refectories and files || MEETING

Their last meeting was rather short. Had there been no interesting events and plans, there might of not been one. Nevertheless, things always came up. There was a certain chaotic vibe that entranced others into messing with The Pitt, but Jervis wouldn't admit that the true reason was karma. Saying that, the chaos never ended. As always, there was another enemy on their ass. Hell, if Elysium tried to raid them at this point too, the ardent wouldn't be surprised. Everyone just wanted a piece of them. Being the center of attention, just like Jervis wanted, was greatly satisfying though. Of course, despite the consequences to his group. Then again, when did he care about anyone but himself?

Upon feeling the need to display his dismay and express what gratitude he had (that he didn't have very much of), Jervis decided it was time for another meeting. Blood stains from the previous display of their brute force remained on the floor, but the vulpine chose not to care as he wandered towards the front of the stage. "Pittians-" 'Brutes and savages,' he thought, referencing what [member=4045]ENVY.[/member] once said. "Gather for a fucking meeting."

[glow=#000,1,400]WE'LL SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN, WE'LL CLIMB HIGHER THAN WE'VE EVER BEEN[/glow]

The concept of a meeting was foreign to the cicada. He had been in the ground for so long, where interaction with such a wide variety of persons was nonexistant. His heavy series of footsteps carried him over, his antennae curled against his head. He truly didn't understand speech. It was only the essence of the words that got through- the new sentient part of his mind making such a possibility. Thankfully. Otherwise he likely would be the only one to ignore the summons of his leader.

That was why the dragon was coming over, because he felt the demand and his mind compelled him. His wings buzzed a little as he came and sat down, his legs awkwardly curling to accomplish such a feat. It felt odd, yet normal at the same time. The confusion of his mind was furthered, but the dragon was present for the meeting nonetheless.

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Volatiletimes made his way over and took a seat next to Roman, giving the other male a wink and smirking. He then looked up at Jervis and flicked his tail. What did the fox want? Meetings were always so drab, but maybe this time it would be different. The leader seemed like the type to make them at least a little more interesting.

FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT

At the Ardents call, Fourth and Glitch would make their way over to join the others. The larger, older canine moved with nonchallance, but for Glitch this was her first meeting and she moved with a bit more purpose, leading the way as she often did when wanting to explore ahead of her 'older brother'. In silence the pair would take a seat amongst the other Pittians, ears angled forward to catch the words to come.

"SPEECH

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IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A LIONS DEN, I'LL PULL MY PIN AND JUMP RIGHT IN

There was a good amount of animals that had already shown up. From newer to older members, they had a good mix. Jervis found himself greatly pleased by his ability to gather them before him, a smirk appearing on his maw. That said, it seemed to be time to start the meeting. Unlike most meetings, he would start on a positive note and work his way down to the knitty gritty. Perhaps this was a rare occurrence of one of his tolerable moods. Strange.

When silence came, Jervis began to speak. "To our newer and older members alike, welcome to The Pitt," he rang out loudly. "Hopefully you're enjoying your time here so far. I'd like to think we are." Of course there was nothing better than being under his control. He was an admirable leader. At least in his own mind. "Thank you to those who have been helping out with initiations lately, along with taking care of the group itself," the ardent continued on gracefully. "It's very honorable." Their labor and graciousness towards him would come with rewards. It only seemed customary. Loyal patrons deserved something.

"The marauder rank will be making a swift return." Since he couldn't decide on a Vicar, the fox found himself at a loss. Without a position previous to that, they weren't able to prove themselves correctly. Jervis figured this was for the best. "I would like to promote Fourthwall, Bai Shi, and Kydobi to the rank accordingly." With each name, he'd stare at them with his golden eye then proceed to point dramatically towards them. "Congratulations."

- Welcome to The Pitt! Glad to see so many newer members around the place. If you need any assistance, don't be afraid to message me personally here or on Discord. <3
- A new guide has been posted. The formatting/code is now more mobile friendly. There is also some new editions. History will be added soon enough!
- Congratulations to those promoted!
- Any questions, plot ideas, comments, or concerns? Let me know in a DM!

Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
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[OOC: thanks Orion! it was unexpected for me AND Ky haha XD]

To say he this was the last thing he was expecting would be an understatement. Everything about this whole situation was a curveball. From Jervis' unusually good mood to the sudden promotion and the amount of people promoted.

Once he would've felt like this promotion was long overdue, that he had long since proved his worth. However a little things had changed since then. Kydobi was no longer actively seeking a higher position, but that did not mean he would reject such a title.

When his name was called he tensed and straightened his posture for it was unexpected and looked up. He looked at Fourth and Bai, dipping his head. Before coughing out a, "Proud to serve you Jervis." Clearing his throat he would look at the single eye. Remembering when its counterpart was still intact.

Finally when his mind cleared a little, he would realize that this was a higher position. Just below Vicar... And so he would be even more affiliated with the Pitt. People would hate him even more for he was rewarded a promotion in the Pitt. So "well" did he carry out tasks and live the life as a Pittian. Hiding in the trees to escape from his life was more closer to the truth. But the other members of the other groups would easier point their fingers and condemn him because it was easiest to blame those at the head of an organization. It wasn't fine but he would tell himself it was. Force that idea down his throat like bitter medicine and he would swallow it for it would make him better.

He almost shut his eyes but he had to know how this would affect his day to day life. He looked at Bai a little longer than the rest before inhaling. Deeper in the Pitt they had dug themselves somehow.

"What does this promotion have for us in regards to responsibilities and authority? Is there anything more you'd expect to see from us?"

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