I TOOK TIME TO SEE MY WORTH // getting charm earring

[VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS.]

[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

This was something that was coming for a long time, but Vayne had to find the courage to be able to do it. After all, her mother wasn't around to coddle her or to prevent her from getting her charm earring anymore and once Vayne got the confidence to ask one of the Blacksmiths to make her a golden earring, she did.

Vayne waited eagerly for him to finish, shifting between her front paws in a fidget-y way. Eventually the Blacksmith came and gave her the jewelry she wanted, and, after thanking him immensely, the orange-spotted she-cat trotted out of the Tavern with her head held high, a giant smile on her face, and a new earring in her left ear.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[ROXANNE R.]

Roxanne had been rather busy with her duties as usual but the married woman did it all without much hesitance seeing as she now had a lovely wife whom she loved to the moon and back. Diya had been the missing piece in her life and Roxanne was not sure of where she or who she would be had the other not come into her life. Her mismatched eyes caught sight of Vayne leaving the Blacksmith and a smile formed itself on her maw as she began to make a beeline towards the child she had adopted alongside Diya. "Well, well, well." The captain started with a purr as she stopped in front of the apprentice with a small nod "You got an awful nice earring there, Vayne. It really suits ya." Mused the draconic feline, Roxie thought gold was nice and all but really she enjoyed her pink piercings... Maybe she could get some rose gold jewelry at some point. She pushed the thought away with amusement.

[daniel]

Danny had seen the earrings adorning the members of the Typhoon, but never really gave it any thought until now. Mostly because he’d picked up on how it was commonplace, and sometimes someone would walk in without one and walk out with a new shiny piece of jewelry. Piecing the ear looked like it hurt, just thinking about it made him wince and want to rub his own ear, but if he was meant to stay here, eventually it looked like he would have to suck it up and get with the program. Besides, they were at least pretty.

Roxanne’s voice is what disturbed him from his quiet nap, curled up into himself in a secluded corner near the tavern itself, having caught an isolated ray of sun to keep him warm while he continued to be a little recluse. Danny raised his head, unraveling the ball of black fluff and squinted at the light, the sparkling against Vayne’s light fur was almost missed. He caught it, just after a moment of letting his eyes adjust, having just been thrown into a hazy change of sun and audio. ”Looks really nice.” He complimented quietly, leaving most of the talking to the captain and whoever else might stumble across the beta and her new golden accessory. He simply wasn’t much of a talker, especially not in public. Double points for the captain being around. No thank you.

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[VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS.]

[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Oh, it definitely hurt for a few moments after the Blacksmith had created a hole for the earring to be able to fit through her ear, but by now, Vayne's happiness and excitement was numbing her to it. "Thank you guys!" She purred, her body practically vibrating with her glee. "I've been wanting to get one for a while." Suddenly realizing that Danny was near her age, the she-cat looked over at him with wide eyes. "You should get one, too! If-if you want to, I mean." She noticed how quiet he was and how nervous he seemed to be around Roxanne. "They're used for charms for things you get around here. Like titles or ranks."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[roan ;]

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｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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Honestly, Roan could hardly remember when he had gotten his quartz earring. All he could truly remember was that it had been hanging off of his ear for most of his life, and it was a constant reminder of the path that he had chosen. It was a path that he was happy with, even if it did cause him a great deal of stress, and exhaustion. Although, it was less of a problem nowadays, considering he had both Goldie and Sea to help him out. Either way, he doubted that he would ever take the earring off, just because he had become so used to the weight. It was almost a comfort, in its own kind of way.

The soothsayer had been passing by the tavern that day when he spotted Vayne and the little crowd gathered around her. He hesitated for a moment, figuring he could take a second to see what was going on. He had been planning on going and grabbing some herbs for his satchel, but he could take a minute he supposed. Moving over to stand beside his mama, Roan's blue gaze scanned over Vayne for a moment before pausing when he spotted the earring. With a small smile curling in his muzzle, the medic muttered, "I got my earring a long time ago, when I chose the Necro Mambas as my division... I barely remember how it felt. Yours looks very nice on you, you know. Do you have any idea of what divisions you'll be in? You can get a charm based off of which one is your primary one." He couldn't help but be curious. Had Aphra even bothered teaching her about the divisions, before dragging her away?[/td][/tr][/table]

[VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS.]

[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Aphra hadn't been in any of the divisions during her time here, but fortunately that didn't mean that Vayne hadn't learned about them. Although, granted, she had learned it through Michael and not her own mother. The orange-spotted she-cat smiled at Roan as he came over, pondering his question for a moment. "I think I wanna join The Blackjack Rats." She stated, looking over at Roxanne, as if expecting to be told whether or not she was allowed to.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[daniel]

Huh, he was getting pretty close to that time, the time to move up and start working on what he wanted to do with his life among the crew. And get a ring stabbed through his ear. Unlike Vayne, his mother hadn’t shoved him inside and locked the door, so he had the benefit of doing everything on time and figuring out what faction he wanted to roll with from his distant observing. He had an idea, at least. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as Danny rubbed his ear with a paw. ”I will pretty soon.”

He couldn’t help but look at Roan’s earring when he brought up how long it had been since he first got his, genuine curiosity following his inquiry. Admittedly, he knew less about what the divisions actually did more than just picking up on who was in each, to be best of his ability. The Necro Mambas were pretty easy to figure out, and it was near impossible to not cross paths with the top dogs of the Blackjack Rats gang. Speaking of, his ears perked up with a little more liveliness than he had earlier, pulling his front paws up to give a little clap. ”You’d fit in, if you, y’know....pick that.”

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[VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS.]

[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Vayne's eyes sparkled more - if that were possible - when Danny complimented her on her choice of the division. "You really think so?" When she was younger, she had wanted to join The Grim Rays to protect her Crewmates, but now that she was older and realized that she didn't really have the proper strength to really protect the whole group like she originally believed, she thought the Rats would be better for her. She was an energetic and outgoing person, after all.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[roan ;]

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｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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The Blackjack Rats. Well, Vayne's choice of division wasn't a total surprise. After all, she was a rather outgoing person, so it made sense that she'd want to join the most outgoing of the divisions. Still, Roan couldn't help the vaguely amused smile that curled briefly on his muzzle. He had half expected Vayne to want to join the Grim Rays, simply because he knew his mama talked them up so much. It was hardly a surprise that she did, considering they were her division of choice. Vayne had never really seemed like the fighting type to Roan, though. At least, not unless something really needed defending in a worst case scenario. She wasn't quite as... fiery as he knew his mama could be.

Even though he was a bit disappointed to not have a new member of the Necro Mambas on his paws, he did have to say that he approved of Vayne's choice. With his dark tail flicking back and forth behind him, Roan purred, "I have to agree with Danny. I'm sure you'd do wonderfully in the Blackjack Rats division. Plus, I'm sure uncle Michael will be overjoyed to have you." And he might rub it a bit in mama's face. He couldn't help that little follow-up thought, but he chose not to voice it. He didn't want Vayne thinking that she would cause some kind of sibling fight – even though Michael and Roxie needed very little to get into their usual playful sibling spats.[/td][/tr][/table]

[daniel]

See? Even Roan agreed with him, and Roan wasn’t even in the Rats. No offense to Michael of course, even though surely he’d be overjoyed. Family sharing the same division sounded like something to celebrate. His expression didn’t change, but he sort of felt a twinge of jealously deep down over that, but felt bad enough over even contemplating the emotion that he snuffed it out immediately. It was out of everyone’s control.

He found himself chewing on the inside of his cheek at the girl’s inquiry, thankful that the soothsayer had beaten him to the punch for her confirmation. ”Yep! Yeah, th-that.” He practically wheezed, avoiding direct eye contact. He was convinced that if he looked too long while her eyes were sparkling that much he might, y’know, spontaneously combust or something. Like staring at the sun.

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