#greygent

In a one versus god who knows how many fight, Venom's almost superhuman stamina and will to fight was a blessing. Combined with his Parasite Suit, his range of cybernetics, and his full arsenal, he was a walking army. A supply crate smashes open in front of him, and he grabs the rocket launcher, light machinegun, and bandolier of grenades from within, before hiking back to the fight.

Taking aim with the launcher, he blows a considerably large hole in a dragon type monster, watching it crash and take out a swarm of little men. He racks the bolt on the LMG, performing a walking fire maneuver as he advances. Eventually, it runs dry, and he tosses his grenades like an adult would give away halloween candy. Enemies start to close in around him, but he's one step ahead of them. Detaching the Rocket Fist and attaching the poorly named Stun Arm, it begins to rotate rapidly 360 degrees, lightning crackling as it does so. Fighting his way backwards, he gets the notification that the charge is finished and thrusts his hand up into the air, a mighty thunder-clap erupting from nowhere as lightening bolts spring forth from his fingers and strike the foes around him, chaining and arcing from one to the next. Almost in unison, they fall, twitching and fried to a crisp as his hand sparks. Through the clearing, he notices another familiar face.

Ordis has managed to get the hang of walking surprisingly quickly, once he got his (both metaphorical and literal) feet under him. In fact, after the initial confusion and adjustment, he’s taken to having a physical form much better than one would expect. It feels almost natural for him. (He doesn’t dare to say it’s freeing, because, of course, he’s perfectly happy and content being a Cephalon, it’s just this situation isn’t nearly as awful as he’d at first expected).

One thing he hasn’t gotten used to, however, is having a proper sense of touch. So someone tapping his shoulder causes him to freeze up, the currently-metaphorical wires in his head seeming to spark wildly. Some kind of circuit breaks, and--

Well, he’s not sure why his first reaction is to whirl around and land a solid punch in the unlucky stranger’s gut, but that’s exactly what he’s done.

Ordis blinks several times, his arm still outstretched as if he’s not entirely sure what to do with it now. How does he know how to do that? And more importantly...

         ...They weren’t kidding when they mentioned Airaisal was overrun with these things. Rampaging around, eating any kind of vegetation they could get in their mouths, it was quite the sight. Double checking the details on a phone picture I took of the request, I shrugged, throwing a groan in Grey’s direction. Was this really necessary? I’m sure a herd of hungry dragons could wipe the entire Binge Chungi population in a few days time. It seemed a bit excessive to pay people when natural selection was due to run its course. A part of me was also hesitant to help another kingdom with their problems -- as if Yela Alora didn’t have enough of their own. I believed that but I couldn’t leave Grey hanging either.

Otoya sat there with his guitar, having issues playing it due to no power but he was doing his best. He opened his mouth and began singing. The lyrics fell from his mouth, though not an original song by Otoya it was one that he connected to during his growing up years. And he hoped he succeeded with what the lyrics state.

“Someday and soon I'll make you proud of your boy Though I can't make myself taller Or smarter or handsome or wise

“I have run out of ideas.” Alsan mused, he kept pretty busy for most of the day, but now he’s bored. “Alexa, send a random cat picture to everyone in the city.”

‘Alright, Aslan, sending cat picture to everyone’ 

To: Everyone From: Aslan ☀ - {Image}

“Diamond Dog Agent Grey. Good to see you’ve kept the company from falling apart.”

[FROM]: Itsame Violet [TO]: Secret Agent Grey