[It wasn't the first time he'd fallen from heights, and definitely wouldn't be the last. Slogging his way to the shore was unpleasant, salt water stinging in cuts and scrapes as he tried to wring what water he could out of his hair. But there wasn't much time for that when he registered the state of affairs on the beach itself, throwing himself immediately into helping; moving debris, looking for anyone trapped or injured to help get out.
And if some of the things he was shifting were too heavy for a normal teen to be able to lift, he certainly didn't seem to be having any trouble.]
Hey... you alright? Need any help?
ii. the rain
[Nostalgia wasn't something Tommy was a big fan of. Which meant that when it hit, he was doing his best to ignore the thoughts and feelings, taking to wandering the city in an attempt to distract himself, umbrella in hand, daemon at his heels. Euclid was already the size of a large dog, but something about the size of his his feet, and the long lanky limbs suggested he still had some growing to do yet.
Tommy himself might not look so approachable but Euclid seemed more interested in those around them, the frills decorating his head lifting slightly if he spied anything or anyone that caught his attention, head tilting not unlike a bird's might.]
Tommy Oliver | mmpr (comic)
[It wasn't the first time he'd fallen from heights, and definitely wouldn't be the last. Slogging his way to the shore was unpleasant, salt water stinging in cuts and scrapes as he tried to wring what water he could out of his hair. But there wasn't much time for that when he registered the state of affairs on the beach itself, throwing himself immediately into helping; moving debris, looking for anyone trapped or injured to help get out.
And if some of the things he was shifting were too heavy for a normal teen to be able to lift, he certainly didn't seem to be having any trouble.]
Hey... you alright? Need any help?
ii. the rain
[Nostalgia wasn't something Tommy was a big fan of. Which meant that when it hit, he was doing his best to ignore the thoughts and feelings, taking to wandering the city in an attempt to distract himself, umbrella in hand, daemon at his heels. Euclid was already the size of a large dog, but something about the size of his his feet, and the long lanky limbs suggested he still had some growing to do yet.
Tommy himself might not look so approachable but Euclid seemed more interested in those around them, the frills decorating his head lifting slightly if he spied anything or anyone that caught his attention, head tilting not unlike a bird's might.]
iii. network