COME DOWN, COME DOWN - MEETING, 3/24

[ARLO M.]

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ARLO MAXIMUS

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His first meeting. Well, everyone's first meeting- but he was sure it was his first meeting actually.. calling the meeting. He inhaled deeply, the damp smell of the cave meeting him, and he opened his deep red eyes. Arlo stepped onto Vanguard's Point, stretching his wings out and calling out to The Golden Eye- His voice echoing about and out of the Cavern, amplifying the call.

"All those old enough to traverse the Rocklands, gather beneath Vanguard's Point for a meeting." He stated, before sitting down up top and tucking his wings, waiting for people to gather.

"speech"

[DAMION MAVERICK]

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The male lumbered over, claws clicking on the stones as he made his way towards Arlo, hollowed optics rolling to land on the other before sitting down with clear view towards the Point.
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[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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Ever silent would come the tom, standing towards the back of those who would gather, a curious expression on his face. A meeting? Maybe it was like when he had been a proper grim - when the lot of them would meet to discuss how best to protect the reapers they were assigned to, and what service they could give them in repayment for giving them a job to do. Licking down his chest fur, the tabby would loaf, tucking his paws under his body though keeping a clear view of Arlo, gaze flicking to Damion quietly before focusing on the Vanguard once again with a blink as he settled in to listen, his small satchel of tools and notebook pressed against his ribs.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[CLEOPATRA THEMA.]

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Fraggle had only just joined The Golden Eye, but he had already picked up a few things. It was pretty obvious that Arlo was the leader, which meant that it made sense for him to be calling a meeting. The young mutated rabbit did find himself wondering how long the other had been leading for, but he figured that wasn't the most important question at the moment. Instead, he was just curious about what would be announced at this particular gathering. It took several short hops before he was finally able to join the group of others, staying off to the side and all on his own for the moment. Hopefully he would come to trust his new group mates fairly soon, but for now he still wasn't sure. He certainly didn't want to get eaten all because he had been a little too trusting of someone.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]

[CASSIUS FENDER]

He stretched, yawned, blinked sleepy optics as Arlo's voice rang out. Rising to his paws and approaching a bunny rabbit. He sat down, next to the other, waved with a large paw, gentle smile on his face. "Hey there."

//no fancy!

[ARLO M.]

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ARLO MAXIMUS

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As people approached, there definitely came a weight in his stomach, something like a rock at the bottom of the ocean. His eyes scanned the crowd, ears twitching and rotating, before he spoke. There wouldn't be a lot of fanciful words, he was afraid- Arlo didn't have a lot to say, most of the time. He cleared his throat. "Welcome, everyone- new and old. Those of you who originated in the group I arrived upon, as well as those who appeared after we established our borders officially."

Arlo twitched his ears, nodding to himself as he if approved of that sentence. "I'm glad to see everyone active within those borders. I'm going to be handing out promotions first and foremost, then we'll start looking at other important news." Arlo's eyes shifted about the crowd, his gut trying to get him off of the point. A deep inhale followed, wings shifted and getting ruffled gently. "Damion, you will be stepping up into a Inner Circle position. Welcome to the team."

He looked out into the rest of the crowd. He offered the next two labeled a smile. "Aesior and Cleopatra, I'm asking you two to step up to Talonguards. I see potential, and I'm hoping you'll be able to let it grow." He felt pretty good about those promotions and with that, he gave them a solid nod, moving on to the rest of the meeting. He squared his shoulders a bit- time to get into the nitty gritty.

"There's a few caves to the north of the territory. I'm going to create a patrol and go explore them soon. There might be valuable resources within the caves there." Arlo stated, looking between the group members gathered in front of him. His paws stretched, flexing gently. They were starting to sweat, but he had it handled. "With that in mind, I'll be talking to the Frostbound potentially soon about some kind of alliance. If you have a rejection to this, tell me now."

Arlo paused, letting whoever wanted step in and argue, before continuing on with another point. He'd come back and touch on that in a moment, if anyone did. "If any would like to volunteer to host a biweekly task thread, please let me know! If there's any questions at all now, please speak up."

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[CLEOPATRA THEMA.]

[DAMION MAVERICK]

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arlo seemed definitely nervous, so the hellhound shot him some sort of a smile, if you could even decipher it through the criss-crossed teeth and venom slowly dripping from his lips. the male's ears pricked at his promotion, narrowing his optics at the usage of his first name. why promote him? wasn't like he was really agile or something, much more preferring to do at it with brute force. but he was crafty, he was sneaky and smart. he could do this. he watched with muted uninterest as others were promoted, noticing with a grimace every time arlo shuffled his paws.
what good was a leader who would get nervous even in social gatherings in his own clan?
after arlo finished his speech damion slowly lumbered up to him. "you okay? you seemed extremely nervous." he began with a low murmur. "i'd also like to come to the frostblown meeting, make sure nobody attacks or anything." he didn't mind the cold to be honest, just preferring the heat a bit more.

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[SirDio]

LORELEI ARGENTIA - Female - Red Fox - The Golden Eye

Shit, she was late. Without any good reason, too. But the fox walked into the group and caught Arlo's words of a possible alliance. "I can go, too." She angled her ears a bit. She was essentially 3 feet in the grave, what's some cold to her?