Defending The Orphanage

In Africa, Gai Gun was undercover volunteering for the local african orphanage, hearing they were out of food and shelter, he helped feeding them and building homes for all of them. He was donating medicine, and what ever other services to them he could. He always had a soft spot for children, seeing how growing up as a child, he had no father seeing how his was in a coma for ten years, and his mother was usually at work, or too depressed from the coma to spend any time with him. He was simply donating time to the children to give them things he never had growing up, just some one there to look up to.

The man of Grecian disposition fancied the place of such sheer shimmering innocence to which the stagnated immuno-deficient orphans spurred by the remnants of a monkey's residue as to impose such restrictions upon their inner white bloods such curses were lurking within the confines of unit called "orphanage". A veneer of vanity presided itself in self-entitled bienfaiteurs, as the true inclinations remained a clouded veil obscuring the olive skinned male's raison d'etre in particular localizing physical existence within the confines of such a dwelling exterior. Dory-wise hand grasping shaft of stolen arms, watching from outside and a mirror at free hand at the jungles, camouflaged wearing green, in the bushes he hid from all eyes and prowling knaves that may spot him as uninformed the people were of his doings. Ocular optics geared into a mechanical looking for such rabblerousers in destabilizing the order as the nun awaits him as bounty. Pyrrhus loves children, for it is their fertile mounds that make for the world of tomorrow! Because children are children that espoused such children stuff which makes them children due to the mere fact they are indeed such children, so adorable and cuddly and soft and weak and adorable.

Gai Gun, who was just going by his original name Rubedo, was outside playing with the kids. HE had helped build them a playground, complete with swings, slides, and several other things to play on that the kids enjoyed. He was pushing several little ones on the swings, smiling when they were going back and forth, as they screamed, shouted, and laughed having so much fun. Rubedo couldn't help but have fun watching them have fun, as he smiled and played along with them. He was lifting and throwing kids in the air and catching them, and running with them making them an airplane. He had so much fun with the kids, and didn't wanna be any where else but there. He sat down and all the kids followed cheering his name and hanging on his arms laughing.

(OOC: Let's wait for someone to NPC the militias that are attacking for now.)