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Ermac ([personal profile] glowygreendeath) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2015-07-09 09:23 am

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Who | Ermac and you!
What | Combat practice and demanding answers
Where | The training centre and the District 12 suite
When | Thursday the 9th

A

Ermac had awoken in the Capitol, thoroughly disoriented from the sudden silencing of his many souls. They were still there, he could feel them there, but their unending chatter and screams had been muffled to a sort of a dull roar at its loudest. It was like part of his consciousness had suddenly been denied to him. Not only that, but his telekinesis doesn't respond; there's not even a glow in response to his mental commands. Desperate for something, anything, familiar to ground himself with, Ermac soon found himself in the training facility. It didn't take him long to pick out one of the tougher training dummies to start pummeling.

Anyone coming across him will find him employing a wide range of martial arts maneuvers against the hapless dummy while some of its stuffing occasionally flies out.

B

Now that he's had a chance to vent, Ermac can be found wandering the District 12 suite, looking very unhappy about the situation he's found himself. The second he notices someone else, he immediately turns and heads in their direction.

"You! We have questions, and you will answer them!"
 

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[personal profile] inrestlessdreams 2015-08-26 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I was stuck in a town called Silent Hill. It used to be my wife's special place, until she-" he unconsciously paused to have his brain decide if it would continue the delusion or try to come clean. "Until she died. But I had a lot of issues to work out with that."

Understatement of the Century.

"I had to face monsters I hope to never see."