[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Pain throbbed in his cranium, assaulting him from the second his eyelids drifted open and forcing him to release an exhausted groan. What had occurred the night before, no one can truly know, not even him, but all he was aware of was that it must have been something pretty damn stupid for him to wake up in such a tortured and anguished state. Yet today he does not waste his time, rising to his full height and stepping from the comfort of his warm makeshift bed. Of course he had plenty of shit to do, and it was time to get it squared off for once. The ambassador system was in dire need of actual work to be done, and as per his promotion, it was up to him to get it booted up if Bast or that other general or, hell, anybody didn't. But it was primarily his duty, being affiliated with foreign affairs. And Bast seemed to fucking hate his job so he wouldn't spare a minute this time 'round. Call him sympathetic, if you will. Zjarr knew the struggles of leading all too vividly.

Yet there's a certain pep in his step as the pain wears off once he makes his way to the open, and it's paired with the appearance of an olive green military cap on his head. Perhaps one of his most prized possessions, it served as a reminder to keep himself on his toes, as a soldier would. The life of a soldier...the cap reminded him of those militaristic fellows that inspired him to tread forward. Deutschland, Soap and Task Force 141. They weren't here, but he could just vaguely sense that spirit. Just vaguely.

No matter! It was time for him to get this shit started. The cyborg wolf would finally call out, "If you're lookin' to be an ambassador, get over here. Now."

As a handful of people stepped over, Zjarr would begin. "A'ight, as y'all know, we're a peaceful bunch. We gotta stay in touch with our allies and see what's poppin' with our neutrals, as well. I can't do that shit by myself. So if you wanna poke your head someplace other than your Clanmates' asses, give bein' an ambassador a shot. At this time, we're allied with Snowbound and Sunhaven. Neutrals are fair game. We don't fuck with the Typhoon, 'nuff said. So just say who y'wanna head to and we'll work things out from there. Some groups may be assigned multiple ambassadors if there's a bunch of y'all try'na join.

"Once we get that shit squared off, feel free to zip to your group and check up on 'em. Bring a gift, introduce yourself, play a game, I don't fuckin' know, do somethin'. No events so far, we're just gonna see what's good with the other groups. Right? Right. Let's get this started, kiddies."

//prolly should've made this ooc but just state your interest in a group here ^^

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