07-15-2018, 03:28 PM
Solveig, perhaps expectedly, followed Pincher down silently into the caves of the meeting area. Bowing before him as she entered into the room, she just as quickly found a place towards the back to listen in to the tidings that would follow. She prepared herself for the long haul, which appeared to be a good thing. It was a lot of announcements, but there was hope among it all. They had many new people joining as of late, many of whom she had already met. There were many shoutouts as well, and promotions- even little miss Goldie had been promoted! There was a bit of pride there for the girl, too. Even being Pincher's daughter, she was doing well to deserve her place in the Typhoon, even if Solveig wished she would take it easy and be a kid from time to time.
Rosemary was named Head Soothsayer, of which she could hardly be surprised, even with the ice between them and her telepathy, but- wait, was that her name? Her gaze lifted faintly in surprise to find Pincher's, but she wasn't mistaken. She was a Soothsayer, too. Even if only on prohibition to make sure she didn't die in the next week, she was! SOlveig wasn't sure how she felt. Nervous? Determined? She couldn't say being a Doctor had ever been on her list of planned life events, but she would do her job to the best of her capabilities. Bowing her head low for a moment, she directed her telepathy towards Pincher quietly. "I will do my best, Captain Pincher, thank you.".
There were many events as well- she'd have to suck it up and go to the meet and greet, and pray to the One that she didn't have to spill her life story. With that, the meeting seemed to be wrapping up- except for one thing. Swash. The question was carefully stated, but the disappointment was there in her voice. Her head canted slightly to the side as she ever so slightly shook her head. "We do not raid, Swashbuckler. At least not now. The Tsunami has dwindled our supplies to some great degree. There are more pressing matters to attend to first, sir. Nor do we have the friends to spare in warfare and pillaging."
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There were many events as well- she'd have to suck it up and go to the meet and greet, and pray to the One that she didn't have to spill her life story. With that, the meeting seemed to be wrapping up- except for one thing. Swash. The question was carefully stated, but the disappointment was there in her voice. Her head canted slightly to the side as she ever so slightly shook her head. "We do not raid, Swashbuckler. At least not now. The Tsunami has dwindled our supplies to some great degree. There are more pressing matters to attend to first, sir. Nor do we have the friends to spare in warfare and pillaging."
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HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH
HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH