as begin to relax until Garrosh's stance changes; once it does they slowly start to settle out of their defensive position.
Feraligatr's grin never leaves his face.]
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He's only known Silver for a little over half a year and he'd be willing to say such things?
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He has so much respect for you right now, Silver.]
... Thank you, Senior.
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[He glares at Feraligatr now. What's with that grin, seriously? What a dopey looking animal for looking vaguely like a croclisk. And then back to Silvter]
But you understand that, don't you? There isn't fear in your eyes, just resolve. Unlike the sniveling coward you're protecting.
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Maybe he's putting too much faith in him. Maybe not. Doesn't matter now.]
I'm not here to convince you. I just want to take him home.
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Part of this was chiding himself that battling Garrosh would be cruel because pokemon tend to be much stronger than humans. Yet, with the power cap here he wasn't even able to subdue Garrosh, let alone damage him with Mimi alone. It's debatable whether he would stand a chance even if his hand were forced.... and it still could be forced now.]
Choosing your battles doesn't necessarily make you a coward. You may disagree, but I know that Senior Silver- and most definitely I don't want to fight you.
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He then turns back to Garrosh. He said he wants to take him out of here, there's no need to repeat himself yet. Whether or not Garrosh will allow them to leave at that is up for debate.]
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He's going to trust you on this one, Silver.]
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[he snarls, and then swings Gorehowl in the air one more time, filling the air with it's screams. Then he deftly puts it back on his back]
Go.
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He said they can go, and that's what matters. Silver quickly recalls his Pokémon and lets out Murkrow- he then grabs Ruby and from there, well. They're flying off. He's not pushing their luck.
You are now the DAMSEL IN DISTRESS, Ruby. What will you do?]