Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 22, 2011 4:38:06 GMT -8
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Sitting in Inglewood, feeling rather protected surrounded by the dragonlings, but knowing better than to get relaxed in a time of war. This was the way his family was, it was a way of life for him, but the majority of them where too young for this kind of thing. He had lost a brother to family disputes, a good friend and apprentice to Barker's troops. Even now his son his off in Compton trying to quell the chaos and make a stamp in this world.
Leon was outside the Peace Cafe, wearing a pair of jeans, a white wife beater, and a blue bandana. On his right bicep was a black sweat band with the symbol of the wind dragon on it. Leon wondered if any of this was going to pan out. He knew his limits, he knew his opponent... He didn't know if he could put a stop to all this.
Popping a pak of pokey out of his pants he'd chew on the end of one for a few moments. A couple of coughs splashing the back of his teeth as he bit into the stick it falling to the ground. The distinct taste of copper on his tongue.
"Achilles." Leon said,
"Yes."
The quick reply of the young expirament boy he had saved durring the Correctional Facilities destruction.
"I think we need to go to the airport and get it up and running."
"Should I fetch your armor?"
"No, I'll go put it on, you get some men together."
As Leon went inside the cafe he'd go to the ballistics glass case holding his battle suit. The black of the suits armor only offset by the golden trim gleamed in Leon's white eyes.
Pulling first the leggings he'd kick off his shoes and slip intot he boots, strapping the shin pieces and thigh pieces into place. Before he's able to stand he coughs a few more times, raising his hand to his mouth, catching the saliva and blood. A sigh as he stopped coughing before leaning back in his chair...
"I wonder if my heart will let me make a safe place for my family..."
Leon would stand wearing his boots and power pants he'd move back to the case and slip on the chest piece, sliding his arms through the holes and strapping on the bicep parts. Pulling out the gauntlets he's push his hands through the forearm portions and glide them into place within the fingers of the gloved portion. Grabbing the helmet last he'd walk out to Achilles and the assembled ten dragonlings.
"Alright. We're heading to the airport. I dont know what to expect when we get there. I do know it will be the deciding factor on if we swim or drown in this new world."
With that Leon would slide the helmet on, the red tented protector kicking on as it showed him information on the heads up display. Leon jumping on his motorcycle as the Dragonlings clammered onto theirs. Off they would ride like the massive thunder right after a flash of lightning.
Sitting in Inglewood, feeling rather protected surrounded by the dragonlings, but knowing better than to get relaxed in a time of war. This was the way his family was, it was a way of life for him, but the majority of them where too young for this kind of thing. He had lost a brother to family disputes, a good friend and apprentice to Barker's troops. Even now his son his off in Compton trying to quell the chaos and make a stamp in this world.
Leon was outside the Peace Cafe, wearing a pair of jeans, a white wife beater, and a blue bandana. On his right bicep was a black sweat band with the symbol of the wind dragon on it. Leon wondered if any of this was going to pan out. He knew his limits, he knew his opponent... He didn't know if he could put a stop to all this.
Popping a pak of pokey out of his pants he'd chew on the end of one for a few moments. A couple of coughs splashing the back of his teeth as he bit into the stick it falling to the ground. The distinct taste of copper on his tongue.
"Achilles." Leon said,
"Yes."
The quick reply of the young expirament boy he had saved durring the Correctional Facilities destruction.
"I think we need to go to the airport and get it up and running."
"Should I fetch your armor?"
"No, I'll go put it on, you get some men together."
As Leon went inside the cafe he'd go to the ballistics glass case holding his battle suit. The black of the suits armor only offset by the golden trim gleamed in Leon's white eyes.
Pulling first the leggings he'd kick off his shoes and slip intot he boots, strapping the shin pieces and thigh pieces into place. Before he's able to stand he coughs a few more times, raising his hand to his mouth, catching the saliva and blood. A sigh as he stopped coughing before leaning back in his chair...
"I wonder if my heart will let me make a safe place for my family..."
Leon would stand wearing his boots and power pants he'd move back to the case and slip on the chest piece, sliding his arms through the holes and strapping on the bicep parts. Pulling out the gauntlets he's push his hands through the forearm portions and glide them into place within the fingers of the gloved portion. Grabbing the helmet last he'd walk out to Achilles and the assembled ten dragonlings.
"Alright. We're heading to the airport. I dont know what to expect when we get there. I do know it will be the deciding factor on if we swim or drown in this new world."
With that Leon would slide the helmet on, the red tented protector kicking on as it showed him information on the heads up display. Leon jumping on his motorcycle as the Dragonlings clammered onto theirs. Off they would ride like the massive thunder right after a flash of lightning.
