DEATH OF A BACHELOR | OBSERVATORY RELEASE

[ISIDORE.]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:65%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13.5px;"]Now, when he joined, he knew all about the whole situation with the observatory. Looking back on it, maybe he should’ve been a little more concerned about the crowd just hidden from view behind the metal facade. Or at least, he should’ve anticipated this moment a little better, when the entryways would open up and the people would come streaming through, a horde of unknown faces that were meant to be his his group mates. He’d been spending his days outside just on his own, wandering through the territory, trying to absorb all of the plant life, trying to get lost in it just a little. But before he could succumb to the undergrowth, they all came out, loudly too, proud and golden and brilliant but tired, exhausted it seemed. Isidore remembered being cooped up in his hot room for those summer days, melting into the bed with Fleur watching over him, feeding him, brushing his hair, doing everything she could.

The white serval stood tall along the horizon, peering between narrowed eyes through the light that flooded towards him. His lips were twisted in a frown, confused almost, eyebrows stitching together, trying to take in everything happening around him. Should he even say anything to them? Or would he leave it to that lion Moonmade to crack a joke, or that Agent Washington to give a formal greeting? Whoever from the outside was meant to be greeting everyone again, Isidore knew he wasn’t the one to do so. By now he smelled like an Ascendants like the rest of them, but he knew what he looked like. A stranger, silent and watching, pacing slowly around the area, curious, but not involved. Rather he stood there to see what everyone looked like, to see what the next order of business was.

But then there’s a tail feathering his shoulders. He lifts his head, watching Moonmade as he passes. Perhaps he smiles a bit, just for the attention he’s shown, but it quickly dissolves, staring ahead, grinding his teeth. Yeah, a loner. He didn’t want to feel like one, sure, but the surge of life around him, unknown, it was startling, new, all of the personalities meshing about at once. ”Yeah ...” Isidore murmured, but Moon was gone, trailing after someone in the distance. He knew ... he knew that look he was giving. But furthermore he’s distracted by the flames shooting through the sky, stepping back from the direction they were coming from, from the panther. He’s as dumbfounded as everyone else, glancing about to try and figure out how concerned he should be. ”Uhhh ...” Was this a normal thing? What was this place?