His stories are real

Date: July 22nd set late afternoon
Open to all Hero's kinda of a relaxing thread.

stifling a yawn Silver walks out of the tent that served as a kitchen he had finished making late lunch for the solders who had come in late from training. They were happy to have a full meal in there stomachs and John was happy to make it. Now that it was done the old cyborg deserves a walk around camp after all it was one of his duties. Silver's mind wanders back to the past few weeks and what he found most disturbing was that Scroop was in there camp without his knowledge. luckly that threat was gone now but could it happen again?

Fidget had just finished some self-trainig he had been practicing. "N-now, I'll b-be able to take o-on Wizzer." he thought with a grin of confidence on his maw. Walking around camp, Fidget then saw Silver, the cyborg he met soon after the battle that had took place in the jungle. He approached the man. "U-Uh, h-hey there S-Silver." he greeted.

"Good afternoon there Fidget" he replies pausing for a moment to think which one of the dal's this one but was a instantly reminded of who this was by the puppies strutter. "how are ye lad?" he turns his right eye bathed the spotted pup in a golden light. "are yer injuries all healed up?"

Strike wonder back into camp after a day of training. The burnt puppy decided to take a walk around the camp, since he still had some time to kill. It was pretty quite day for once so quite Strike could not help but feel relaxed, his mind started to going a kind of thinking over drive, his thoughts drifting all over the place. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he barely noticed it when bumped into Silver's foot.

Tipo was skipping along the pridelands without a care in the world . He used his wooden sword which he almost always carried around and swung it around playfully pretending ding he was fighting a Villain. "You thought that you were any match for me I am the great and powerful Tipo defender of the heroes. He said swinging his play sword at thin air once again pretending that there was a villain standing there.

But, at that moment he had seen the Cyborg, he sorta remembered him. He ran over to him. "Mr. Silver, Mr. Silver it's me Tipo, do you remember me? "He asked excitedly

"huh?" he turns his eyes downward when he felt something bump into his foot "ah Strike it's you" a smile appears on his face looking down at the burnt spotted puppy "ye have ta watch were yer going lad" Silver warns him a smile still on his face Silver strightens for he had been leaning over slightly as he talked to Strike a voice calling his name caught his attention "Tipo!" Silver chuckles upon seeing the young boy run over to him "course i remember ye" Silver says nodding his head as if to confrim his words. "i see ye 'ave yer sword with you" he points a metal finger at wooden sword. "i could teach ye a few things if ye like?"

"A few things about what? About fighting? Are you offering to train me? "Tipo asked his excitement growing more and more and more. "I would love to be taught Mr. Silver sir. I want to be the bestest hero warrior ever. " Tipo said eagerly.

" Well I gotta admit I do love the spunk this kid has. " Thumper said hopping up and patting tipo on the head with a paw.

Tipo laughs and sits down with sword in hand eagerly looking at Mr. Silver happily.

"aye bout fightin and training lad" Silver chuckles at the boys ever growing excitement Silver sighs and sits himself down on a rock a few feet away "alright Tipo what do ye want to learn?" a broad smile appears on Silver's lips "aye Thumper ye got that right" he laughs slapping his knee. he turns his head to the right thinking he heard footsteps.

"What..oh sorry I, got lost in my own little world for a second..." Strike was about continue when a little boy showed up. It seemed like the tow of them knew each other, he watched as they both talked and played coursing a smile to appear across Strike's face. Man, they were days he envied people like Fidget, Thumper and even Silver, people who could still find the spark of happiness even after everything that had happened to them. Strike could only wish he had what it took to be like them.

"Oh, I'm d-doing good, y-yeah h-hopefully these w-wounds will heal soon." Fidget replied nodding his nose at the wounds on his shoulder. But before Fidget could say much more, Strike and Tipo had shown up, while Fidget was able to recognize his adoptive brother, the jittery pup couldn't tell who the little boy was, probably a newbie around camp.

"O-oh, h-hey Strike," Fidget greeted wagging his tail before looking at Tipo. "U-um, h-hey there a-are y-you new h-here?"

"I guess I am pretty new. I just got here earlier this month. My name's Tipo no jokes about my name please. "Tipo said giving Fidget's head a little pat and then scratches his right ear gently. "So what's your name Puppy? " Tipo asked.

Thumper hops over to Strike. "Hey there buddy" Thumper said not really recalling the dog's name but knew he had seen the burned pup before somewhere. "Something troubling you"? Thumper asked rubbing his cheek against Strike's paw in an effort to show Strike that he could tell Thumper if something was bothering him.

Tipo then turned back to John. "Anything and everything Mr. Silver. I want to be just as good of a fighter as you" Tipo said bright eyed.

"As good as me?" Silver laughs heartly "Ah Tipo yer gonna have to train a whole lot if yer ever gonna get to my level" Silver pauses and rubs his chin with his mechicanl hand thinking for a moment "hmm i reckon we can start wit the basics" he rolls his shoulders in a shrug "first why don't we chat a wee bit eh? how old are ye Tipo?" he asks now folding his hand and resting his beefy chin upon them.

"I am 6 Mr. Silver. But I am turning 7 in just about 7 months. " Tipo said nervously worrying that he was gonna tell him that he was to young to battle. He seriously thought he was ready, he'd start off really slow of course but he truly thought he was ready.

"6 huh?" there was that old mischievous twinkle in Silver's right eye "alright i 'tink yer old enough ta train" he smirks down at the young boy "sides when i was 'tat age i was getting a job my pop was poor ye see" he motions with a hand as he tells his story. "course i didn't tell 'im that he thought i should be in school not working on them docks" Silver snorts

"Really so you're gonna teach me how to fight? That is so awesome I am ready to learn everything Mr. Silver. "Tipo said and then he looked up in interest as he talked about his job as a young boy. "That is so cool" Tipo said