BAD COMPANY // intro

[roman.]

↠↠ the canine knew that something about this place was calling him. almost as if it were drawing him closer to the border. whispering to him, urging him to cross it. however, he knew that it likely wasn’t a good idea. taking a seat on the border, he let out a huff of air as he waited for someone to find him. he didn’t want to be rude and tresspass.

// ahhh rushed crappy post but it’s done ahahah ↞↞

[SOLVEIG]

And so it seemed fateful that Solveig would be the one to find Roman and his sitting place first. Though it wasn't intentional, of course, she had no inclination that anyone would be arriving today, however the faces were frequent. Nonetheless, the beautiful snowshoe, who was very much minding her own business in the territory this afternoon, caught sight of Roman. It was strange for someone to simply sit at the border without saying a word- usually they at least said some manner of greeting, but it wasn't as if they were poised to attack or anything of the sort. No, they were simply sitting.

And so Solveig was simply approaching, her paws gentle and brushing across the ground, near-silent as she made her way forth, though in plain sight, towards the bridge. When she was a few feet away, she allowed her telepathy to stretch, reaching out to touch Roman's mind to speak, instead of verbalizing the words herself. "Greetings, Sir,' the soft, honey-sweet voice would weave gently, met by the slight cant of her head and the focus of her bright violet eyes. "Welcome to the Typhoon. May I help you?"

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[roman.]

↠↠ roman was more than relieved that he wouldn’t have to be kept waiting for long. and the girl who found him seemed to be nice enough, so even if he did have to wait a little while, it didn’t bother him at all. “name’s roman. i was wondering what one would have to do to join your clan here?” he mused, trying his best to remain polite as he spoke. the last thing he wanted to do was to piss off the one who found him. perhaps then he wouldn’t be allowed to join in the clan anymore. and that would suck. big time. ↞↞

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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags

the injured girl was wandering around the territory for now. not to collect things, but just for the sake of wandering around. she was starting to collect too many things at this point and needed to move onto actually making things. but, she didn't have enough ideas at the moment, so she figured walking around could help her think. or at least, give her something else to do. she wanted to help around as much as she could, after all.

she had heard a soft voice speak up and that's what had brought her over, the injured girl struggling over as she stumbled towards them. she got close just in time to hear the male's introduction, her stance off-balance and legs weak. her tired green eyes blinked to the male, a small smile forming on her burned and clawed features. a joiner. they've been having lots of those lately. "you have to go through the toughest challenge of your life!" the child said with a teasing, spooky voice, giggling softly. "no, you really just have to ask. though, there is an entrance ritual. nice to meet you, roman! my name's goldenluxury roux, but everybody just calls me goldie."