Arsenic
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- Age 27
- In the skies
- Seen Apr 13, 2022
(If you would like me to stay longer in your tent or escape differently because you think I escaped unfairly, say so.)
Mark Vargas
Lilycove
Leaving the tent (Finally)
0:00:00, Mark felt a jolt as his suit gave the cure to paralysis, power armor was the best invention a soldier could ever wish for. He gripped the knife, being able to move his hand felt nice. His H.U.D finally popped back up, health, ammo/weapon counter, inventory, threat level, damage indicator, and more functions not currently in use came back online. The PE's leader swung by, told them to "Dispose of him." That didn't sound good. The second Herodes turned around, while the chiefs were paying attention to there leader, Mark broke out of the vines with a quiet *Snap*. He could barley hear it snap it was so quiet. Mark lifted up the cloth wall behind him and slipped under, they wouldn't miss him.
Now it was just him and his trusty combat knife who knows how far behind enemy lines. A great first step would be to find something better than his trusty 'ol knife, though he wouldn't go anywhere without that knife, It's been with him since he first joined up in the first war, when he was Private Vargas, no reputation whatsoever. Mark drifted among the shadows, along the sides of buildings until he couldn't see the tent he was held in anymore. He slid into an ajar door before a Wartortle and Typhlosion with green flames passed by. Hopefully they didn't see him, just to be safe though, he should probably jump to the other building, it didn't look that far. Mark barreled up the stairs, and onto the roof. The jump was doable, it would be sketchy as hell, but possible. Mark got a good running start, sprinted till he was right at the edge and leaped to the other rooftop, roughly 25 feet from one roof to the other. Finally, relative safety. He went in and down a couple floor to, floor 12. In one of the apartments there was a nice big couch, he pushed it down the stairs, along with a table and a wardrobe and a bed, which was hardest to get out of the room. He went over to the next room and took all the empty cans and hung them by strings in front of the door, a makeshift alarm. Mark noticed a large gathering of pokemon. "F**k" He whispered to himself. Mark checked his recording equipment.
Mark had found a nice area, he could easily record what the PE's leader was briefing to his troops, every word. He got the info about the 50 diversion troops going to Oldale. He needed to get there before Fortree and warn them. Mark crawled back around the building and out of the bushes that had hidden him and back into his building. He walked into the elevator and hit the button that goes to the 13th floor, as he stabbed out the 12 button to prevent easy access. He just hoped no one had seen him while he was recording there 'meeting.' Mark walked out and down the stairs to the 12th floor and looked at the blocked stairs, that would take time to move. He slowly opened the door to 'his' room, as to prevent much noise from his makeshift alarm of cans smacking together. He walked out of the main room and into the bedroom and sat on the bed, tapping away at the Tac Pad on his arm, knife by his side in case someone entered.
Mark Vargas
Lilycove
Leaving the tent (Finally)
0:00:00, Mark felt a jolt as his suit gave the cure to paralysis, power armor was the best invention a soldier could ever wish for. He gripped the knife, being able to move his hand felt nice. His H.U.D finally popped back up, health, ammo/weapon counter, inventory, threat level, damage indicator, and more functions not currently in use came back online. The PE's leader swung by, told them to "Dispose of him." That didn't sound good. The second Herodes turned around, while the chiefs were paying attention to there leader, Mark broke out of the vines with a quiet *Snap*. He could barley hear it snap it was so quiet. Mark lifted up the cloth wall behind him and slipped under, they wouldn't miss him.
Now it was just him and his trusty combat knife who knows how far behind enemy lines. A great first step would be to find something better than his trusty 'ol knife, though he wouldn't go anywhere without that knife, It's been with him since he first joined up in the first war, when he was Private Vargas, no reputation whatsoever. Mark drifted among the shadows, along the sides of buildings until he couldn't see the tent he was held in anymore. He slid into an ajar door before a Wartortle and Typhlosion with green flames passed by. Hopefully they didn't see him, just to be safe though, he should probably jump to the other building, it didn't look that far. Mark barreled up the stairs, and onto the roof. The jump was doable, it would be sketchy as hell, but possible. Mark got a good running start, sprinted till he was right at the edge and leaped to the other rooftop, roughly 25 feet from one roof to the other. Finally, relative safety. He went in and down a couple floor to, floor 12. In one of the apartments there was a nice big couch, he pushed it down the stairs, along with a table and a wardrobe and a bed, which was hardest to get out of the room. He went over to the next room and took all the empty cans and hung them by strings in front of the door, a makeshift alarm. Mark noticed a large gathering of pokemon. "F**k" He whispered to himself. Mark checked his recording equipment.
Mark had found a nice area, he could easily record what the PE's leader was briefing to his troops, every word. He got the info about the 50 diversion troops going to Oldale. He needed to get there before Fortree and warn them. Mark crawled back around the building and out of the bushes that had hidden him and back into his building. He walked into the elevator and hit the button that goes to the 13th floor, as he stabbed out the 12 button to prevent easy access. He just hoped no one had seen him while he was recording there 'meeting.' Mark walked out and down the stairs to the 12th floor and looked at the blocked stairs, that would take time to move. He slowly opened the door to 'his' room, as to prevent much noise from his makeshift alarm of cans smacking together. He walked out of the main room and into the bedroom and sat on the bed, tapping away at the Tac Pad on his arm, knife by his side in case someone entered.