-after a month of hacking away ice and snow from his icey cold prision, being a bat that hid from all during the raid, a cold, red, blood-stained-painted Ice pick, a futuristic box with pink hearts on it, and a anorexic bat figure emerges from the side of the mountain, his eyes bewildered and scared, his black human-like hair scraggly and wild, along with his untidy dirty grey fur. His wings had tears in them, and some spots were frozen solid. His figure shaped in fear and no food. PTSD mostly. His lab coat slinged behind himself to carry said box with pink hearts on it-
-He thought to himself “The Chi-Resonance Cascade first then this?! What is even my life? Am i the last bat alive?! Am i the last outlander and crawler surviving? Why did these ice creatures attack?” He thought long and hard... holding his cube companion tightly, as he slid/ski’d off the side of the snowy ice cap-
-after making his descent, he then scurries off in the direction of the scorpion caverns, running with all his life, to safety, not caring if his ID fell off that read the following name: “Doug G. Battmann”. And his position being in the Aperture Mesa Sector C Testlabs and Enrichment Centers.-
-He lugs his heavy Companion Cube along with him, hoping he could find salvation with more freindly faces...-
They're mad at me because I said it would've been impossible for them to get Bliston without infiltrating Icebear HQ, which they never did. And now, even though I've acknowledged the damage they did to the Glacier, they won't leave me alone unless I agree that they destroyed my entire HQ with a few bombs.
I expect more angry emojis and accusations of lying following this post.
(OOC: Its folks like these that make this RP more comical and somewhat logical. )
OOC: My problem there was with you smashing the fox and all 5 of Traxx' guards before giving him a chance to react.
IC: *Traxx and his guards give chase when he starts running again. After he jumps off Traxx stares into the gorge for a second. He then runs toward the figure with his guards slightly behind.*
OOC: Ah. But as to your other post, I never said Bob was smashed.
IC: *The hooded figure growls and takes off running. He still has chi in his system so he is still far ahead. He turns around briefly to fire a couple of blasts at Traxx, then keeps running. The fox hops off his speedor and starts tossing knives and the figure.*
OOC: I've waited 11 days, with my main character detained here. I'll give you another week, but if you haven't responded by then, Traxx will smash the mysterious figure and walk away.
OOC: Ah. But as to your other post, I never said Bob was smashed.
IC: *The hooded figure growls and takes off running. He still has chi in his system so he is still far ahead. He turns around briefly to fire a couple of blasts at Traxx, then keeps running. The fox hops off his speedor and starts tossing knives and the figure.*
OOC: I've waited 11 days, with my main character detained here. I'll give you another week, but if you haven't responded by then, Traxx will smash the mysterious figure and walk away.
OOC: Time's up.
IC: *The lead peacock shoots an unstable boulder, causing it to topple down and crush the figure, smashing him. Traxx runs up and pushes the rock off of the figure, with the help of his guards. He uncovers the hood and looks at the face for a few seconds. He then recovers the face and leaves in the direction of the HQ. His guards follow.*
-althrough this mtn is a icey grave, Forgotten in the surrounding outlands celebrate this fateful aftermath of the Bats, their sworn enemies-
-but now the idea and question remains, can they free any captives from this frozen grave, and recruit whatever this mountain had left? The search begins for life in this frozen mass grave as Forgotten teams bravely begin to pick away at the sheets of ice that closed off the mountain to the outside, mostly battering-ramming the frontal bat-mouth entrance...-
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