06-03-2018, 03:27 PM
Surely, the topic of family is different for everyone. Everyone has their entirely different experiences on the matter, so of course while one might have a close bond to their family, the other might have no ties to theirs whatsoever. In Olivier's family, that sense of pride her parents held went down to her and her siblings. Olivier was proud to call herself an Armstrong, even if she isn't currently with them. She can make the Armstrong family name become famous far and wide, have it live on for generations and generations after her time. As she waited at the border, her lime green eyes landed onto the first Typhoon member who decided to show up. Cronas.
She rose an invisible eyebrow at the feline, taking a note on their speech. How peculiar, she hasn't heard anyone speak the way Cronas does before. She couldn't help it but wonder how the feline managed to pick up that way of speech, and how it managed to stick. Olivier spoke in first person, and everyone she knew spoke in first as well. Surely this group doesn't all speak in third person, now does it? Her ears pricked up at the sound of more voices, but they spoke like her. So, it's just Cronas that speaks this way. Strange, Olivier certainly isn't a fan of it. It makes Cronas sound dumb in her opinion, considering he didn't process the way he speaks gives his identity away. Nose scrunching up, the harsh feline meowed, "Why are you speaking in third person? That is not the correct way to speak, and sounds quite primitive."
Olivier turned her gaze over to the next Typhoon member, which was Roxanne. Olivier kept her gaze locked on the winged siamese cat for a few moments, her tail slowly swishing behind her. How interesting, this member has a pair of wings. The wings are big and advanced enough that they can even take Roxanne off of the around. Quite impressive, if you ask Olivier. Surely Olivier would have thought they were flightless, if Roxanne entered by normally walking. Those pair of wings must be some advantage, the feline could only imagine what it's like to have those. "Impressive wings you got there, Roxanne," The ice queen said with a firm nod of her head, before tearing her gaze off of her.
The calico oriental looked over to Caesar next, gaze locking on him for a moment. A Savannah cat- so far it seems like this group is made up of felines. Olivier hasn't seen a canine yet, but she's sure there will be some that she'll meet later. In the past year Olivier has been traveling, she's met people who belonged to several species. What caught her attention with this one is that Caesar is a Striker- that must be some sort of rank. She wasn't sure how high it was though, but nonetheless, it's still a title. A title that one should be proud of, surely. She gave a nod at the welcome, her tail swishing behind her. "Thank you for the welcomes," She replied, keeping it short and sweet. Her lime green eyes looked at all three of them, focusing her attention onto all of them at once.
"Now, tell me where your camp is located."
She rose an invisible eyebrow at the feline, taking a note on their speech. How peculiar, she hasn't heard anyone speak the way Cronas does before. She couldn't help it but wonder how the feline managed to pick up that way of speech, and how it managed to stick. Olivier spoke in first person, and everyone she knew spoke in first as well. Surely this group doesn't all speak in third person, now does it? Her ears pricked up at the sound of more voices, but they spoke like her. So, it's just Cronas that speaks this way. Strange, Olivier certainly isn't a fan of it. It makes Cronas sound dumb in her opinion, considering he didn't process the way he speaks gives his identity away. Nose scrunching up, the harsh feline meowed, "Why are you speaking in third person? That is not the correct way to speak, and sounds quite primitive."
Olivier turned her gaze over to the next Typhoon member, which was Roxanne. Olivier kept her gaze locked on the winged siamese cat for a few moments, her tail slowly swishing behind her. How interesting, this member has a pair of wings. The wings are big and advanced enough that they can even take Roxanne off of the around. Quite impressive, if you ask Olivier. Surely Olivier would have thought they were flightless, if Roxanne entered by normally walking. Those pair of wings must be some advantage, the feline could only imagine what it's like to have those. "Impressive wings you got there, Roxanne," The ice queen said with a firm nod of her head, before tearing her gaze off of her.
The calico oriental looked over to Caesar next, gaze locking on him for a moment. A Savannah cat- so far it seems like this group is made up of felines. Olivier hasn't seen a canine yet, but she's sure there will be some that she'll meet later. In the past year Olivier has been traveling, she's met people who belonged to several species. What caught her attention with this one is that Caesar is a Striker- that must be some sort of rank. She wasn't sure how high it was though, but nonetheless, it's still a title. A title that one should be proud of, surely. She gave a nod at the welcome, her tail swishing behind her. "Thank you for the welcomes," She replied, keeping it short and sweet. Her lime green eyes looked at all three of them, focusing her attention onto all of them at once.
"Now, tell me where your camp is located."
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⅛ of the suts // ex-senior mod // gone
dakot was here <3 so was orion >)