crumbling to pieces ? May Meeting 5/6

[SHERBET]

NEW TAB: sherbet ♤ feline ♡ tags ◇ typhoon captain

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Sherbet has been stuck in the hellish purgatory of his mind while he healed. He snarled, cried, and despaired. He begged, screamed, and prayed. His life as he knew would come to an end, that he was sure, even if he did not know his expiration date. His hermit behavior did not extend to his wonderful husband, Boots, but he could hardly look at the other cat, or even his own children without being wrought with bone rending emotion. So, here he is. 2 months later. His amputated leg still raw and furless due to scar tissue. His eyes pinpricks as he forced himself to heave himself to the bay, his paws screaming at him to turn tail and run.

But, if Sherbet is anything, he finishes what he starts, even if it's a war effort.

"TYPHOONERS, HEED MY CALL, GATHER!" His voice boomed, raspy and unlike his usual mellow tune, "I have spent too long shut away! It is time continue on with ourselves!"

Swallowing a dry cough, the Captain began, "Our first order of business, we are in need of a new Quartermaster, as well as an Officer and a few other semi-high positions. If you'd like to try-out, please apply here." His heart pounded, the despair of his brother going missing, his older brother, god, what is happening to everyone, to him, why is everything crumbling to pieces!. "If anyone sees anything related to Sorbet's disappearance...please, let me know..."

he knew in his heart he'd never see his brother again.

Grieving for a second, the ice cream tabby suddenly shifted, his gaze steely and angry, "Late as ever, war has begun between us, and Tanglewood. As of last battle on the island, [member=16449]ALEXANDRE[/member] was kidnapped and has been held hostage since then. We have since recently come across [member=16893]CORRUPTTIMELINES[/member] and taken him hostage during my stint healing after the disaster of the February meeting of the leaders." His body shook slightly as he recalled bloody teeth and a sly deal, "But, no more delays!"

He roared, his bones quivering from the spewed hate and misery and fear, "We will be enacting a raid on Tanglewood as soon as possible! Tanglewood has our beloved Soothsayer, our own crewmate! We will set out and take another hostage during the raid!"

A hateful sneer decorated Sherbet's usually cheerful face, "We'll force Luminary Aesior to return our friend. Once we have kidnapped our second hostage, I'll ask the lovely chap to meet somewhere neutral to exchange our prisoners."

"...and keep an eye on our beaches, mates." The Captain coldly spit, "I have bad feelings about that group...that cannibal group...that attacked the leader meeting. Be prepared for anything." He shifted his weight to his back leg, pain shooting down the limb there is no leg, no paw, why does it still hurt so fucking much when it isn't there anymore, why does this phantom pain haunt him.

His gaze stony, steely; his words cool and flat, "Look forward to this summer, my crew. We'll celebrate our divisions, and become stronger than before. We will prevail."

[OOC: Howdy!!! Thank you all for being patient with me, oh my god, things have been so up and down lately, I'm so sorry!!! I had more plans for this meeting in terms of delving into Sherbet's mind but Chrome deleted half so I rewrote what I remembered </3 But exciting things are afoot!!

TLDR;;
▪︎First, please apply for High Positions if you'd like, we're in need of some more order around here and some more IC higher ups watching Sherb lose it lmao
▪︎Second, Corrupttimelines was captured a bit ago (few weeks??) and ties into third point
▪︎Third, R A I D. We're finally doing a raid on Tanglewood and capturing another member to force Aesior to give Alexandre back at a swap in Neutral Grounds. Keep an eye out for anything interesting that happens at the raid and at the eventual swap ;) hehe
▪︎Fourth, if you're interested in the kidnapping of a hostage from Tanglewood during the raid, please message either [member=3043]teef[/member] and/or me on discord <3
▪︎Fifth, start keeping watch for DOTD, our boy is jumpy
▪︎Sixth, summer festival soon!!! Feel free to message me in Sherbet's Discord character channel, or dm me on discord with ideas for activites for each month! Each month is split between the different divisions; June (Grim Rays), July (Blackjack Rats), and August (Necro Mambas), so keep in mind activies with those in mind :)
▪︎Seventh, thank you for putting up with me, like seriously <3]

[DOROTHY FLOKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Dorothy could only stare at her uncle, eyes sad and yet dead, as she heard him. Saw him. Her mind, unable to process the emotions he felt, only saw how unstable he was. Her Grey eyes looked away before he had officially closed the meeting, and she left the scene. Thoughts spun in her head, and she whispered her own answers.

//low muse bleh

[cyprian]

Cyprian had decided to stay within the Paradis Archipelago. The language barrier between Vinicius and himself had him worried at first, though the worries were unfounded as he discovered the crew spoke the same language as himself, if not with a bit of an accent. The group had grown much since the phoenix had last been alive. And other than his death, the place didn't hold as many bittersweet memories as previous home. The fact that they hadn't pushed him much on his past was also most appreciated. The crew was a group of misfits with pasts, and Cyprian thought that suited him rather well.

-------The part underground, part underwater space was quite discomfiting to the winged creature. Nevertheless, he was herded in alongside the rest of the crew. Obstaining from taking a seat Cyprian stood and watched as a three-legged feline took it's place on the mineral throne centerstage. This was their leader, he had come to understand. He'd seen the creamy captain in passing, though they'd always seemed to be doing their best to avoid the world. Cyprian wasn't going to be the one to bring them out of that.

-------Keeping to himself the ave took in the reactions of varying crewmates. The meeting was rather grim. Cyprian had heard bits and bobs of news from around the Typhoon, but never had it been lain out so plainly. Crewmates were missing, they were at war, cannibals, and a lack of high positions. No wonder Sherbert was so grave. Things were going to shit and they had no support.

[vinicius]

" AND I WOKE UP TO THE SUNRISE! I WOKE UP TO YOUR GOODBYES! "

The concept of war was one that he recognized but did not understand. He had been in a more passive war between his people ages past, and in a few short battles on the sea as he had made his way to the mainland. He had never been in a war as big or as dangerous as this. If he could've heard, the siren would have caught on earlier that they needed to gather.

In fact the only thing that alerted him to everything was the fact that a lot of people and bodies were milling about on a path to the meeting spot. Frowning at the movements, leaving his sunbathing spot for the meeting, tailing at the back and struggling to read the Captain's lips. Blinking and lowering his head after a while of strained squinting with a dismayed expression. From what he'd seen and bits of information from observing those near him, he put together that they were launching a raid on their swamp 'neighbours' to retrieve lost friends and family, that they needed more higher ranks, and there were some nasty characters out and about. He wasn't so sure about the things to look out for were, but he had a feeling that he would enjoy everything regardless. Maybe he should host a few parties or events to help everyone feel less stressed.

Spotting Dorothy he observed the drippy icecream cat before she left, spotting Cyprian next with a friendly tail wag in greeting. The language barrier was embarrassing, he wanted to be able to talk to others but nobody seemed to really know how to use sign language. Perhaps he could hold a lesson on it?

Looking around at the other faces around, looking up at their Captain with concern. Would everything be alright? How many of their own would they end up burying at the end of this war? An uneasy whine escaped the siren, ears pinning to his head. Shaking his head with a huff, thinking to himself. Maybe he should tryout for some low rank? That way if the others didn't like his help, then it wouldn't be a big deal to step down or back out.

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[ROSEMARY]

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The ocelot’s tail flicked in the sand, drawing patterns that became more elaborate as her unease grew. More warfare? There was always bloodshed, but this time… the ocelot’s amber eyes closed. She couldn’t stomach leaving Alexandre as a prisoner.

“We will prevail.” She repeated Sherbet’s words in her mind.

The Typhoon would prevail until it didn’t. The ocelot opened her eyes, exhaled in one puff. For now, she’d focus on one problem at a time: acting as the sole healer in the group, and tending to Sherbet’s amputation.