Aug. 4th, 2015

warriormouse: (Oh God Why)
[personal profile] warriormouse
[It isn't Martin holding the Band today! It's Brigadier.

Why is the Mankey holding the band?

Because Martin is kind of just staring at the prehensile mouse tail he grew with this latest evolution.]


...well, at least the fur seems to blend in with my skin, more or less.

[He sighs and looks up, blushing and muttering a swear when he sees Brig with the Warp Band. He dives for it, Brig dodges, Martin uses the tail to grab it from him.]

I didn't want everyone to see this yet, you brat. [He sighs and turns to the Band, smiling a bit weakly] I evolved.

[He really can't think of anything else to say to this.]
smitesevil: (Ready)
[personal profile] smitesevil
All throughout the week, trainers exploring may find the tranquillity of the wilderness punctuated by a man's roar, followed by a crash of metal on wood or stone. If not that, then they may overhear the sounds of a Pokemon battle.

If they choose to investigate, what they'll find is a giant of a man, nearly seven feet tall training with a sword almost as large as himself. Whatever training dummy he has found for himself is now in two distinct pieces, more useful as firewood than anything else now. Thankfully, that's exactly what he's going to use all this for, so it's not going to waste.

He's not wearing much. His trousers are more patchwork than whatever they used to be made of, and the large overcoat folded over a stump that he would euphemistically call his campsite is much the same. He has long since abandoned any hope of keeping a shirt for long. He's a man who has clearly been away from civilisation for a long time.

At least by some miracle, he's clean shaven.

---

[ OOC: I'll follow whatever style you want to respond in. It's not much, but I refuse to sit on Sanger's intro post any longer. ]

Custom Text