Aaron Eveans
His clothes changed and hair flopping into his eyes, Aaron ran a hand through the dripping strands to comb it back. Well that certainly felt better then the unidentified goop. A cringe flashed across at the sight of his jammed gun that lay in a growing circle of the goop and soaking into the bills and wanted posters which lay beneath. He sighed, his hands reaching up to rub at his eyes with an low groan. He really needed a cigarette right now. The mere thought of paperwork had him shuddering. The original pile had somehow migrated across the room and it was a sea of white papers.
"Did I ever do anything to you?" he muttered rhetorically to the ceiling. His hands eventually found the cool grip of a gun after digging through the white and a full ammo belt that he swung to rest comfortably on his shoulder. The paperwork could definitely wait. The ogre was more important. It could eat someone. Yeah, that would work as an excuse. Frowning, Aaron reached over to grab the jammed gun. It wouldn't work until he cleaned all that out of the mechanism but it would be his good luck charm. He certainly needed one.
Exiting out the door with a jaunty step, Aaron's smile grew as he considered the ogre waiting for him in the forest. He would get a surprise now that he had sufficient equipment. It would be revenge for his poor gun.
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