OOC: Wow. I feel stupid for not checking this thread earlier...
Curse summer break! (not really.)
IC: Chris thought of all the things that could have happened, yet was relieved that he only brought his Starmie with him on that mission.
An explosion was the only thing that he could remember that night. Next thing he knew, he was flung yards away from the explosion, unconsious. When he did wake up, the first thing he realized was the fact that his Starmie was no longer next to him, but fused on to him. The noise caused by Chris' moving around gave it away as well as noticing that his new suit was completely purple.
Since then, Chris had to get used to the seemingly bulky armor that is now a part of him. To his relief, the helmet was still removeable. Still, the rest of the armor was irritatingly hard to move. With his other free hand, he tried to move the other. From pure exaustion, he couldn't. Why can't my arm move?! he thought. Although as if somebody was controling him, his free arm suddenly jerked upwards at chest level.
Chris experimented with what he just did, and found out that his armor is heavy, but because Starmie's a Psychic type as well, Chris' mind power had also increased. He had to use this power to move efficiently.
This is easier than I thought. Chris quickly stopped himself from making anymore bad puns. Now that I can evade, how do I attack?
Before he could try his ways, his headset rang off. "Chris, you got yourself an assignment." said a higher ranking officer through the earpiece. "Reports indicate that a Magma member has disembarked from the group. Bring him back to us alive. He may contain valuable information reguarding the secrets of Team Magma."
Silence came into play. Chris was about to run off until his headset came on again. "He even might know about the incident. But don't let that go to your head. Just get him back alive. Just get to the main dorrways. You'll get others to help you out."
Great, another snag. Chris never did like others' help. They always slowed him down.
That was usually what he would have thought, but apparently, his Starmie's attitude was a lot more friendly and carefree that he, and Chris was willing to let this change to come into affect. His early years were ones that he refused to remember. Maybe now he'll enjoy the things he does.
Using his new skills, Chris ran slightly faster than before. He reached the doors, waiting for anybody to get this mission started.
