10-11-2018, 04:51 PM
Just as he’d suspected, there existed liveliness on this exotic retreat. In fact, the first face that garnished his presence occurred to be that of a non-feral, a pleasant surprise indeed. Greater amounts of animals these days had adapted to become intelligent beings, though it was less likely to find refined creatures like this ragdoll on islands like these, which was on the surface untouched by human culture. A mild grin grew on his face as the feline loomed closer, which he’d retain ardently throughout the stranger’s colourful wound-up welcoming speech. It was awfully strange to point a guest in the direction of the exit (when that was said, Marco simply hoisted his brows in interest) to immediately bid welcome, after which vulgarly demand the angel’s business. Were these mannerisms common in the Typhoon, it was this one fellow an alien in that aspect? Before he could cleverly respond to the interloper’s rather heated introduction, another Typhoon-er made the scene - an additional feline, one that was indeed of smaller proportions, whom familiarized herself as Linux, “a nice girl”. Beholding the minuscule female to an extent relieved Marco, understanding that not everyone’s an asshole, as she put it.
Analyzing what was said, the lynx figured that The Typhoon is the title of the present group, and by the way Linux muttered everyone, he could tell that these people were not merely a party, but something of a society. A society that held no restraint on foul language, by the sounds of it. Not that it bothered Marco in any way, considering that he himself swore every now and then; he just didn’t see it as a very good first impression, casually cursing at a newcomer.
"Appreciate the welcome," Marco expressed, his controlled pitch reminding of a spirit’s, ”especially his”. With optimism, the surly sap could humour laugh at himself as he had poked fun at Marco, for it would be the birth of an unsteady connection between the two otherwise. ”I am Marco - Marco Dragomir. My gumption told me that this place’d be of interest to me, maybe help me with what I’m trying to find, maybe not. If I don’t need to be here, I’ll happily leave; elseways, if it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble, I’d like to take a break from my duties and stay here for a bit.”. His accent was tickled by a variety of flavours. Romanian had been his first and sole language, prior to joining the ranks of those in heaven and learning English, Hebrew, Greek, and many others, all of which creating a finished product of a songlike dialogue. Luckily for him, these inhabitants spoke a dialect he was quite familiar with.
//legit presses post and saw that a reply was made SECONDS AGO
Out of the corner of an olive bulb, he’d spot a kitsune pressing onward to his locality, changing this little welcome party into a crowd. Introducing herself as Thea, she bombarded him with a deuce of questions, both of which were easily answered. ”Nice t’meet you, too, Thea - and all of you, actually. If you have wings somewhere, I’m sure I could teach you to fly one way or another. That is an ‘if’”.
Analyzing what was said, the lynx figured that The Typhoon is the title of the present group, and by the way Linux muttered everyone, he could tell that these people were not merely a party, but something of a society. A society that held no restraint on foul language, by the sounds of it. Not that it bothered Marco in any way, considering that he himself swore every now and then; he just didn’t see it as a very good first impression, casually cursing at a newcomer.
"Appreciate the welcome," Marco expressed, his controlled pitch reminding of a spirit’s, ”especially his”. With optimism, the surly sap could humour laugh at himself as he had poked fun at Marco, for it would be the birth of an unsteady connection between the two otherwise. ”I am Marco - Marco Dragomir. My gumption told me that this place’d be of interest to me, maybe help me with what I’m trying to find, maybe not. If I don’t need to be here, I’ll happily leave; elseways, if it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble, I’d like to take a break from my duties and stay here for a bit.”. His accent was tickled by a variety of flavours. Romanian had been his first and sole language, prior to joining the ranks of those in heaven and learning English, Hebrew, Greek, and many others, all of which creating a finished product of a songlike dialogue. Luckily for him, these inhabitants spoke a dialect he was quite familiar with.
//legit presses post and saw that a reply was made SECONDS AGO
Out of the corner of an olive bulb, he’d spot a kitsune pressing onward to his locality, changing this little welcome party into a crowd. Introducing herself as Thea, she bombarded him with a deuce of questions, both of which were easily answered. ”Nice t’meet you, too, Thea - and all of you, actually. If you have wings somewhere, I’m sure I could teach you to fly one way or another. That is an ‘if’”.