GV Approval here: https://strawhats.rpg-board.net/t2087-gran-voyage-the-uprising
They were doomed. As soon as he would be to wrap his hands around...
Deep breaths. He thought to himself. Johnny D. Raijin stirred as he tried to come back. It was unnatural what had just happened to him. Almost zoning out and imagining the worse things a living being could do to another. It was the things he had seen inflicted upon innocents. He used to be innocent. Then he realized in life, you were bound to lose it anyways.
His frayed thinking was spurred him to lose focus for a second as he talked to his Captain. Who's voice seemed to echo back into reality, "-you can understand the concern with the recent attacks?"
"Yes sir." He replied quickly. Smooth. No alert to his phasing out of the conversation occasionally.
The Captain went on describing the reason for his mission. Today they were investigating a ring of attacks, to well coordinated for the low-lives they were used to dealing with. "The villagers are scared for their lives. The Marines won't nothing to do with these bandits because of the Queen. Another check mark to the governments non-involvement with the people for political reasons. There were fatalities last time. Find out what you can from the people. Let them know there is hope. And there is help."
The Captain fully believed he was capable of the job. He was right. Raijin was capable, but not out of duty. But of hobby, he made a sport of hunting those who deemed unworthy. These bandits, were unworthy.
"Sir yes sir." He saluted his Captain and grabbed his jacket off the chair in front of him. Then he preceded to leave the briefing room. Captain Romos took a sip of the black coffee on the table as he watched Raijin leave.
"Let's see if your mother is correct..."
Arc 1
They were doomed. As soon as he would be to wrap his hands around...
Deep breaths. He thought to himself. Johnny D. Raijin stirred as he tried to come back. It was unnatural what had just happened to him. Almost zoning out and imagining the worse things a living being could do to another. It was the things he had seen inflicted upon innocents. He used to be innocent. Then he realized in life, you were bound to lose it anyways.
His frayed thinking was spurred him to lose focus for a second as he talked to his Captain. Who's voice seemed to echo back into reality, "-you can understand the concern with the recent attacks?"
"Yes sir." He replied quickly. Smooth. No alert to his phasing out of the conversation occasionally.
The Captain went on describing the reason for his mission. Today they were investigating a ring of attacks, to well coordinated for the low-lives they were used to dealing with. "The villagers are scared for their lives. The Marines won't nothing to do with these bandits because of the Queen. Another check mark to the governments non-involvement with the people for political reasons. There were fatalities last time. Find out what you can from the people. Let them know there is hope. And there is help."
The Captain fully believed he was capable of the job. He was right. Raijin was capable, but not out of duty. But of hobby, he made a sport of hunting those who deemed unworthy. These bandits, were unworthy.
"Sir yes sir." He saluted his Captain and grabbed his jacket off the chair in front of him. Then he preceded to leave the briefing room. Captain Romos took a sip of the black coffee on the table as he watched Raijin leave.
"Let's see if your mother is correct..."