![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
First
[Action]
[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.]
no subject
Yes, but they're still my partners. Regardless of how we met, we've still been through quite a bit of stuff together.
[Breaking them wouldn't be so easy...]
no subject
[A heavy stomp forward. His ax isn't drawn yet, but the stomp causes all the chains on his armor to jangle some]
no subject
I'm old enough to go on a journey. I'm not sure how it was where you came from, but it's relatively normal for children around my age to go on a journey with their pokemon.
no subject
no subject
I'm thirteen actually; just a little short for my age. I ...can't speak for much of my people?
[-Referring to acquaintances on his world as "his people" sounds weird. Then again, a lot of Luceti's residents speak or look like they came out of fiction; it might not ever be a thing he fully adjusts to.]
But as for me, I'd left without the normal fare some of the other trainers go through. I'd left home for my own reasons, but I still ended up fine in the end... Does that satisfy your curiosity? [Can he leave now?]
no subject
[Another step closer, looming over Ruby. He considers picking him up. Yes, he can smell the discomfort on him, and he takes it for fear]
no subject
no subject
[With two quick steps forward, looking like he might be about to charge.
Only after I wrote this did I realize the humor of using Blizzard, jsyk.
[The Milotic rears up, and with only a trill from her as a preamble: there's a strong gust of frigid air that's rushing in Garrosh's direction. The flakes from the miniature storm are thick enough that Ruby is hoping it will obscure his vision long enough to escape. That, or freeze him to where he stands; with the power capping here that's not likely though.
Regardless- he's going call back all of his pokemon sans Mimi, rev up his running shoes, and try to book it now. What do Garrosh? Will he get away?]
...oh you
Lok'tar ogar!
no subject
She hisses. It's deeper than Sceptile's leaf blade had done, but it's a similar concept to battling him (or so she thinks): avoid being tackled, avoid the blade.
Not even waiting for Ruby. You're close- you're being blasted with a water pulse if she can help it.]
MIMI!
[Nononono. This was not how this was supposed to go. Not at all. The most he's ever done to a human before was buffer their advances when he was threatened, never get in a battle directly with them. Especially a person who's armed-]
What's your problem?! Let us leave!
no subject
You stuck first, boy!
no subject
[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.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
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.]
no subject
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]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.]
no subject
[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.]
no subject
He's only known Silver for a little over half a year and he'd be willing to say such things?
He
He has so much respect for you right now, Silver.]
... Thank you, Senior.
no subject
[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.
no subject
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.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)