<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f4L4H5i.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maximus Raines<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Dressed up for march...well, he's always dressed up but you know.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Truth be told, Maximus had contemplated faking ill when he heard of his assignment.  Of course, such was the nature of the pressganging that he didn't have time to think of an excuse before the person who had suggested him for the task was long gone.  So he made himself ready for this purpose, accepted the pokemon handed to him.  He figured that he had been picked because he could cut down trees and vegetation in the path.  He stretched and decided against malingering.   He cursed how tired he felt and swore he'd get a good night's sleep tonight.<br/><br/>Once they were in the field, he lingered near the middle of the formation, following Gene and keeping his eyes on a swivel.  If nothing else made it clear that he had never tracked so much as a lost dog, he spoke conversationally to no one in particular, "what do you think caused these tracks, anyway?"<br/><br/>He also kept his offered pokemon in its ball as he kept glancing around aimlessly.