[There’s no need to really comment on how much waking up on the beach sucked. It was dirty, hot, muggy, and unfamiliar and those were the complaints not taking into account that Piers really just didn’t care for the beach to begin with.]
[On top of waking up hot and alone, he was covered in alien scrapes and cuts that stung like a bitch, he was missing most of his belongings, his pokemon team was gone, and his hair was an absolute matted disaster.]
[That’s right, anyone walking along the beach to see what had washed up will be treated with the sight of a ...pale, thin, gaunt looking man with impossibly thick, matted black and white hair well past his waist, dressed in a damaged white leather jacket and hot pink biker shorts. He looks like he probably hasn’t slept in a decade.]
Oi, what’re you lookin’ at? Take a picture and it’ll bloody last longer.
[You could honestly mistake him for some starved looking monster and you wouldn’t have to feel bad about it.]
[II. Everyone’s a Critic]
[Piers had to come to terms with a lot of things very quickly. He was alone, he was lost, he didn’t have his team, and he didn’t have a pokedollar to his name. The people here were weird, the monsters weirder, and no matter how much of that set him on edge, he had to sort his shit out quick or he was going to be in trouble.]
[The only thing Piers had in his arsenal was his voice, so that is what he sought out for work. He eventually lands a few gigs here and there singing in seedy dive bars. The music here wasn’t up to speed with what Piers usually sang, but he was adaptable in the right circumstances and he had the range to sing what could pay the bills until he had his feet under him. He could work on introducing punk proper to these folks once he had a place to sleep.]
[Of course, the massive wrench in his plans came in the form of an angry mob breaking down the doors to the bar. Someone helpfully screams that its a monster raid and chaos erupts. There are monsters in the audience, sure, but some of them hone right in on Piers on stage and beeline for him.]
[Piers is ...nimble in the right circumstances, and dodging someone’s aimed shotgun just happens to be that circumstance. He throws himself off the stage in time to not get his head blown off and makes for the chaos of the crowd.]
I’m not gettin’ paid enough for this trubbish!
[III. Monster Mash, Harpy Edition.]
Bollocks.
[That is ...a relatively underwhelmed reaction one might have to the first sight of a monster transformation, but honestly the past month has been a wild fucking ride from start to finish for him. He at least expected this to happen, so he regards the sight of his nails turning black, hardening, with morbid curiosity until the pain starts.]
[It was fine, he would just go find somewhere private to go deal with this, like a litten hiding an injury. Pay no mind to that dark alley way making choked pained noises followed by the occasional sound of bones cracking.]
[He’s easy to find, at least, leaving a trail of molted white and black feathers in his wake.]
Piers | Pokemon Sword and Shield
[There’s no need to really comment on how much waking up on the beach sucked. It was dirty, hot, muggy, and unfamiliar and those were the complaints not taking into account that Piers really just didn’t care for the beach to begin with.]
[On top of waking up hot and alone, he was covered in alien scrapes and cuts that stung like a bitch, he was missing most of his belongings, his pokemon team was gone, and his hair was an absolute matted disaster.]
[That’s right, anyone walking along the beach to see what had washed up will be treated with the sight of a ...pale, thin, gaunt looking man with impossibly thick, matted black and white hair well past his waist, dressed in a damaged white leather jacket and hot pink biker shorts. He looks like he probably hasn’t slept in a decade.]
Oi, what’re you lookin’ at? Take a picture and it’ll bloody last longer.
[You could honestly mistake him for some starved looking monster and you wouldn’t have to feel bad about it.]
[II. Everyone’s a Critic]
[Piers had to come to terms with a lot of things very quickly. He was alone, he was lost, he didn’t have his team, and he didn’t have a pokedollar to his name. The people here were weird, the monsters weirder, and no matter how much of that set him on edge, he had to sort his shit out quick or he was going to be in trouble.]
[The only thing Piers had in his arsenal was his voice, so that is what he sought out for work. He eventually lands a few gigs here and there singing in seedy dive bars. The music here wasn’t up to speed with what Piers usually sang, but he was adaptable in the right circumstances and he had the range to sing what could pay the bills until he had his feet under him. He could work on introducing punk proper to these folks once he had a place to sleep.]
[Of course, the massive wrench in his plans came in the form of an angry mob breaking down the doors to the bar. Someone helpfully screams that its a monster raid and chaos erupts. There are monsters in the audience, sure, but some of them hone right in on Piers on stage and beeline for him.]
[Piers is ...nimble in the right circumstances, and dodging someone’s aimed shotgun just happens to be that circumstance. He throws himself off the stage in time to not get his head blown off and makes for the chaos of the crowd.]
I’m not gettin’ paid enough for this trubbish!
[III. Monster Mash, Harpy Edition.]
Bollocks.
[That is ...a relatively underwhelmed reaction one might have to the first sight of a monster transformation, but honestly the past month has been a wild fucking ride from start to finish for him. He at least expected this to happen, so he regards the sight of his nails turning black, hardening, with morbid curiosity until the pain starts.]
[It was fine, he would just go find somewhere private to go deal with this, like a litten hiding an injury. Pay no mind to that dark alley way making choked pained noises followed by the occasional sound of bones cracking.]
[He’s easy to find, at least, leaving a trail of molted white and black feathers in his wake.]