ooc first a lil note aka let's pretend i never tried to join with her akhdkdh
[member=789]CAINSMARK[/member]

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Chasing the children was exhausting. Thankfully, she has other matters to attend to, such as visiting groups - ones that she actually means to visit, rather than the ones she showed up to while trying to keep her daughters out of trouble.

The Ascendants is first on her list. To be completely honest, she's not very educated on their group, but she supposes now is the time to learn. All she knows is they've got the numbers, which is the reason behind her visiting personally. Where she wants this to go, she's not sure, but winging it has always been her approach. After all, who really needs solid plans? Not her!

The cheetah peers out over the rolling plains, caramel gaze intent as she searches through the tall grass for any approaching members. She prefers this landscape far more than the swamps she's just come from (ahem, Tanglewood). Hopefully this visit is more peaceful, as her stomach is already lightly scratched up, and she is no longer looking for a fight.

Taking a deep breath, she speaks up. "Hello? The name's Sola. I'm the leader of The Rosebloods, a rather newly formed group, and I'd like... to talk." This is mostly a way to introduce themselves, she recognizes, but maybe she can get something out of this interaction. She always does have some underlying motive, doesn't she?

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"Request denied." The lion was mud splattered and busy, mane in all states of a mess. He had herbs in his jaw and herbs in his bag, various stems and sticks protruding. His voice was flat. "We don't talk here. Only form of communication accepted is brief exchanges of star signs." He looked the cheetah over, squinting, because there was almost something about her he felt he recognized, but it escaped him. What didn't escape him was her words, vague like a politician trying to avoid a scandal. But ultimately, he didn't know her, and he figured Bast would beat his ass if he fucked up a potential allegiance with a powerful clan. Not that this was that. He forces a brief grin. "Jokes. Whatcha' wanna talk about, Sola? Twenty question? I'm sure someone higher up will be here soon."

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A snort could be heard at Moon's joke, the young Fireball trailing closely behind the smaller feline, long tail swishing from side to side, pale blue eyes studying the two carefully, but for once, Thea had very little to say, for now choosing to settle down, curious as to what these strangers had to say.

Groups had been popping up, here and there, and every now and then, the Ascendents got visitors from them. Sunhaven, Moonlight Vale, and a couple of others, now including the Rosebloods, it seemed.

Rosebloods. A pretty name. Claws reached up towards Thea's neck, and began to absentmindedly play with the beads on the cord there.

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When it came to someone that was constantly parnaoid, getting as much intel as possible was one of the ways to quell that paranoia. It meant that he should know and what to expect from something that would evidently come toward his direction. One of the reasons why he had yet to approach any of the likes of the other outposts that were around the area as he wanted to get as much information as he possibly could. The Freelancer had no reason to go toward any of them unless they really did have information that they needed. It would be something that would eventually happen, and the former human was bound to make his appearance in all of them whether they liked him being there or not. The armored smilodon commonly followed Carolina around, especially after the recent events that had happened with the female. He wasn't sure what he thought about what was happening to her, but he didn't like it. Sometimes it seemed like a switch needed to be turned on for something to happen. Either way, if Washington had been who he was before he started the program that turned him into what he was now, he probably would have joined in with the rest of the sarcasm that was going around.

It was another outpost, one that had the designated name Rosebloods. Interesting name, and he wasn't going to take the name literally either. Washington flicked one of his ears as he made his way over, not being able to distinguish scents thanks to the helmet that he wore anyway. Washington had to rely on his hearing and his sight to find those that he didn't recognize. Which wasn't all that hard but more time-consuming. The lion-sized animal wore armor that coverd the front portion of his body, his helmet hiding any facial features that one would have. He was lucky for that as no one would be able to tell how tired he really was. The former human came to a stop slightly adjacent to the rest of the group, not saying anything. He technically had a rank with this group, but he didn't bother to try and get involved with other affairs that didn't concern him. His golden gaze looked over those that he knew and those that he didn't know before looking toward the two animals that were on the border. He always needed to keep up to date with what was going on, and this was one of them. There seemed to be a couple groups that were popping up here and there.[b] "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself in his usual deadpanned tone, and not say anything more. If anything, he was just here to listen.