- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- fantasy, scifi, or apocalyptic-ish
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After the battle had subsided, all of the people in Trigger's group met up around the blue police box. Trigger himself was met with a sharp thud to the back of his head. The hand in question belonged to Alec. The man's complaining had a point, Trigger had indeed been acting like a complete douche. Trigger turned to apologize, but stopped himself. Why was he apologizing, was he really sorry. He shrugged the thought off. It wasn't like Trigger to be thinking about how he treated others. The nonchalant round seemed to be a better route in Trigger's mind. "Relax, it's not like I can focus on multiple things in a battle-" he patted Alec's shoulder, "-and besides, it makes you look more manly and brawny" he said as he walked away, leaving Alec to deal with Nora.
All of a sudden the doctor sat up, seemingly at full alert. Trigger turned to see the man stride on over toward the blue box. It seemed like there had also been a second person who wasn't of much help either. Trigger had the urge to point and say something snarky, but his muscles wouldn't move. The moment felt like another person was keeping him in place. "Yeah… y'know what… I-I-" Trigger slapped himself back into focus, "-I'll take a look at the corpses to see what they have" He finished.
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After the battle had subsided, all of the people in Trigger's group met up around the blue police box. Trigger himself was met with a sharp thud to the back of his head. The hand in question belonged to Alec. The man's complaining had a point, Trigger had indeed been acting like a complete douche. Trigger turned to apologize, but stopped himself. Why was he apologizing, was he really sorry. He shrugged the thought off. It wasn't like Trigger to be thinking about how he treated others. The nonchalant round seemed to be a better route in Trigger's mind. "Relax, it's not like I can focus on multiple things in a battle-" he patted Alec's shoulder, "-and besides, it makes you look more manly and brawny" he said as he walked away, leaving Alec to deal with Nora.
All of a sudden the doctor sat up, seemingly at full alert. Trigger turned to see the man stride on over toward the blue box. It seemed like there had also been a second person who wasn't of much help either. Trigger had the urge to point and say something snarky, but his muscles wouldn't move. The moment felt like another person was keeping him in place. "Yeah… y'know what… I-I-" Trigger slapped himself back into focus, "-I'll take a look at the corpses to see what they have" He finished.