Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2021 8:53:38 GMT -5
Sept 2nd
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While just about anything was better than literally being in Hell, it stood to reason Mok Swagger, a man who thought quite highly of himself, would not be satisfied to subsist as an animal for long. It was tempting to try and fall back into his previous life of fame when he found himself freed, but instead he chose to hang back. Mok believed he was quite clever for doing so. Many self pats on the back were had upon his swift realization of his real situation: that he wasn't home but in some other dimension. The part of Mok that fancied himself a scientist was fascinated. Upon realization of the war, the part of Mok that actually knew his limitations held him back. It was a very difficult thing for him to do, but he managed to lay low and get to know his situation for about a week and a half. During that time, the old rock star kept to the woods because it was easy to hide. He supposed he had to thank some ancient cat ancestor for the instants that took over, but a diet of berries and maybe the odd rodent wasn't appropriate for someone of his status.
Prepared to live like a man again, he stepped into the open. Mok was nothing if not a master of presentation, so he was quite confident in his posture despite looking a little worse for wear due to his time in the forest. He moved with slow, loping strides, his eyes tracking upward as he observed the building before him. A brow quirked as he gave a conceited grin. How quaint. There was a creaking chuckle from his nose as he removed one of his arms from behind his back. So far as he could gather, all that was needed to be brought into any given faction was simply to show up and express interest. Still with his smug smile, he brought his frail knuckles to the door and rapped on it trice.