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[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Lemy might as well get the invitation out of the way. He never knew if something would come up that later on. Not to mention, if he turned in his invitation first, he'd be, well, the first one. Instant nonnegotiable success. Plus, that was something a responsible authority figure would do, right? He could do that, no problemo.

Now, as for the invitation itself, sure he could just mosey on to Tanglewood and give them a verbal invitation but where was the fun in that? There was no flair, no way to be smug about it. So, he decided on a written invitation. And if someone couldn't read? Then they sucked, plain and simple. But unfortunately, he couldn't say that so he was going to stick around to extend a verbal invitation as well. Redundant, yes, but he didn't have another choice.

However, he was lacking in materials. So, he had to make work with what he had. After some skulking around, he gathered the necessary supplies and got to work.

And now, armed with his invitation and a sense of childish accomplishment, he strolled up to the edge of Tanglewood territory. "Heeey, I'm baaaack!" Lemy screeched to beckon the poor bastards who heard to him. Lemy waited for a few minutes, then poised a question to the air, confident that his loud voice could project it. "Guess what!? Guess, guess, c'mon," he chanted, waving his invitation in the air. It was sealed neatly inside a crisp envelope, a makeshift decal portraying the Elysium's mountain holding it closed. It was obviously carefully constructed, a jarring contrast to how...careless he was with everything else.

Obviously, he wasn't going to just come out and invite them. Lemy preferred to make things difficult.

[ABATHUR .]

Sometimes Abathur found himself on the border out of pure coincidence, either seeing somebody and realizing how far out he had accidentally gone, or simply wandering out a bit into the neutral territories until he realized his mistake and hurriedly scurried back. This, though, would mark the first time that somebody had managed to yell him to the border.

It was impressive, frankly, how far away Abathur could hear Lemy. Whether a product of the former's supercharged (and almost certainly ridiculously oversensitive) sense of touch combined with the forest that wonderfully transmitted any and all vibrations, or of the latter's very very very loud voice, Abathur managed to get a read on where the loudmouth was from... well, his sense of distance wasn't very good, but it was certainly very far away, and he hadn't even begun to reach what he believed to be the general border area of Tanglewood. So, true to his nature as a curious person and as a spider, he would crawl towards the disturbance on his 'web' with mud on his claws and a question in his heart.

Of course it was Lemy.

He barely knew the other, but it was most certainly in character from what he did know, as long as someone considered "loud" a personality trait. Truly, despite such harsh commentary, the spider wasn't annoyed, simply baffled at how someone could possibly get through life with such reckless disregard for the sanctity of silence. "Why does subject have letter?" He asked, hoping to ignore the attempt at a game and simply get to the point. Though, frankly, he was actually curious as to why he had such a pristine letter. It wasn't dirty or anything, which meant that it likely wasn't just found lying around, and it also wasn't open, which meant that, since Lemy knew the contents of the letter, he had likely written it - but why? To what purpose? Why write and seal a letter only to deliver it in person and loudly make a big deal of that fact? It confused him so, so much, but surely there was a logical explanation. There had to be. He couldn't just believe that people just... did things without considering all the energy and time expended, as well as some other options. There had to be logic in the universe.

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[THEM]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]...This guy again. Kaz doesn't hate him - there really isn't much to hate on this side of reason - but Lemy is just a bother, to the point where the mere call of his voice is enough to raise tension in the cheetah's temples. He wasn't busy, or otherwise interrupted, which pisses him off more than if he were trying to focus; it's the fact that he has no excuse to get out of entertaining Lemy's time that makes irritation burn in his chest.

Kaz eyes the sealed letter, then the bright look on the Elysite's face that implored him to guess what the hell he wanted. He can't help the slight twist of his lip, sneering only marginally. Pantomiming deep thought with a scratch of his chin and a tilt of his head, Kazuhira added alongside Abathur's words, "You... Defaulted on your timeshare and you have to go home?"

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

The sound of Lemy's voice echoing out from the border wasn't exactly surprising, since it seemed as though the male had a strange affection for Tanglewood that Aurum was pretty sure rivaled that of the affection for his own home. In fact, it was more surprising for the source of the noise to be on the other side of the border, rather than within the thick swamp that Tanglewood inhabited. The Captain honestly hadn't been aware that Lemy had decided to leave from his vacation at some point, so when he heard Lemy loudly announcing that he was back, he felt a vague bit of confusion. Moving slowly up alongside Miller and Abathur, the winged lion rumbled as he sat back on his haunches, head tilted to one side, "You were ever gone?" The question may have been vaguely rude to anybody else, but honestly Aurum wasn't sure that Lemy would be able to detect the slightly tired tones of his and Miller's voices. Or, if he did in fact here said tone, if he would actually give a shit. Tail flicking back and forth absentmindedly, Aurum let his gaze find the letter that Lemy was grasping tightly, excitement shining in the Elysite's eyes as he wiggled around the envelope emblazoned with the Elysium mountain logo. He could only assume it was for them, or else Lemy was probably shirking his duty to head to another group just to visit them... that wouldn't have entirely surprised the angel either. Taking a deep breath, the Captain of the Guard suggested softly, adding onto Miller's silly little addition with a more serious one of his own, "I can really only assume you're inviting us to something... unless Rin dropped dead and you're here to tell us that you guys have yet another leader." He really hoped that wasn't the case, since he had enjoyed Rin's company on the couple of times he had met her for ambassador missions. Worse yet, he wasn't even sure who could take over if she did drop dead, and the awful possibility of Lemy stepping up to her position made a wave of worry rush over him. Oh god, Elysium was going to die if he was in charge. Hopefully, Aurum had been right in his first assumption, and it was just an invitation to some fun social event they had come up with. Or at least, that's what he was praying.

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[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Wow, no one was happy to see him.

Lemy pouted at the replies and tones he received, dramatically wilting. "Geez, you two really suck at this game," he punctuated his words with a pointed sigh towards Abathur and Miller. "Ya gotta guess Abby, that's how it works and no I'm not leaving yet, Millie," he finally grumbled, tugging at his black cloak. He could forgive Abathur for not going along with him; spiders probably didn't play guessing games. But Miller could shove his sunglasses up his spotted ass. Instead of verbalizing these thoughts, he simply sighed forlornly. "I thought we had somethin' special, Millie Mill Mill, can't believe ya want me to leave...we're both really mean, we're both yellow..."

Aurum, bless him, was the only one who bothered taking him seriously and for that Lemy awarded him with the title of 'Tanglewood Rin.' Which, considering what that entailed, probably wasn't a positive thing.

Lemy ignored Aurum's inquire about his whereabouts, replying with a mere wink. They never gave him a timeframe for his vacation so he never bothered to tell them that he'd been planning on taking it in sporadic bouts instead of just one long trip. Plus, he preferred making trips from Elysium to Tanglewood; staying in one place made him feel exposed and predictable.

Aurum's last few words did make him pause, on his way to declare Aurum's guess correct. He hummed thoughtfully as he tilted his head. "If Rinny dropped dead, I'd just tell ya I'm the new Magna," he said with a shrug, "I am the one only besides her with a rank." Lemy added, tapping the ground with a paw in thought. What a treat that would be; his second leadership position, a year later.

"Oh, but don'tcha worry 'bout that. Rinny's super stubborn, I don't see her dying anytime soon. Anyways! Ding-ding! You're correct, Aurie, it is an invitation!" Lemy cheered, shoving the envelope into Aurum's space for him to take, [b]"open it, open it!"[/b]

The envelope once opened, would reveal a prim paper carefully folded and scented with a hint of lavender. It had taken all of Lemy's self-control to not add more embellishments, especially since he doubted he was ever going to see the letter again. It was probably going to end up being dirtied and dumped somewhere in the swamp. Written in neat English roundhand, the letter read: Dear Tanglewood, you're invited to the Elysium's Market Festival! Yay! It will take place on December 22nd, on the winter solstice. There will be several shops, such as a cartography stall and a food stall. Games will also be held and prizes handed out. Other groups such as the Typhoon, the Halls of Hiraeth and (very tentatively) the Pitt will also be invited. Have a nice day and hope to see you there! (PS: Hi! I also kind of live here; if ya don't go I'll bang some rocks together outside your house from 3 A.M. to 5 A.M. until you apologize.)

O.K. Maybe the invitation was an excuse for Lemy to try out calligraphy again; sue him. He had hobbies too and there was only so much he could do when the territory was cold as shit. He didn't need a repeat of the Sledding Incident of 2019. (Which, by the by, still gave him headaches whenever he tried recalling it. The remnants of the concussion were still very much there, Lemy was just a champ at ignoring inconveniences.)

"Ya can stick up the letter on the fridge or the bulletin board or your house as a reminder so ya don't forget. Righty, so, in case any of ya can't read I'll just say it: We're having a Market Festival on the 22nd! There's gonna be shops and games and it'll all be very fun. We're inviting everyone! From those fancy new guys at the Halls of Hiraeth, to the Typhoon, and maybe even the Pitt if Goldie," someone who he hadn't even met but that didn't stop him from assigning her a nickname, "says they're being well-behaved. Rinny says to not count on it though," he fired off in one breath, listing off his points on his claws. "Any questions? Concerns? Accommodations ya want added?"

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

To say that Aurum wasn't happy to see Lemy would probably have been a bit too harsh for the lion's sensibilities. It wasn't that he disliked Lemy or anything like that ‐ in fact he was glad for the male in the sense that having a firm connection between Tanglewood and Elysium was nice – but the other certainly did remind him a lot of Feza at certain points, and that made it slightly hard for Aurum to be around him. Although he and Feza had buried the hatchet as of late, both had done a lot to hurt each other, accidentally or not, in the past, and when Aurum found himself looking at Lemy's grinning face, he suddenly felt as though he was going to fuck up everything again. Thankfully, this was not one of those tense times where Aurum had to worry about social interactions, or whether or not he was going to say something wrong that would lead to bad blood between Tanglewood and Elysium. That was the absolute worst case scenario, and Aurum had no desire to upset Lemy in any way. Thankfully, it seemed as though his blunt questioning about Lemy being gone had been ignored, or at least waved off in a wink that made Aurum pause. He mentally noted away that, unless Lemy was patiently waiting at the border as he had been on this occasion, there was really no reason to go asking the male whether or not he was joining or anything. Lemy seemed to like to come and go as he pleased, and as long as he wasn't hurting anyone, Aurum found that he didn't much care if the other disappeared and reappeared often. It wasn't as if some of their actual members didn't do the very same.

When Lemy responded to his questioning about Rin, Aurum felt him relax the slightest bit. He didn't know the female well, but she seemed like a good leader, and the angel really wasn't looking forward to Elysium having to adjust to another new leader so quickly after their last being replaced. Dipping his head to Lemy, Aurum rumbled as he let himself sit, his shoulders relaxing and wings drooping slightly, "Well, I'm glad to hear that Rin is still around. When you see her again be sure to tell her that I said hello..." Lemy did confirm Aurum's suspicion that he would probably be the one to take over in the event of the female's death, and that did cause a faint spark of anxiety, but he wasn't left with much time to grow too worried, since a letter was being enthusiastically shoved into his space. Blinking down at the envelope, the lion wrinkled his nose faintly at the scent of lavender and carefully opened it, being especially slow as not to rip the poor thing to shreds with his massive paws and sharp claws. After all, it was pretty clear Lemy had put a lot of work into it. Once the letter inside was free from its confines, Aurum began to look it over, reading the surprisingly beautiful calligraphy slowly. A market festival...? Well, it sounded rather fun to Aurum, and he was sure that everyone could use a little bit of time off from stress. The Typhoon was obviously one of their allies, and although Aurum had only heard of the Halls in faint whispers, he was fairly sure they weren't hostile. The Pitt was... a stretch, but Aurum saw no reason to refuse the offer because of it. After all, they were under Goldie's control now, and hopefully no more chaos would be caused by them.

Once he was done reading, Aurum's attention was pulled up by Lemy, who enthusiastically repeated the message in simple terms for the others present. The angel glanced back at Kaz and Abathur for a moment before he spoke, figuring he should since he was the only one who really had any power here, "Hmm... well, a market festival sounds rather enjoyable to me, and I see no reason that we shouldn't go. Obviously I can be overridden if Leroy has any objections, but seeing as I'm the only one with the power to accept things here, then I accept your invitation, Lemy. I'll be sure to put this up in town and let everyone know. I'm sure it'll be very fun." The lion dipped his head to Lemy as he carefully picked the letter up, resting it between his wings to take back to town. He could see the others having some issues with the Pitt being in attendance, but... Aurum couldn't fault Elysium for trying to make peace, especially with Goldie in charge. Turning to Kaz and Abathur, Aurum said softly, "Both of you can obviously choose to be in attendance if you want to. I'll be going, but I doubt Tanglewood is going to force anyone... you'll just have to deal with Lemy." After all, he very much doubted having rocks banged together outside your house at 3 in the morning would be very pleasant.

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[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]// Here's the links! Festival Thread -- Food Stall Thread