TAKE THIS BADGE FROM ME // JOINING?

[SICARION]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]He supposed going as directed could seem as though one was controlled and leashed, but for Floris, following a directive had always been a conscious choice, especially the most difficult orders. For some, he knew it wasn't the same, but he learned long ago that it was a decision. Maybe not much of one, true; when it came down to it, disobedience was punished, but it wasn't much different than other people who operated under another set of rules. Sometimes it was easy to comply, and other times, the guidelines were questioned, and they'd had plenty of cases when soldiers rebelled against their COs. They weren't always successful, but again, they had that choice, just as Floris had the choice to either go back for his brother or leave him behind, and it was obvious which option he went with. If Kyeus hadn't been there, it would have been a compliance Flo gave smoothly, without the dilemma and hesitation, because objectively, it was an occupational hazard. A known risk they were all aware of from the start.

He couldn't say why he hadn't returned for Kyeus. Maybe he was broken to the bit, or maybe he was on the verge of choking on it. 

Floris would take swallowing that over alcohol, which wafted from the small creature's pelt and had his good mandible twitching. The scarred one made a valiant effort, but he couldn't get that one to move much even on purpose. Good thing these people didn't have their own sub-harmonics, otherwise the feline would have been able to detect the current of repulsion when he spoke. "Here I was worrying about social graces." The mutated dragon shifted, making sure he kept Dago in full range of his functional eye. "Yeah, hadn't noticed." Right, well, he wasn't here to make sharp comments. "But I guess you could say I'm looking for a place to cool off."

The next squishy was no larger than the first, though she had a single eye, something they had in common. The similarities probably ended there, but at least she was polite, and a bit more professional than Dago. Just in case he planned on staying, he committed her name to memory, as well as her face. The eye and fur style would make it a bit easier, because otherwise, the squishies all looked the same. "Floris Sicarion. You can call me either." He wasn't picky so long as they didn't enter nickname territory.

Sound and motion captured his attention, and he moved again to keep the larger feline in sight, who, despite having fur and other mushy traits, didn't seem all that squishy. Did he find a kindred spirit? Whatever he'd come across, the male was larger than he was, especially in terms of bulk, though if they had to fight, Floris could probably hold his own. It didn't seem like it'd come to that- usually Flo could pick out who'd piss him off from the get-go. "Thought it'd be fun to be ass-deep in snow."