07-09-2018, 11:14 AM
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DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[W]iskerDOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;"] Argus settled nearby pincher during the meeting. Instead of taking a seat like normal she laid down near where the captain was speaking- the strain on her wings from the tsunami- and more importantly her own lower back were all sore. Which made laying down much more appealing. She had mostly went out to help people recover their stuff- diving and resurfacing with loot and on occasion- a cremate. Now all that was left was well- the things that didn't float. By now anyone under water was probably dead and floated away- and it was what she spent the time before the meeting doing mostly. Sending off the bodies to sea in a quiet burial- marking names to mark down on a stone in the graveyard. A memorial stone where people could come pay their respects- though the last one had quickly sunk- pun intended.
Argus looked towards the newcomers- taking in the newer features and... paper bag? ..huh, that. Making small notes to greet them all after the meeting. Or maybe she should set up a meet and greet later- just- reacquaint with everyone. It... wasn't a bad idea. The small speech before promotions was new- and it wasn't surprising what he said. There wasn't much known about Pincher beside what some of the first settlers had spoken about. Even then- being out at seas it was not hard story to claim. Living out in the middle of sea with a whole bunch of people. Hell- Argus had a hard time trusting people, and she used to live in a desert.
The promotion was a surprise.
Mostly because Argus never wanted to be the quartermaster. She was content as an officer- really. There was so much with being the actual deputy of the clan. Not just the responsibility- or the implied trust Pincher expressed in offering the role- but the history. She blinked, mind blanking as she looked over to the captain with the same empty gaze. There was surprise somewhere- happiness. But... fear.
She got up from where she had laid down during the meeting, sitting up- taller. For the first time in a while her body language betrayed her- large wings tucked in slowly fluffed out in the mild discomfort. In the implications.
She nodded mutely. And seemed to ease a little bit better when Pincher moved on to the rest of the meeting.
Argus looked towards the newcomers- taking in the newer features and... paper bag? ..huh, that. Making small notes to greet them all after the meeting. Or maybe she should set up a meet and greet later- just- reacquaint with everyone. It... wasn't a bad idea. The small speech before promotions was new- and it wasn't surprising what he said. There wasn't much known about Pincher beside what some of the first settlers had spoken about. Even then- being out at seas it was not hard story to claim. Living out in the middle of sea with a whole bunch of people. Hell- Argus had a hard time trusting people, and she used to live in a desert.
The promotion was a surprise.
Mostly because Argus never wanted to be the quartermaster. She was content as an officer- really. There was so much with being the actual deputy of the clan. Not just the responsibility- or the implied trust Pincher expressed in offering the role- but the history. She blinked, mind blanking as she looked over to the captain with the same empty gaze. There was surprise somewhere- happiness. But... fear.
She got up from where she had laid down during the meeting, sitting up- taller. For the first time in a while her body language betrayed her- large wings tucked in slowly fluffed out in the mild discomfort. In the implications.
She nodded mutely. And seemed to ease a little bit better when Pincher moved on to the rest of the meeting.