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VERSAILLESPALACE
Versailles understands the importance of reward given to those responsible enough to receive them, but agrees that the amount of time an Ascendant spends hanging around the border shouldn't be any proper indication of somebody's ability to hold a special post above the - what are they called again, Watchers? From what she's heard, activity is a pretty good way to secure a position, but she isn't exactly interested in getting more shit on her plate. She's already struggling to stay afloat in clan life as it is, the last thing she needs is to have even more things to have to deal with other than her own shit-for-brains self. Then again, she wonders whether criticizing this Clan would be fair to Bastille at all - she's yet to see their methods of promotion, perhaps the young leader has more sense than the others she's heard yapping around.
The Cleric position, though, she can understand. While everyone should have at least an inkling of knowledge when it comes to what damn herbs can and will help save their life, a specialized medic will do wonders to boost a Clan's mortality rate and morale - as long as that medic knows what the fuck they're even doing. She figures it should be even better to have multiple medics, but she's yet to fully cast her vote on the matter. Like anything else in her life, she (and they) will just have to see what effect it has.
Although, Versailles has to admit, it is nice to see people so determined to follow what they feel could be their purpose. She's a little jealous, if she's being honest. Personally, she doesn't quite know what her purpose is, still, so seeing everybody else knowing exactly what they want to try and achieve is satisfying... as well as a little harrowing. Still, she approaches the odd group and flicks her prehensile tail in what could be taken as a greeting, the thick golden rings wrapped around its base catching the dying light. "I'm glad to see you're starting to get into the swing of things," she starts with a half-shrug, not entirely sure if it's an appropriate thing to say or if it will be taken well. "I'm guessing you found all that you'd been looking for?"
The Cleric position, though, she can understand. While everyone should have at least an inkling of knowledge when it comes to what damn herbs can and will help save their life, a specialized medic will do wonders to boost a Clan's mortality rate and morale - as long as that medic knows what the fuck they're even doing. She figures it should be even better to have multiple medics, but she's yet to fully cast her vote on the matter. Like anything else in her life, she (and they) will just have to see what effect it has.
Although, Versailles has to admit, it is nice to see people so determined to follow what they feel could be their purpose. She's a little jealous, if she's being honest. Personally, she doesn't quite know what her purpose is, still, so seeing everybody else knowing exactly what they want to try and achieve is satisfying... as well as a little harrowing. Still, she approaches the odd group and flicks her prehensile tail in what could be taken as a greeting, the thick golden rings wrapped around its base catching the dying light. "I'm glad to see you're starting to get into the swing of things," she starts with a half-shrug, not entirely sure if it's an appropriate thing to say or if it will be taken well. "I'm guessing you found all that you'd been looking for?"
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