Roleplay

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Bach growled slightly. "I'm about to do something stupid. Gonna need a doctor and a lot of ice cream after this one......" Bach rolled out of the trailer, keeping away from the flying bullets and hiding behind a bush, then took a deep breath and yelled "WILDFIRE!" Having done that, hopefully to distract the soldiers with the, currently imaginary, fire, Bach pulled his jaw down hard enough to dislocate it and started spewing fire on any plants he could see nearby. Trees, grass, even the bush he was hiding behind, all were set alight. 'Thirty seconds.... forty seconds..... forget ice cream, I'm going to need enough water to drown a whale after this..... sixty seconds. I'm spent.' He sprinted back toward the trailer, hand on the revolver in his pocket he'd almost forgotten about. If you don't want to get caught in that fire, you'd better start running. Also, can someone tell the soldiers I just dislocated my jaw? I'd tell them but..... I dislocated my jaw.

((Edit: I'm going to see if there's any internet once I get to my vacation, but if there's not, @dracoon I've pretty much got Bach at a point where he can vanish for a bit and not be missed if that needs to happen. Since I leave Thursday before the sun rises, if I don't post by midnight Fri/Sat, then assume I have no internet please. If that happens, I'll see you guys when I get back!))

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((I very likely won't post for the next two days due to driving))

@Virusyte
ooc: Lucky! I've only been to a comicon once and it was a little one. At least I was with a friend. XD Have fun!

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(Forgive me for the late reply and Shesha being a derp. Couldn't resist.)

Shesha frowned as the tailor checked his inseam to get a feel, (quite literally), where his tail began. As awkward as it was, he knew that without proper measurements, the young man could easily moon his rescuers by simply taking a casual step forward.... and no one wanted that, considering their age gap. Eugh. So awkward.

The hybrid ran his clawed hands through his dripping hair in an attempt to comb it somewhat as he followed the tailor into the room. The man gestured to the clothes that would fit him best and closed the door politely behind himself. Only then did Shesha let out a very perturbed sigh.

The selection wasn't much, but he was inordinately pleased that his only troubled area was his trousers. Wingless was very convenient in that sense. Thankfully, he found a pair of pressed, black slacks and slipped them on, adjusting the opening around his tail comfortably. It was strange, but certainly not uncomfortable. As for a top, he chose a simple, silk and cotton blend button down and tucked it in loosely. Ordinarily, Shesha would roll up the sleeves for a more casual look, but the fabric helped lessen the shock of seeing patches of scales.

Clean and clothed, he strode out of the room feeling less of a pet and more of a man. Still somewhat nameless and without a history, at least he had his dignity. The hybrid tilted his head, listening to where the voices went. Curious, he moved about the house, ducking his head through open doors in an attempt to locate the origin of the quiet voices. Being somewhat reptilian, it wasn't so much the noise as it was the quiet vibration of vocal chords that drew him to the source. Upon realising the nature of the mutation, Shesha focused his attempts to follow it.

No, that was air conditioning. A quiet, but constant hum. Fluidity of water from his shower still dripping from the walls of the bathroom... ah, this way.

Shesha opened the door to the garage hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt.

Helios hissed at the woman, the length of his arms catching fire. try and stick a needle in me, I dare you. his thoughts were calm and deliberate, snaking their way through every mind in the vicinity.