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| ♦ MachoMan | Jul 7 2018, 12:59 AM Post #16 |
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Legacy of Rich Piana
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Togo looked over the group slowly, the water vapor rising up from his body wafting steadily behind him as he moved. It seemed he would be paired with this girl for his team. He looked the shorter figure over, she didn't look much like a fighter to him. Then again, none of these people really did, save for him. With that in mind, the fishman gave a half-hearted shrug at his part being prepared for this grand plan that Bled was orchestrating for them all. Togo slipped his packet down beneath his cowl and against his chest, the last thing he wanted was to somehow lose it and be up shit creek without a paddle- unlike normal water, shit creek wasn't something he could breathe in nor swim his way out of. Whilst the group divided itself up, Togo approached the girl he had been paired with. For a pewman, she looked fairly normal, especially having just had to endure the rantings of a crazy pewman who wanted his blood. "You got the map for where we're going?" he asked her, his towering form looming large over her as he stood there. With a free hand, he gently nudged the woman to get a move on away from the group. He may have been a fishman, but even he knew a snake slithering through tall grass when he saw one. Like a rather sane person, Togo trusted absolutely none of these people, nor the idea of giving up the information that he had for the sake of speeding up this process. The moment that information no longer belonged to him alone was the moment he ran out of usefulness to the group. "Let's get going. You watch my back, I'll watch yours" he promised with a grunt as he looked around in the red rusty streets. His cowl was fully covering his head now, though it did not obstruct his view fortunately. This kind of environment wasn't his favorite, not enough green nor water, just strone and false earth. If a fight came, he'd be at a disadvantage, hopefully this girl he was with would know what she was doing. Even if he didn't like it, he would need her to complete this assignment for the lot of them. |
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