General Scales

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Ugroth grumbled as he was rolled off of his bed and against the wall of his cabin by the ship's movement. He had been sleeping as peacefully as he could manage under the circumstance but the craft rocking all over the place was making him less comfortable than usual. Being on a ship was rather new to him which quickly earned some silent dislike from him over time as the voyage went on. His natural inclination was to spend most of his time on the upper deck in the fresh air because he found the cabin and other levels to be unpleasant even if they managed to accommodate his size acceptably. The ogre felt trapped down there as well as closer to the usually gentle rocking which he still found uncomfortable. It didn't take him long to realize he must really hate sailing if he was complaining to this extent, even if it was mostly internal.

As the ogre forced himself to get up so he could move for the door he lost his balance as another wave hit the ship causing him to stumble forward into the opposite wall with a loud thud. He was just thankful the ship seemed fairly sturdy for the most part so he took a slower pace to get himself to the door using the wall as support. He picked up his axe and strapped his bow/couple of arrows along his back in case they might be needed as with all of the racket he couldn't tell what was causing the ship to jerk as violently as it was. ~This is just what I needed on this trip...~ He thought as he managed to get the door open and slip himself out of it without smacking into the frame more than once. Finally as he got out into the hall he saw a couple of the other passengers seemingly equally or more disturbed by what was going on. He had also made a move for the stairs only to get hit among the first by the blast of water that rocketed down through the corridor. It didn't take much more than the heavy struggle after the initial battering to finally cause him to go unconscious as he had little energy to begin with.

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Ugroth started to wake up slowly feeling water rise to his waist then retreat back down before being overtaken by the need to vomit which he did. Once the retching stopped he realized just how much water he had swallowed and was thankful he had survived the ordeal. Now that he wasn't in urgent need of something he realized about half of him was still in the water but his top half was on sand which meant it was definitely land at least. The ogre forced his right arm and hand to relax some which had a death grip on his hunting axe, something he was quite grateful for it being a useful tool, though he wondered where his bow was as he slid it back into his belt. It took a second for him to get up and fully out of the water shaking or brushing off the salt and sand that had ended up on him also hearing a couple of call outs from a bit further up the beach which he would look to in a moment. He looked around as he stretched groaning a bit at how stiff his muscles felt at the moment and the groggy feeling he only just noticed.

Once he was up he mused to himself about getting hit by a stone tusk, a large almost mammoth like beast that hit extremely hard if it charged or swung its massive tusks at a predator though wouldn't pursue a kill if there was no more threat. For Ugroth it was prior experience having actually been knocked out by one and very much remembering the feeling as not all of his hunts had ended up successful. He looked around realizing he wasn't the only survivor which was pleasing though not everyone seemed to have recovered quite yet. The ogre calmly plodded his way over to check on the couple that were already awake not sure of the condition of his fellow colonists at the moment.

"Good to see some of us alive after that." Ugroth said his voice a slightly weak, rumbling bellow that was tinged with a little concern as he looked down at his smaller companions.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Ugroth Moklib

Name: Ugroth Moklib.
Age: 40.
Race: Ogre.

Appearance:

General body make

Ugroth stands at 11'5" slightly above average for members of his settlement and weighs in at a hefty 700lbs. He also wears a large, thick fur pelt from one of his former companion, a rather powerful bear, as a token of remembrance but also for comfort in particularly cold areas.

Personality: Ugroth for the most part is quite a stoic character not much for getting worked up over much unless its quite serious or something he is passionate about. He maintains an intelligence slightly above the average human commoner, quite the feat for an ogre but not unheard of, which often tends to surprise some of the other races he meets. He tends towards patience and restraint rather than brutish violence though he is more than capable of providing it in spades when the need arises. Being as large as he is the ogre is rather considerate when possible to the smaller or weaker races though he doesn't underestimate they're abilities to do good or bad towards him or his kind.

Abilities: Ugroth is a keen hunter of the northern mountains, tundra/boreal forest, and the snowy wastes though he has hunted elsewhere. His good vision and patience allows him to wait for an opportune moment to strike rather than a hasty attack which is quite the benefit when the prey is often more than capable of defending themselves from equally dangerous natural predators. He is well practiced in the use of both manufactured and improvised projectiles for hunting as well as war purposes if need be showing great skill for an ogre in such matters. For long trips into the wilderness he learned the woodsman's craft for surviving in the harsh terrain when in the forests while he has learned over time several other tricks to survive wherever his game does as well. Like all of his race he shares the incredible strength and fortitude that comes with being an ogre though being large hosts many problems of its own.

Salvaged Item: Ugroth kept hold of his simple hunting axe, mostly for chopping wood or the occasional tough boned animal.

History

Ugroth Moklib was born while the ogres were still roving nomads on a trek north looking for lands to sustain them with less hostilities surrounding them. His father, Lakrogoth, was often quite busy coordinating the band's warriors with his leader and commander but he made time to be with his two sons and daughter when possible where as his mother, Penlithesh, was who the children spent the most time with. He was the younger of the two brothers often having little competitions with his older sibling between learning how to fight, build, or hunt/gather from both parents and other relatives. Working with the animals and hunting seemed to suit the young ogre well though he had much to learn still about the wilds around them. A well known woodsman took Ugroth under his wing as the younger showed more promise teaching him as best he could the lifestyle and the dangers of such a profession but there was no dissuading the up and coming hunter.

He was still rather young during the time of his settlement's namesake leader's reign and was one of the older children sheltered inside of the wagon fort when the battle took place. Both he and his brother took to throwing rocks, javelins, or whatever else could cause harm at the humans and/or dwarves from the safety of the fortification. Whether or not it accomplished much it was an empowering thing join in with some of the elders who did much the same thing with a great deal more skill. Despite the little moment of glory it was a day of grieving for all of them but the honor of they're people was served by the now hero Ogtanash who would leave them to continue the same cause, a note that struck true with Urgoth's older brother who had always wanted to be a renowned warrior like his father and Lugresh. When his father took up the mantle of leader they saw less of each other though he was always given encouragement to do what he wished so long as he did it well and with honor which has colored the younger ogre to this day.

As such he has made it his mission in life to become a master of the wilds among ogres and possibly beyond if he can manage. Up until recently it has seen most of his focus gaining him good name among the ogres for his deeds which has followed him to the other settlements where he decided to travel to in an attempt to learn of the lands and creatures. His father sent him a message of the proposition and there was little chance Ugroth was going to decline the chance to explore a new wilderness so the ogre did the only thing he could do, make the trek to Lezan to meetup with the rest of his fellow travelers and board the Arrowhead for the new land.

Nation of Origin: The Lugresh Settlement.

Nation Lore:

Ogre Lore

The Lugresh ogres have been moving around the continent for a long time in nomadic bands and only in recent years have they begun to settle down, they live an upwards of two to three hundred years though few reach this age and those that do are heavily respected. Some of the individuals or families have taken up residence in the forest or plains, even a small one the fringes of the desert attesting to the group's ability to settle most anywhere given time, the other groups being the Kordash, Mortagash, and Frengal settlements respectively though smaller groups can be found separate from these three. They preferred being on the move as during the wars staying long enough to keep themselves fed often became difficult though unless desperate the group would keep moving for better picking and if not the safety of local towns was not at all guaranteed. There were few qualms about retaliatory attacks against any and all aggressors by the ogre band as a whole with every individual trained to fight from childhood alongside other important tasks. The counter offensives by the large beings tended to leave whole lines of men dead or scattered from the thunderous charge of a couple columns of warriors.

Whether raiding of towns occurred or not often depended on how severe the initiating attack was but the ogres seemed quite proficient at it or even razing whole offending towns. This mentality of self protection from the other races seemed to get the picture across to many that just letting them pass by was far safer than actually attempting a fight with them as if the ogres figured they were being followed they would set up rudimentary but effective traps to convince the pursuers to turn back. They however were not against trade so when the rare deal appeared it was always taken into consideration provided it was an acceptable one for both sides. Ogre laborers and mercenaries could also be found among the other nations in the continent occasionally and though not always looked upon kindly they're usefulness was hard to turn down despite the fee attached to them. They were only involved in one major battle having gotten caught between two armies, one of dwarves and one of humans, over a mountain pass which the dwarves were less than willing to give up. Ogres and humans have rarely gotten along in most cases and the dwarves had yet to make any real opinions of the big folk though they were unknowingly trespassing near a city entrance under an overhanging cliff so it was not something that could be let go.

Lugresh Akorlig was the current and most successful leader of the time had attempted a parley with both sides initially though it was more of a hope than an expectation of actual talking. He assembled the best of his warriors, himself and a couple others clad in full scale armor which was exceedingly rare at the time, prepared themselves for a bloody defense of the most direct route for both opposing forces while the rest defended the sides of the wagon camp which had become akin to a fortification when locked together. There was a great amount of pressure against the ogres but they refused to give ground for a second and Lugresh was thought to have struck down a couple hundred opponents both dwarf and human with his massive war maul fighting as if he was possessed. He and quite a few others fell but the incredible casualties being caused both by the attempts on the ogre encampment as well as fighting between them forced the two smaller races to back down eventually. The band took the time to mourn the dead as the warriors they were before an important ritual took place among them, allowing the great shaman, an ogre with a almost unheard of talent for magic, to inspect all candidates for leadership of the ogre people.

It was not noticed until towards the end of the ceremony that the Lugresh's oldest son Ogtanash went out to both the camps of the human and dwarf forces donning his father's red stained armor and weapon demanding trial by combat for both leaders who refused diplomacy before the battle considering it an insult to his people. He however found that several were involved among the dwarves and humans so he proceeded to challenge them all at once. The ogre felt they had been dishonored by being forced to fight a battle with no hopes of talks beforehand as well as causing the death of his father among other in the process. The dwarven commander refused to sentence his own men to death and went alone to the chosen duel ground declaring if any where to die for his mistake it would be him alone who bore the weight of guilt by fighting to the death, a practice which the ogre is said to have measured many by. The human commander brought all who were involved though he waited until he was the last to face Ogtanash's wrath having stood no chance despite allowing his men to warm up the ogre beforehand. On his return to the encampment he refused all claim to leadership and rather decided to go strike out on his own to do much the same elsewhere, defending the honor of those who could not themselves.

In the absence of the former leader's eldest they looked to his best remaining warriors and one Lakrogoth Moklib, Lugresh's second in command for military matters, was decided upon and his first act was to construct two monuments in concert with the nearby dwarves to never allow themselves to forget what happened. To this day Lugresh's Stand and Ogtanash's Journey remain a permanent fixture as well as a symbol for what became an alliance between the two races despite initial differences. Since then the times of peace were a great boon to the ogres allowing them to settle not so far from allies and friends in the mountains in an area where other races would struggle they thrive hunting and taming great beasts in the north, building the foundation for what could be the first ogre city at The Lugresh Settlement, and making true diplomatic ties with the other races beyond temporary pacts or other less permanent fixtures. They have become the sworn allies of the Dwarves and great friends of the Oni by virtue of being not so different, orcs and their goblin cousins while rough around the edges are accepted equally for the most part, relations with humans and elves are still somewhat shaky at the best of times due to old conflicts though the ogres have no issues with the elves and are known to sympathize with the High Elves knowing full well how difficult being a less populous race is. The ogres were quite willing to send a representative of their own to the new lands as they quite liked the idea of a new mostly unexplored land to settle in and improve relations while doing it. Ugroth being an adventurous ogre with a love of wild untamed lands seemed a perfect fit for the task of representative and he was sent a message telling him where to go from his father who knew there was no chance of him passing it up.

Other: He is mildly upset over the loss of his handmade bow but a bit excited at the prospect of the new land despite the less than favorable situation.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Cool, I'll get that moved into the tab. Looking forward to this.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

I had a bit of fun writing that out, hope it wasn't too overboard.

Ugroth Moklib

Name: Ugroth Moklib.
Age: 40.
Race: Ogre.

Appearance:

General body make

Ugroth stands at 11'5" slightly above average for members of his settlement and weighs in at a hefty 700lbs. He also wears a large, thick fur pelt from one of his former companion, a rather powerful bear, as a token of remembrance but also for comfort in particularly cold areas.

Personality: Ugroth for the most part is quite a stoic character not much for getting worked up over much unless its quite serious or something he is passionate about. He maintains an intelligence slightly above the average human commoner, quite the feat for an ogre but not unheard of, which often tends to surprise some of the other races he meets. He tends towards patience and restraint rather than brutish violence though he is more than capable of providing it in spades when the need arises. Being as large as he is the ogre is rather considerate when possible to the smaller or weaker races though he doesn't underestimate they're abilities to do good or bad towards him or his kind.

Abilities: Ugroth is a keen hunter of the northern mountains, tundra/boreal forest, and the snowy wastes though he has hunted elsewhere. His good vision and patience allows him to wait for an opportune moment to strike rather than a hasty attack which is quite the benefit when the prey is often more than capable of defending themselves from equally dangerous natural predators. He is well practiced in the use of both manufactured and improvised projectiles for hunting as well as war purposes if need be showing great skill for an ogre in such matters. For long trips into the wilderness he learned the woodsman's craft for surviving in the harsh terrain when in the forests while he has learned over time several other tricks to survive wherever his game does as well. Like all of his race he shares the incredible strength and fortitude that comes with being an ogre though being large hosts many problems of its own.

Salvaged Item: Ugroth kept hold of his simple hunting axe, mostly for chopping wood or the occasional tough boned animal.

History

Ugroth Moklib was born while the ogres were still roving nomads on a trek north looking for lands to sustain them with less hostilities surrounding them. His father, Lakrogoth, was often quite busy coordinating the band's warriors with his leader and commander but he made time to be with his two sons and daughter when possible where as his mother, Penlithesh, was who the children spent the most time with. He was the younger of the two brothers often having little competitions with his older sibling between learning how to fight, build, or hunt/gather from both parents and other relatives. Working with the animals and hunting seemed to suit the young ogre well though he had much to learn still about the wilds around them. A well known woodsman took Ugroth under his wing as the younger showed more promise teaching him as best he could the lifestyle and the dangers of such a profession but there was no dissuading the up and coming hunter.

He was still rather young during the time of his settlement's namesake leader's reign and was one of the older children sheltered inside of the wagon fort when the battle took place. Both he and his brother took to throwing rocks, javelins, or whatever else could cause harm at the humans and/or dwarves from the safety of the fortification. Whether or not it accomplished much it was an empowering thing join in with some of the elders who did much the same thing with a great deal more skill. Despite the little moment of glory it was a day of grieving for all of them but the honor of they're people was served by the now hero Ogtanash who would leave them to continue the same cause, a note that struck true with Urgoth's older brother who had always wanted to be a renowned warrior like his father and Lugresh. When his father took up the mantle of leader they saw less of each other though he was always given encouragement to do what he wished so long as he did it well and with honor which has colored the younger ogre to this day.

As such he has made it his mission in life to become a master of the wilds among ogres and possibly beyond if he can manage. Up until recently it has seen most of his focus gaining him good name among the ogres for his deeds which has followed him to the other settlements where he decided to travel to in an attempt to learn of the lands and creatures. His father sent him a message of the proposition and there was little chance Ugroth was going to decline the chance to explore a new wilderness so the ogre did the only thing he could do, make the trek to Lezan to meetup with the rest of his fellow travelers and board the Arrowhead for the new land.

Nation of Origin: The Lugresh Settlement.

Nation Lore:

Ogre Lore

The Lugresh ogres have been moving around the continent for a long time in nomadic bands and only in recent years have they begun to settle down, they live an upwards of two to three hundred years though few reach this age and those that do are heavily respected. Some of the individuals or families have taken up residence in the forest or plains, even a small one the fringes of the desert attesting to the group's ability to settle most anywhere given time, the other groups being the Kordash, Mortagash, and Frengal settlements respectively though smaller groups can be found separate from these three. They preferred being on the move as during the wars staying long enough to keep themselves fed often became difficult though unless desperate the group would keep moving for better picking and if not the safety of local towns was not at all guaranteed. There were few qualms about retaliatory attacks against any and all aggressors by the ogre band as a whole with every individual trained to fight from childhood alongside other important tasks. The counter offensives by the large beings tended to leave whole lines of men dead or scattered from the thunderous charge of a couple columns of warriors.

Whether raiding of towns occurred or not often depended on how severe the initiating attack was but the ogres seemed quite proficient at it or even razing whole offending towns. This mentality of self protection from the other races seemed to get the picture across to many that just letting them pass by was far safer than actually attempting a fight with them as if the ogres figured they were being followed they would set up rudimentary but effective traps to convince the pursuers to turn back. They however were not against trade so when the rare deal appeared it was always taken into consideration provided it was an acceptable one for both sides. Ogre laborers and mercenaries could also be found among the other nations in the continent occasionally and though not always looked upon kindly they're usefulness was hard to turn down despite the fee attached to them. They were only involved in one major battle having gotten caught between two armies, one of dwarves and one of humans, over a mountain pass which the dwarves were less than willing to give up. Ogres and humans have rarely gotten along in most cases and the dwarves had yet to make any real opinions of the big folk though they were unknowingly trespassing near a city entrance under an overhanging cliff so it was not something that could be let go.

Lugresh Akorlig was the current and most successful leader of the time had attempted a parley with both sides initially though it was more of a hope than an expectation of actual talking. He assembled the best of his warriors, himself and a couple others clad in full scale armor which was exceedingly rare at the time, prepared themselves for a bloody defense of the most direct route for both opposing forces while the rest defended the sides of the wagon camp which had become akin to a fortification when locked together. There was a great amount of pressure against the ogres but they refused to give ground for a second and Lugresh was thought to have struck down a couple hundred opponents both dwarf and human with his massive war maul fighting as if he was possessed. He and quite a few others fell but the incredible casualties being caused both by the attempts on the ogre encampment as well as fighting between them forced the two smaller races to back down eventually. The band took the time to mourn the dead as the warriors they were before an important ritual took place among them, allowing the great shaman, an ogre with a almost unheard of talent for magic, to inspect all candidates for leadership of the ogre people.

It was not noticed until towards the end of the ceremony that the Lugresh's oldest son Ogtanash went out to both the camps of the human and dwarf forces donning his father's red stained armor and weapon demanding trial by combat for both leaders who refused diplomacy before the battle considering it an insult to his people. He however found that several were involved among the dwarves and humans so he proceeded to challenge them all at once. The ogre felt they had been dishonored by being forced to fight a battle with no hopes of talks beforehand as well as causing the death of his father among other in the process. The dwarven commander refused to sentence his own men to death and went alone to the chosen duel ground declaring if any where to die for his mistake it would be him alone who bore the weight of guilt by fighting to the death, a practice which the ogre is said to have measured many by. The human commander brought all who were involved though he waited until he was the last to face Ogtanash's wrath having stood no chance despite allowing his men to warm up the ogre beforehand. On his return to the encampment he refused all claim to leadership and rather decided to go strike out on his own to do much the same elsewhere, defending the honor of those who could not themselves.

In the absence of the former leader's eldest they looked to his best remaining warriors and one Lakrogoth Moklib, Lugresh's second in command for military matters, was decided upon and his first act was to construct two monuments in concert with the nearby dwarves to never allow themselves to forget what happened. To this day Lugresh's Stand and Ogtanash's Journey remain a permanent fixture as well as a symbol for what became an alliance between the two races despite initial differences. Since then the times of peace were a great boon to the ogres allowing them to settle not so far from allies and friends in the mountains in an area where other races would struggle they thrive hunting and taming great beasts in the north, building the foundation for what could be the first ogre city at The Lugresh Settlement, and making true diplomatic ties with the other races beyond temporary pacts or other less permanent fixtures. They have become the sworn allies of the Dwarves and great friends of the Oni by virtue of being not so different, orcs and their goblin cousins while rough around the edges are accepted equally for the most part, relations with humans and elves are still somewhat shaky at the best of times due to old conflicts though the ogres have no issues with the elves and are known to sympathize with the High Elves knowing full well how difficult being a less populous race is. The ogres were quite willing to send a representative of their own to the new lands as they quite liked the idea of a new mostly unexplored land to settle in and improve relations while doing it. Ugroth being an adventurous ogre with a love of wild untamed lands seemed a perfect fit for the task of representative and he was sent a message telling him where to go from his father who knew there was no chance of him passing it up.

Other: He is mildly upset over the loss of his handmade bow but a bit excited at the prospect of the new land despite the less than favorable situation.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP (Interest Check)

Liking the look of this. I'll see if I can't put something together soon.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

It didn't take long for Girard to realize just how much the exhaustion, the kid, and now arguing had taken out of Ditch. There really was no room left for a good mood when even the help was pressing a bit, though he figured some rest and food could solve that in a hurry. She did have a point about what information they had now in that it was just the tip of the iceberg which meant they all had a lot of work to do. Sure maybe the rest of them weren't as skilled at getting information or piecing things together but they could try if anything to lessen the pressure resting solely on Ditch as of yet. Would be more or less difficult for some of them to get info but if it came down to it someone could find at least something on or off patrol he hoped whether or not they knew where to look. As for the little guy it pretty much went down to who took up the call and the rest of them could pitch in from there to help him not just by money but maybe finding the parents who were likely worried out of they're minds.

Crappy situation but wouldn't be the first time any of us were in one, just gotta tackle it as best we can. The big guy thought not entirely sure where to start beyond getting transport for the kid once he woke up.

He noticed Wraith talking to TB after both Reaper and Ditch had shut them up and it didn't seem like a continuation so maybe they had cooled off. Would be for the better really because they couldn't afford to be at each others throats right now with all of the danger to come. It didn't have to be perfect but as long as they could operate without it devolving as much that would be enough for Tank. Hell the arguing among them could provide an opportunity that the mind controller could use, anger tended to be a distraction and if it was possible to resist by force of will alone there could be no distractions or things could get bad quick. It seemed like the younger woman was also not entirely together a few moments ago due to the kid but he could understand to an extent him not being excused of fault for having killed a couple criminals.

"Long as we keep our heads on proper the whole mind control thing might be less of an issue, just can't give them an easy time is all. Maybe the rest of us keep our eyes and ears open too in the meantime. Never know if something important might slip then we could have something to go on eh?" Girard said probably a bit more confident on the mind control front than he actually felt but the point was made.

If there was any chance in hell that they could find something for Ditch and the others to go off of it seemed like a risk that might be worth taking, them going after leads.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Girard was pleasantly surprised when the boy felt comfortable enough to let go of Ditch and then come over to him after the story and cling to him instead. After Ditch had asked him to keep an eye on the little guy he loosely put an arm around the him if anything to make him relax a bit more while he looked up to see the others. He caught Omega's gesture with a return smile rather happy with the turnout though he could hear and feel the kid's breathing slow down, poor guy was probably going to fall asleep right there after everything that had happened which was fine for now. The big guy gave a quick nod to TB and once he was sure they're guest was asleep he lightly wrapped him up in the jacket and adjusted the kid so he was in his lap propped up against him.

He had been passively listening to Ditch talk about what she found, not to mention that she hadn't slept which was a little upsetting, but what was concerning was the fact they were now dealing with mind control and a pretty powerful employer by the sound of it. Needless to say it was not exactly well received by Tank who was particularly concerned for everyone's but his own well being mostly. The thought of ending up causing damage and injury to them or innocents and being unable to control himself just wasn't acceptable at all. After all he had more than idea of just how bad it could get if someone like him went off the rails for any length of time so he was all for having a plan to either at the least prepare for it, or if it was possible, negate it. Who knows if maybe that bracelet might be important later since it was the only other thing found besides the boy, he wasn't unaware of the risk of discovery but getting out wasn't the issue necessarily. The argument between TB and Wraith ever so slightly ruined the mood though he said nothing more willing to let Reaper speak her piece about how to take care of the kid than speak up not wanting to wake the boy up currently.

It seemed like there were two options as of yet with both Turn Back and Reaper stepping up though he didn't know how it would go either way. Girard wasn't sure how well he would be able to contribute all things considered because although his apartment and money wouldn't be an issue, his workshop would be mostly off-limits and his work schedule was only going to be consistent for a bit longer until the theater was done being renovated. Leaving the little guy alone for hours at a time and ending up having to stay quiet around the residents most of the time didn't sound healthy. With all of it reasoned out it would end up being between his team mates where he could go to stay.

He heard something from Raven Tale about something that could knock him out for sleep issues, he might later admit to being a little curious as to what the stuff was exactly. Also Ecto suggesting breaking up for now and getting rest which normally wouldn't be a bad idea but the little man had to be dealt with for the time being so that was that.

"I'd be willing to pitch in some money, don't think my place would work out in the long run so its up to you two I guess." Girard said quietly spelling out his position on the issue ending with a glance between Turn Back and Reaper.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Oh my.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

Girard couldn't help but cringe as the scene on and near the stage unfolded in front of him. They almost seemed to be making some progress by carefully talking the little man down right up until Turn Back and Reaper both showed they're powers though the latter somewhat seemed less than intentional. It triggered an absolutely pitiful moment of fear and more than enough sadness to go around as the poor kid clutched onto Ecto sobbing while Ditch moved over also attempting to comfort the boy and seeming to succeed where the others failed for the moment however the bracelet only seemed to bring out desperation. That seemed to change as the woman crushed the object underfoot taking that away and it looked like it made a better impression on they're guest than most anything else that was tried which was a good sign but what the boy had to say left them no doubt as to the culprit.

"That son of a bitch." He thought feeling on the verge of anger which he forced himself to rein back for the time.

The last thing anyone needed to do was get upset in front of the kid and it would only leave more room for him to get a negative feel for them. But the big man felt kind of frozen when looking at the boy who in a way reminded him of his brother in a way. That one major traumatic event that could and would change what you only leaving you and whoever else you had to pick up the pieces of a shattered perception. His brother had become much more quiet around them, particularly him, at times despite all the comfort his family tried to provide and Tank couldn't help seeing the similarities. His expression had turned from concerned to distant as his mind was swiftly making him relive the shooting and following weeks all over again. It hurt more than he was willing to admit having seen his brother become so different to what he remembered and there was every chance this kid could end up the same but they had to try everything they could to help and the cost didn't matter.

Girard had only caught the slightest of the conversation TB had managed to start being more than a bit preoccupied in his own thoughts but he heard the boy talking about ghosts around them and numerous at that and it made him think of his own family a little. He did notice the other man leaving but was hardly capable of asking why or in any rush to stop him because he looked less than good momentarily. It took him a moment to pan around the room noticing a few of the others were either uncomfortable or just unable to help with the situation kind of like how he felt before where as the rest at the stage were still trying to get a little trust back. He realized in a moment he had something to say to the boy and he felt it needed to be said for his sake at the least and it was him who inspired it in the big man. Tank moved himself over towards the stage slowly and deliberately, part for keeping the little guy calm and part because of the weight of the situation resting on him, as he sat on the still newly constructed side of the stage which thanks to him he knew would hold the weight.

"I know someone like you...someone who went through nothing anyone should have to. He more afraid than I could imagine of what happened to him and what was going to happen after. His family, friends and everyone one did everything they could to get him better and try to take away his fear. He did his best to fight that fear and it changed him too, it made him stronger than he was before but only because he realized he could do something about it. Maybe he couldn't do everything he used to but one thing he could was give everything he had to help others who faced the same thing and to be a better person than the people who hurt him. I learned a lot from him and one thing I learned was to help anyone who needed it and I'll make you the same promise to protect you and make sure Umbra doesn't get to do this to anyone else if you promise not to let what he did keep you from being a stronger you. I'll keep my end no matter what, I'll just watch and hope you get the same support from everyone who cares too."

The big man gave up something personal, maybe a bit vague, but very important to him. It was a memory of his great-grandfather, a man who had been nearly beaten to death and left to it by criminals in Millennium City and spent the rest of his life trying to put all of his money and influence to provide help for anyone who was hurt or otherwise attacked by the dark side of the city. The sheer determination and good heart of the man was something that Girard looked up to and had always been a part of why he did what he did trying to clean up the city and he hoped the kid could draw something from it too.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

“Please, please don’t hurt me, I swear I’ll be good after this I will, I will!”

With that Girard couldn't help but feel even worse for the kid who had seemed to recover quick between the combined efforts of the team who were focused on it. Now he was scared out of his mind probably after waking up surrounded by them not to mention whatever put him into the physical state he was in to begin with. The big man wanted to know who was willing to do this to a kid because he had some very choices thoughts lined up for how to deal with them if or when he found out. It just wasn't something he could let go easily even if he had practically no information to go off of there would be an effort to look into this. For now though getting the little buddy back to health was the more important of the two and both Turn Back as well as Omega seemed to be on the right track for trying to calm him down. Raven Tale also contributing though the mask maybe was a little off putting but he couldn't fault her for giving a hand.

As for him he was in an awkward spot given his intimidating stature though it would have been worse if he actually had his helmet on. sure the thing had a moveable face piece but he liked to get the thing off more often than not if it wasn't necessary since it was far easier to get back on than to take it off. For now he would stay his distance to let the others handle the little guy for the time being until he was more settled down. When Wraith came back in her approach to getting the group's attention was maybe a little rough considering the situation but it got the job done he supposed. Tank also realized how young she was compared to the rest of them but he wouldn't bring it up out of respect for the other vigilante, not now at least. However, knowing the Umbra or anyone on his payroll could know the location of the HQ concerned the shit out of him because it wasn't like they were in fighting order at the moment. Let alone if the hammer got brought down on them there probably wouldn't be a huge chance of the fighting it off. he shook the negative thoughts away and focused on the present hoping that maybe Ditch even in her current state could make heads or tails out of the bracelet.