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club unreality // warringkingdoms - candorosa - 11-20-2019
[align=center][div style="width:65%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]The Elysium was amazing and all, but right now, he was bored. He was starving for some sense of entertainment and/or conversation. Lemy had a few ideas on how to find some fun, but he had a feeling nobody would appreciate a burst of creative pyromania so he supposed he had to find someone to socialize with. Although, honestly, his options were limited. Winterwish didn't seem like a great conversationalist, he didn't know Playerone, and he was sure that Videogames was just waiting for the right moment to slit his throat, so the best option was Warringkingdoms.
Truthfully, ever since he'd found through the grapevine that Warringkingdoms had taken over the group, Lemy's interest in the other feline had grown. What were the chances? He had taken over a group by force, she had taken over a group by force, it was a cute coincidence. He made a note to get to know her sooner or later. It would be a fun little acquaintanceship between the two resident usurpers.
Now, Lemy wanted to give her a gift as a starting point but he didn't have any business giving around gifts considering he did not own a single ounce worth of shit in his name. That idea would be tabled for later then. He had to use something else to start a conversation.
Which was why the demon was banging on the door of the room he assumed Warringkingdom was residing in. "Hey! Heyhey, Warringkindoms? Rin? Rinny-Rin Rin? Are ya busy? It's Lemy—wanna chat? Spar? Fish? Answer my questions? 'Cuz if ya gimme a few seconds I could probably come up with some, ya know?" Lemy called out, continuing to bang on the door like a madman.
Re: club unreality // warringkingdoms - Warringkingdoms - 11-20-2019
[font=trebuchet ms]Creative pyromania was unlikely to be appreciated by Elysium's residents, that was true. Rin had known her fair share of pyromaniacs over the course of her lifetime- even befriending some of them- but she couldn't say she'd be especially happy to see another patch of Elysium territory going up in flames. She'd lost too many homes to fire's destructive capacity.
Rin had, at the time, been writing a list of items for the public discussion. What they would do with apprentices was at the top of the list, of course, as was the matter of the market festival, but she had figured there were probably smaller topics worth discussing as well if time permitted. Other potential event ideas, ambassador positions, possible alliances, and the like were all important to determine at some point.
The sudden sound of someone banging on the door made her jump slightly, the ink streaking across the page in a stark departure from her legible, if messy, script. As Lemy's voice echoed shortly after, Rin heaved a sigh of mixed relief and irritation. On one hand, she wasn't under attack, and no one was in desperate need of medical attention. On the other, Lemy really ought to learn that pounding on someone's door unexpectedly was a great way to give them a heart attack.
It sounded like he just wanted to talk, and maybe spar or fish. Definitely not urgent enough to warrant the loud noise, but Rin set down the paper and walked towards the door anyway. Opening the door, she gave Lemy a weary look. "This door's not very stable, I'd prefer you be careful not to break it," she remarked, twitching her tail. This town was old, after all, and she didn't know how long this particular house had existed- probably long enough that the door was worn down inside.
Blinking, she continued, "I suppose I have time to talk. Ask any question you like, but I can't promise I'll know the answer." Or be willing to give the answer, depending on how invasive Lemy felt like being. He'd probably be in the majority of creatures who wouldn't pry for sensitive information, but there were always those few creatures who wanted to know everything.
Re: club unreality // warringkingdoms - candorosa - 11-24-2019
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica; color: #140D32;"]Lemy brightened up at seeing the door swing open. Then deflated at her words, puffing out his cheeks. "Aw. Rinny. You really think little ol' me could break a door? I'm like, seven pounds," he grumbled. He glanced up at the door and gave it a small knock. "Huh. Maybe you should fix it then," he said, still looking at the door.
He turned back his attention toward Rin and pouted at her response. "You'd rather talk than spar or fish? Am I really that entertaining?" Truthfully, he was just throwing out ideas in order to get her to open the door. Which he had accomplished, so he supposed it worked. He hummed as he hung his head backward, staring upwards. Questions, questions... Oh!
He snapped his head back to the front, grinning as he lashed his tail back and forth in excitement. "What's your favorite constellation? Why haven't you fixed your door, huh? Are all of the doors in this village crappy like yours? What were you doing before we started chatting? Would you rather eat a cooked rat or a raw deer?" Lemy rattled off in one breath, counting his questions on his paws. He knew not to start off with personal questions because asking those types of questions just seemed to invite others to do the same to him.
But man, talking was really boring, and asking questions got kinda tiring, so Lemy opened his mouth again. "No, but seriously. Let's spar or somethin'. Or I dunno, ya got any board games? I'm terrible at Monopoly," he was an impulsive spender and seller, which translated to terrible Monopoly skills. It was a tragedy and Lemy still shed tears over it.