07-04-2018, 12:36 AM
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Baby blues found Church's within an instant of his snort, and without meaning to, a smirk spread across her maw. She liked him. He had some spunk about him, and that was always something she could get behind. What she did not expect, however, was his spilling their so-called "confidential" information. So, they were searching for their friends? Suite was smarter than she thought. She was about to speak when Bastilleprisoner arrived.
Just like with Roy, she nodded her head in greeting, falling silent as he spoke. Once he had finished, she nodded again. "Bast's right. Odds are, they're around here somewhere. We'll be having a few events with other groups coming up soon, too, so I'm sure you'll get the chance to look for your friends the-"
Suiteheart closed her maw as Washington began to rage. The air around her manifested into something too cold for a summer's day, and she found herself fighting a chill. The space that contained the small group was charged with electricity; the Ecliptic Admiral could feel it swirling around her, charging herself up. Great, she thought, her souls were about to go haywire from all the excess power. However, before she even had time to address that, Washington was demanding to speak with Church in private, with claws unsheathed.
"Hold on just a minute," the feline interrupted rising to stand between Church and the larger form of Washington. Her voice remained cool and even despite the rising tensions. "Washington, you can put your claws away. I understand that you're mad at Church, but take it easy. You're both a part of our group now, and we don't attack each other. Got it?" Her question wasn't harsh or demanding. It was simply put. There was no need to make this situation any more volatile.
Baby blues found Church's within an instant of his snort, and without meaning to, a smirk spread across her maw. She liked him. He had some spunk about him, and that was always something she could get behind. What she did not expect, however, was his spilling their so-called "confidential" information. So, they were searching for their friends? Suite was smarter than she thought. She was about to speak when Bastilleprisoner arrived.
Just like with Roy, she nodded her head in greeting, falling silent as he spoke. Once he had finished, she nodded again. "Bast's right. Odds are, they're around here somewhere. We'll be having a few events with other groups coming up soon, too, so I'm sure you'll get the chance to look for your friends the-"
Suiteheart closed her maw as Washington began to rage. The air around her manifested into something too cold for a summer's day, and she found herself fighting a chill. The space that contained the small group was charged with electricity; the Ecliptic Admiral could feel it swirling around her, charging herself up. Great, she thought, her souls were about to go haywire from all the excess power. However, before she even had time to address that, Washington was demanding to speak with Church in private, with claws unsheathed.
"Hold on just a minute," the feline interrupted rising to stand between Church and the larger form of Washington. Her voice remained cool and even despite the rising tensions. "Washington, you can put your claws away. I understand that you're mad at Church, but take it easy. You're both a part of our group now, and we don't attack each other. Got it?" Her question wasn't harsh or demanding. It was simply put. There was no need to make this situation any more volatile.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE