07-25-2018, 12:55 AM
An ambassador mission - that was something to really entice him, he thought, as someone who didn't exactly know about the political climate of this place. He had done some asking around and learned that there were four major groups ("Only four?" he had incredulously asked, shocked at such a small number) each with their own quirks, as usual, but all he knew about political tensions was that the Ascendants and Tanglewood were sort of getting heated towards each other due to one bad apple here in this hell swamp. As long as it didn't affect what work he was doing, he supposed, he would be fine. One hundred percent fine. Not really, but telling himself anything other than that didn't help, now did it?
Gift baskets, ahh, what a nostalgia trip. He was used to a clan with less alliances, really, but it was a reminder of what life was like for those who were less prone to murder. Although he used less very tentatively - he hadn't seen any corpses being flaunted yet, so he assumed that they were more peaceful, but radiation could do things to peoples' brains. The notably large arachnid crawled over, sitting his domestic cat-sized form near the front of the group, peering into the basket full of all sorts of stuff that these Ascendants liked that might not actually be all that useful. He offered only a small "greetings," sure to be passed over if one wasn't looking for him to speak, although he didn't really expect that to happen. Most people couldn't keep their two eyes off him, unfortunately.
Hopefully his presence didn't freak any of the ambassadors out, actually - he'd hate to strain relations further.
Gift baskets, ahh, what a nostalgia trip. He was used to a clan with less alliances, really, but it was a reminder of what life was like for those who were less prone to murder. Although he used less very tentatively - he hadn't seen any corpses being flaunted yet, so he assumed that they were more peaceful, but radiation could do things to peoples' brains. The notably large arachnid crawled over, sitting his domestic cat-sized form near the front of the group, peering into the basket full of all sorts of stuff that these Ascendants liked that might not actually be all that useful. He offered only a small "greetings," sure to be passed over if one wasn't looking for him to speak, although he didn't really expect that to happen. Most people couldn't keep their two eyes off him, unfortunately.
Hopefully his presence didn't freak any of the ambassadors out, actually - he'd hate to strain relations further.
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