[size=9pt]"Ascendants," Comes Moon's voice, not as loud as it is clear, washing down the hallways, seeping into every nook and cranny. The lion carries himself to the platform with all the grace of a crooked old man who's seen one too many wars, the slightest of limps to his paws, the obvious tension in his muscles as he leaps up, settles down to look over the base of the Observatory. "We got another Meeting. I'd appreciate it if you all listened up; this one's important."

His words are severely lacking his typical joviality, the sloppy charisma that always pours thick from his grinning maw. There's an uncharacteristic rigidity to the way he sits. To anyone that wasn't well-adjusted to his ways, it'd look like nothing more than the regality of a Leader, noble and kingly as he should be, but anyone that knew him would pick up on the difference instantly. The set of his shoulders, the way his head was held high and taut, was foreign on him. It made him look almost unrecognizable, alien. But there's anxiety fluttering in his chest and pulling his throat in on itself and if he were to let himself droop now he doubted he'd recover. There were certain times you couldn't let yourself look like a crashing and burning mess of a creature, no matter how much you were, and Moon was going with his gut on this one-- Now was one of those times.

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[size=9pt]"Sunhaven raided us, Monday." He begins, and then sits, quiet, for a moment. "It happened in the middle of the night. If you missed it, I need you to hook me up with whatever sleeping meds you're on." He wasn't joking. "I have no idea what possessed them to do it. Tried to get it out of their crazy bitch of a leader, but she's fucking feral, so that didn't work. She's got some weird fuckin' dialect, anyway; doubt anyone'd be able to understand even if she did spill. All I know is they're scum who crawled in during the night and stole Har." A tension in his muscles, pulling taut and staying like that as he flexes his claws, digs them against the stone of the ground. His jaw sets, molars grinding against molars until he finds it in himself to speak, again. "I'll get him back. Believe me. But for now, it's open fucking season." The words were flat, painfully genuine, and they spilled from his mouth and sat, heavy, over the Observatory. "I don't want to hear shit about our peaceful, passive roots. That was then, this is now. You see one of those slimy fuckers within a ten mile radius of the border? You have my full permission to kill on sight.

"Until this blows over or their cesspool of a village burns to the ground, I want increased border patrols. Go in groups. Fireballs and Dwarf Stars, don't go past the Bunkers unless you're in groups of three and you've been given the go ahead. I'm calling a curfew, too. Make your way back to the plains around the Observatory by sundown. I don't give a fuck how hardcore you think you are; we're neighbors with two manic Clans who seem dead set on killing us off, right now. We need to be careful." Some would call it paranoia wrapping itself around his conscious and rotting him from the inside out, and they wouldn't be far off, but Moon would call it vigilance and being sick of tripping over corpses wherever he walks. "Listen, I know this sounds dramatic, or whatever the fuck-- But there's been more dead bodies turning up than conkers falling from fucking trees, so until that stops, you're gonna' have to put up with it.

He sucks in a breath, draws his tongue over his lips and casts his gaze over the crowd, waiting for the gentle mummer to fall silent again. "On a lighter note - if you can call it that, because I think he might kick our asses - this week's training session goes to Titan. Azazel, you can go ahead and step up the Halo. For now, I'll show you the basics, but we need Clerics. Pretty fucking desperately. Tryouts will probably be up, some time this week.

"Shout out to Ren, Gabe, Azazel, Titan and Oni, also. You're putting in work; it's not going unnoticed. Good job. Alex, you're doing the opposite. You need to show you ass a little bit more. Consider this a warning. As for joiners, we've got some new ones, too. I know the beginning of this Meeting was a big fucking turn-off, and I'm sorry this is the first one you get to see, but hang around and I'll hand out candy next time. I'm talking to Agathe, Marianne, Valkyr, Wanxi, Watson and Ollie. Welcome, folks."

He clears his throat, adjusts his body language in a desperate effort to return to his typical nonchalance, and tries to joke. "Speaking of candy, we got Halloween coming up. Most of y'all are ugly enough not to have to dress up, but a party would be cool, anyway. If any of you are big into that, take it upon yourself to set it up. Who knows. Maybe we can bond with the army of ghosts that's decide to pop up out of fucking nowhere."

And then he falls silent, ending on the facade of the a brighter topic in an effort not to completely and utterly destroy morale. He wants to get up and flee the stage like a petrified kindergartner, but he managed to dig his claws in, stay seated long enough to grit the words out. "Any questions?"

SUMMARY.
- recap of the sunhaven raid.
- harland captured.
- sunhaven dropped to enemies. declaring open season on their members.
- increased border patrols, warning to fireballs and dwarf stars to venture in groups.
- curfew; all members need to be nearby the observatory by sundown.
- this week's training session is being set up by [member=2137]TITAN[/member]
- halo rank reintroduced, [member=2471]azazel.[/member] under moon's apprenticeship, for now.
- warning to [member=1383]ALEXANDER[/member]
- welcome [member=2568]agathe.[/member] [member=2584]MARIANNA[/member] [member=2357]ollie.[/member] [member=2400]WATSON[/member] [member=2555]wanxi[/member] [member=2031]VALKYR[/member] !!! hope y'all enjoy your stay w the star nerds
- announcement of the upcoming halloween party. organizers needed.