I DON'T GIVE A FUCK | MANDATORY MEETING 8.5

[imperia]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]On a normal day, Imperia is among the best listeners. She sits politely within the crowd, quietly watching whilst allowing those in charge to speak. But she woke up this morning with a horrible headache. Not due to lack of sleep or stress, but it almost felt like someone was shoving fragmented images of events she has yet to see into her skull. Most of it did not make sense, but she recognized the observatory and Bastille. There was also something about the Typhoon? Knowing that today is meeting day, the slender she-wolf is the first to arrive. The girl hesitates, finding it hard to summon the courage to speak out of turn. She needs to interrupt him. Peri is not sure why, but she knows that she has to stop Bastille from completing his announcements. "Bastille I need to—" begins the creature, but she is cut off as the leader initiates his long-winded announcements. Sure, the buddy groups are all wonderful and interesting but Imperia is so sure that something bad is going to happen. He has to listen!

Once Bast begins to move onto topics regarding the Typhoon, Peri realizes that time is running out. "Bastille you have to listen to me! You need to stop! Something bad is going to happen you have to believe me. Please—" But it's too late. The lights flicker and dance. An explosion of sparks. A siren blares in the distance. And then...absolute darkness. The fur along her spine stands on edge, and the timid she-wolf finds herself huddling close to the nearest wall. "So this is what those dreams meant..." Peri says under her breath, voice quaking with trepidation.