08-10-2018, 11:04 AM
[size=9pt]Just how many of these joiners hadn't seen a lion before? He wasn't even that big. Did they live in a hole? Probably. Moon stares the serval down as he stutters, one brow quirked. He definitely seemed like the type to obsess over herbs, anyway. Moon was glad he, himself, broke from the stereotype. At least he thought. "Yeah, well, you should have seen the other guy." says Moon, a throwaway response he'd always seen in the movies implying that his enemy had come out the other side worse off. But then he grins and says, a quiet laugh coating his words, "There wasn't a scratch on him. I can't fight for shit."
This one seems a little weird. Which isn't a bad thing. Maybe they needed more weirdos, Moon thinks, but then he remembers the sheer amount of questionable creatures in the Ascendants and backtracks. They might just have an abundance of them, actually. But he doesn't care. Anything to make the vast plains more interesting. He scoffs. "Right. Well, I collect that stuff, too, so leave some for me."
Washington takes Moon off guard, and he glances to his side with a subtle flinch. He'd come up on his bad side, the side where his eye was still shut tight, sealed over with slight cracks of blood. It hurt, but it was interactions like these that took his mind off it, if only slightly. He could still see through his other eye, though. It'd be fine. He flicks the one golden gaze back to the serval in time to see his obvious uneasiness, and Moon's lips crack in a lobsided smile. It's been a while since anyone's found their Astrology Nerd Asses scary. It feels good. "Well, welcome to our humble abode, Isedo-- Isi, Isa.. Dory. I'd introduce myself, but the cauldron's already bubbling, so-- Do you prefer you be cooked rare, medium rare, or well done?"
This one seems a little weird. Which isn't a bad thing. Maybe they needed more weirdos, Moon thinks, but then he remembers the sheer amount of questionable creatures in the Ascendants and backtracks. They might just have an abundance of them, actually. But he doesn't care. Anything to make the vast plains more interesting. He scoffs. "Right. Well, I collect that stuff, too, so leave some for me."
Washington takes Moon off guard, and he glances to his side with a subtle flinch. He'd come up on his bad side, the side where his eye was still shut tight, sealed over with slight cracks of blood. It hurt, but it was interactions like these that took his mind off it, if only slightly. He could still see through his other eye, though. It'd be fine. He flicks the one golden gaze back to the serval in time to see his obvious uneasiness, and Moon's lips crack in a lobsided smile. It's been a while since anyone's found their Astrology Nerd Asses scary. It feels good. "Well, welcome to our humble abode, Isedo-- Isi, Isa.. Dory. I'd introduce myself, but the cauldron's already bubbling, so-- Do you prefer you be cooked rare, medium rare, or well done?"
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