[It's going to take a bit to adjust to this, and that's putting it mildly.
After all, coming from modern-day Earth and then suddenly being dumped in a city where things that he thought only were in video games actually existed? It's a bit of culture shock to say the least. Rock tries to listen closely to what he's been told, frowning as he hears that he's supposedly a "Warrior of Light".
Warrior of Light.
That was even something straight out of a game if he ever heard one. And whoever decided he should be chosen obviously had no idea what they were doing. He had turned away from the only man he considered family on a wild assumption of there being some sign of his mother being alive, going with a relative that he didn't even know existed prior to the tournament that had started this whole mess. Rock absentmindedly clenches a fist, looking away from the Moogle trying to explain what was going on.]
This can't be right.
7 - Random Encounter
[Whether or not Rock believed it, he was here, he was chosen. And whatever it was that was standing in front of him apparently thought so too, considering how persistent it was. He immediately reverted to memories of his training with Terry, fighting instincts ready and raring to go. The stance felt familiar and was something that he was grateful to be back into at this point. At least this much was familiar, though the opponent sure as hell wasn't.]
Rock Howard | Garou: Mark of the Wolves
[It's going to take a bit to adjust to this, and that's putting it mildly.
After all, coming from modern-day Earth and then suddenly being dumped in a city where things that he thought only were in video games actually existed? It's a bit of culture shock to say the least. Rock tries to listen closely to what he's been told, frowning as he hears that he's supposedly a "Warrior of Light".
Warrior of Light.
That was even something straight out of a game if he ever heard one. And whoever decided he should be chosen obviously had no idea what they were doing. He had turned away from the only man he considered family on a wild assumption of there being some sign of his mother being alive, going with a relative that he didn't even know existed prior to the tournament that had started this whole mess. Rock absentmindedly clenches a fist, looking away from the Moogle trying to explain what was going on.]
This can't be right.
7 - Random Encounter
[Whether or not Rock believed it, he was here, he was chosen. And whatever it was that was standing in front of him apparently thought so too, considering how persistent it was. He immediately reverted to memories of his training with Terry, fighting instincts ready and raring to go. The stance felt familiar and was something that he was grateful to be back into at this point. At least this much was familiar, though the opponent sure as hell wasn't.]