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Re: PRINTED PROMISES — MEETING 07.29 - rochelle - 07-29-2018
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]About a week ago, Fischer would've met the sound of the conch with a slight grimace. It'd always taken her off guard, the blaring horn, especially when it caught her when she was right in the center of camp, like the first meeting she attended. This was her ... third meeting so far, if her memory was serving her correctly, and the placid feline was approaching it with a new mindset. Now, she was thankful for the horn, for without it, she might still be sitting in camp, wondering why a silence had taken over the area. Instead, she navigated over, trying not to brush too closely to everyone, falling into pace with her crewmates.
As the meeting began, the blind feline had taken a seat, feeling especially connected to the announcements now that she was relying on her hearing more now. Fischer's face was graced with an ardent smile, thinking of the many joiners of the Typhoon that week. Not as much as last week, but still, a healthy amount. And they all came with their bubbling personalities, their diverse voices and scents. It was a whole new thing, learning about someone through what they said rather than what they did now. Fischer was sure she'd always relied on actions rather than words, but it was almost a hypocritical ideal, as words were so powerful to her. Her heart welled for those that were promoted, proud of the three that would be joining her as Strikers ... or so she thought.
Privateer. "Ah ... thank you, Captain ... I'll do my best and beyond, promise." The black smoke would murmur gently. They were pretty serious words to say to someone in glitter, but Fischer really had no clue that Pincher was still covered in the remnants of his makeover. She'd, of course, heard all about it, and had a little bit of a laugh to herself, but she was sure the Captain was in order. Either way, she made her way forward to the tea, feeling around the bean bags to where Pincher was, pawing delicately for the drink and taking it quickly and fluidly, returning back to her spot, or the nearest spot to it, a gentle, but joyful look on her face. She had a lot to owe to the Typhoon now, more responsibility to upkeep. She ... she had a lot of faith in this place, it's power to empower others, to liberate, and she wanted to make that known to everyone that came through those gates. It was her duty, rank or not.
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Re: PRINTED PROMISES — MEETING 07.29 - JUNIOR - 07-30-2018
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//congrats yall !!There must have been at least, like, two meetings since Junior had joined the Typhoon, but truth be told, he'd kind of been ignoring them. What, was he supposed to care about ranks and politics and shit? Well, yeah, probably, but to put it bluntly, he didn't. As long as he had a roof over his head, Junior wasn't too worried about what was going on around him, though perhaps he should start engaging in things a bit more. After all, he'd gone through all that stuff to join this place- they probably expected a little something out of him, so here he was, his very first meeting in this place.
Wandering over next, a tiny bit late, Junior found a place at the very edge of the crowd, seeing as he... didn't quite know anyone very well yet, taking a quick seat as he fixed pastel visionaries upon the leader. Honestly, he didn't understand most of what Pincher was saying, but he tried to pay attention anyway, only recognizing a handful of the names mentioned. He excused himself for it, anyway, reminding himself that, at least, he hadn't shown up to his own meeting hungover (though, come to think of it, that's probably exactly the way he'd be if he were leading a group).
One thing that caught his attention, however, was mention of Sage tryouts. In no way was Junior a healer, but he wasn't the best fighter, either, and he figured he might as well go over to at least watch and learn a little, for the future- just in case. Pincher was pretty quick to finish, luckily for Junior's short attention-span, and his crewmates began calling out congratulations, spurring a small echo of, [color=#5B81AE]"Noted," from the tabby before he excused himself from the meeting. It had been a bit boring, sure, but at least he'd heard some important things, right? It wasn't a total waste of time.
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Re: PRINTED PROMISES — MEETING 07.29 - CELESTE G.M. - 07-30-2018
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The conch was unbearably loud. That was the first conclusion that the siamese came too, taking a seat amongst the group of crewmates that gathered to hear their leader's announcements. It was pretty cut and dry she'd assume, promotions and shoutouts and welcomes. The sage tryouts sounded like something that she should probably take a look at, but apart from that? Nothing that particularly caught her attention.
"Congratulations to those promoted." That she knows that she should do, although she doesn't recognise of the names but Captainpaw's and Vandal's. Perhaps she needs to get out a bit more.
[div style="text-align:center;width:55%;font-size:11pt;font-family:times new roman;padding-TOP: 3px;"][color=white]SO STILL THIS BROKEN MELODY AND HEREWITH SHOULDER THEE"Congratulations to those promoted." That she knows that she should do, although she doesn't recognise of the names but Captainpaw's and Vandal's. Perhaps she needs to get out a bit more.
LAST STEP ONLY LEAVING AN EMPTY HEARTH DOWN BY THE SEA
Re: PRINTED PROMISES — MEETING 07.29 - deimos - 07-30-2018
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DELDRACH
FEMALE — JAGLIONESS — STRIKER
[div style="background-color: #1c1c18; color: #d2b25b; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 520px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Deldrach padded over, the taletell droll of the conch reaching her ears even from the jungle. She padded into the meeting, taking a seat nearby, looking disinterested. She smelled of burnt wood, smoke, and metal, ears twitching. She listened in, noting the jewel on the tip of Pinch's tail before breaking her attention away from it, a tiny smirk on her muzzle. However, as her name was called, Deldrach rose to her feet, slowly padding forward. She glanced about to the others who received it, and she honestly didn't feel nervous. She took the tea with a dip of her head, drinking it. She made a face as she stalked back into the crowds, looking about for Vandal. She glanced over her shoulder, speaking up now. "Congrats, to those who were promoted. And noted, sir." She said the final part back in Piinch's direction. speech
Re: PRINTED PROMISES — MEETING 07.29 - VANDAL R. - 07-30-2018
The singing conch draws Vandal over from her tree-hut. The base has been finished, for the most part, and all that's left to do is to furbish and design; it's because of this that she isn't too torn about leaving it for a couple of minutes, picking her way through the jungle and shores until she's drawing closer and closer to the bustling crowd of Typhoon members. If she squints, she can almost imagine them being one sea, one entity in the way they writhe.
It's clear she hasn't gotten any good sleep in a while. She trudges through the crowd looking antsy and distressed - she can't find anyone she recognizes and it's worrying her. Her name is called, she's urged to the front, and she doesn't exactly know what's going on except that Pinch is saying something about a promotion and urging her to drink something. She doesn't know why she does, but she lets the bitter taste linger on her tongue as she downs it in one go before wandering back to the crowd.
Her eyes sweep left and right until she finds the familiar form of Deldrach. Vandal quickly wanders over to settle herself down next to her, hunkered over with her head dipped low like she's done something bad and doesn't want people to know. She sits there and lets herself be quiet, be disconnected for once,
It's clear she hasn't gotten any good sleep in a while. She trudges through the crowd looking antsy and distressed - she can't find anyone she recognizes and it's worrying her. Her name is called, she's urged to the front, and she doesn't exactly know what's going on except that Pinch is saying something about a promotion and urging her to drink something. She doesn't know why she does, but she lets the bitter taste linger on her tongue as she downs it in one go before wandering back to the crowd.
Her eyes sweep left and right until she finds the familiar form of Deldrach. Vandal quickly wanders over to settle herself down next to her, hunkered over with her head dipped low like she's done something bad and doesn't want people to know. She sits there and lets herself be quiet, be disconnected for once,
Re: PRINTED PROMISES — MEETING 07.29 - DIMITRI HELLFIRE - 07-31-2018
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It turned out the guy he had thought to be somewhat importand in this place actually was the leader. Look at that. Kazumi carried a loose smirk as he had been present but more in the back in the shadows as he observed everyone how was present. So this was the most of the clan?. Of course there was always someone how missed out or didn't bother themself to show up, that had happend himself some few times as well. Meetings most of the times where just a repeated process there the leader pretty much said the same thing. Promotions. Demotions. Events. A new allience or dropping one. Raids. Peace talk. Blah. It was to ordinary and balanced for him to really care most of the times. Pretending to care he of course could do but in reality believed there was better ways to use his time on.
But he could also understand the responsibility of carrying a leader position it was just him how wished something could happend more under the meeting then simple adress the typical normal most of the times boring stuff. It was at this times he missed his little 'clowns' he liked to call them. They always manged to amuse him when life was boring him out to much. Unfortunate they hadn't been placed here, if anything they might be dead. Oh well, eventually would found himself some new clowns in this world that he was sure of.
Kaze remained silent though not really beliving voicing anything that had been said was necessery this time around. All he gave was a smirk, but had heared the welcome of having him here. That they said now. But in the future thier opinion might change.
But he could also understand the responsibility of carrying a leader position it was just him how wished something could happend more under the meeting then simple adress the typical normal most of the times boring stuff. It was at this times he missed his little 'clowns' he liked to call them. They always manged to amuse him when life was boring him out to much. Unfortunate they hadn't been placed here, if anything they might be dead. Oh well, eventually would found himself some new clowns in this world that he was sure of.
Kaze remained silent though not really beliving voicing anything that had been said was necessery this time around. All he gave was a smirk, but had heared the welcome of having him here. That they said now. But in the future thier opinion might change.