10-23-2018, 06:49 PM
+ BLESS YOU FOR SAYING THAT, it really makes me smile 
) however, your posts are probably some of the longest i’ve ever seen, so i try to keep up the best i can!
The outskirts of his maw soon emerged as the housing spot for the faint details of a grin at the precise moment of Ichigo’s peaceable advance, rounded ears cocking upwards showing a bliss which had been suppressed for a mighty fine while. Inasmuch as Wendell’s profession not being that as a soothsayer, the wolverine could not truly understand how others viewed him as a clanmate; yet, he could guess, and, strangely so for a self-proclaimed optimist, these guesses weren’t too high-thinking of him. The Brit’s hunch was that the general public at least looked down on him, originally because of his species, then the hypothetical repugnance fuelled by his distaste for the conflict regarding the Ascendants. Along these lines of self-belittlement, positive vibes were virtually non-existent in the mustelid’s recent days, instead living through hours of moodiness, boredom, anxiety, and heebie-jeebies. So, upon Mr. Kurosaki’s easeful approach, it made Wendell’s day - nay, it made his week.
Watching the cougar’s locomotion accompanied him with a sensation of relaxation, and the feline’s act of removing that oversized sabre put the sunbearer an even greater amount off edge.
Established in a seated position on his throw, Ichigo spoke, inquisitive about his drink’s contents. Huh, Wendell must’ve been absentminded when pouring the glasses, for he had forgotten. It was an alcohol of some sort - ah, that must’ve been what the swordsman was after. He understood just fine, drinking wasn’t everyone’s game. "Inside that glass is either a brandy or whisky, one o’ the two. I can getcha a a new glass if ya don’t want it," he’d acceptably conjecture, making a motion with a paw of knocking the mug over, ”I got a lotta drinks, some even without hootch. s’That what you want?”. Assuming his memory served him correctly here and now, there was a plentitude of hard liquors, spirits, cocktail beverages, bottles of beer and cider, and just plain fruit and berry juices (which were mostly used to twist cocktails), all contained inside that straw basket he companions himself with. What could you say? There was a scarce amount of traits that he forever retained, and Wendell could honestly admit that being prepared was one of those traits. It would be a lie if one were to say that he was unprepared to continue with the cougar’s conversation, and it would be another to state that he had no idea where it was going. Ichigo was new around here, likely confused on the whole issue surrounding the Ascendants and such.
And Ichigo did continue with the topic, and was indeed questioning the whole aura of the situation.
Like mentioned before, Wendell was prepared.
”Oh, that?” the wolverine started, beginning his partially-rehearsed speech, ”I’m glad you sat down, because it’s a long story, full of plot twists, and surprises- just kidding, it’s really a few groups who don’t like each other because of a silly reason, and both are hypocritical in their own ways. The Pitt’s just a bunch o’ wazzocks, always were; they drove me from my old home in Snowbound. You can expect some shite from them. What makes me gripe is the Ascendants, and how... how stupid this whole situation is. They’re a peaceful bunch as is, kinda have a blind taste for justice; us here in Sunhaven made the mistake of giving them a taste of their own medicine.” Following his beginning paragraph, the strongest part of his rant, he’d reach for the cup of his own and take a swig, the flavoured rum slightly burning his throat. He’d continue, hoping this wouldn’t drag on too long and scare away his companion.
”Our second-in-command, Bucky, the one with a metal leg, was accused of murdering one of the starlovers - and was proven innocent. He killed nobody, and I know it’s so. Problem is, the Ascendants went through a lot of trouble to punish Bucky and put him on trial and stuff, to which we did not comply. And then, after the whole thing blows over, we go in and want an apology for the injustice. We get none. So, we drop them to neutrals. Afterwards, two of us get killed - in the exact same fashion as those seven the other day, so we start an easily preventable war, which may have been halted if some stupid leadership decisions- if some better choices were made by both parties.”
He’d stop to glance at his contact, hopefully unfazed by his heartfelt tirade. ”... Sorry if I sorta lost it just there. It’s just so hard to live life without worry of dying a pointless death anymore.”
+ okay i had too much muse and time on that one
) however, your posts are probably some of the longest i’ve ever seen, so i try to keep up the best i can!The outskirts of his maw soon emerged as the housing spot for the faint details of a grin at the precise moment of Ichigo’s peaceable advance, rounded ears cocking upwards showing a bliss which had been suppressed for a mighty fine while. Inasmuch as Wendell’s profession not being that as a soothsayer, the wolverine could not truly understand how others viewed him as a clanmate; yet, he could guess, and, strangely so for a self-proclaimed optimist, these guesses weren’t too high-thinking of him. The Brit’s hunch was that the general public at least looked down on him, originally because of his species, then the hypothetical repugnance fuelled by his distaste for the conflict regarding the Ascendants. Along these lines of self-belittlement, positive vibes were virtually non-existent in the mustelid’s recent days, instead living through hours of moodiness, boredom, anxiety, and heebie-jeebies. So, upon Mr. Kurosaki’s easeful approach, it made Wendell’s day - nay, it made his week.
Watching the cougar’s locomotion accompanied him with a sensation of relaxation, and the feline’s act of removing that oversized sabre put the sunbearer an even greater amount off edge.
Established in a seated position on his throw, Ichigo spoke, inquisitive about his drink’s contents. Huh, Wendell must’ve been absentminded when pouring the glasses, for he had forgotten. It was an alcohol of some sort - ah, that must’ve been what the swordsman was after. He understood just fine, drinking wasn’t everyone’s game. "Inside that glass is either a brandy or whisky, one o’ the two. I can getcha a a new glass if ya don’t want it," he’d acceptably conjecture, making a motion with a paw of knocking the mug over, ”I got a lotta drinks, some even without hootch. s’That what you want?”. Assuming his memory served him correctly here and now, there was a plentitude of hard liquors, spirits, cocktail beverages, bottles of beer and cider, and just plain fruit and berry juices (which were mostly used to twist cocktails), all contained inside that straw basket he companions himself with. What could you say? There was a scarce amount of traits that he forever retained, and Wendell could honestly admit that being prepared was one of those traits. It would be a lie if one were to say that he was unprepared to continue with the cougar’s conversation, and it would be another to state that he had no idea where it was going. Ichigo was new around here, likely confused on the whole issue surrounding the Ascendants and such.
And Ichigo did continue with the topic, and was indeed questioning the whole aura of the situation.
Like mentioned before, Wendell was prepared.
”Oh, that?” the wolverine started, beginning his partially-rehearsed speech, ”I’m glad you sat down, because it’s a long story, full of plot twists, and surprises- just kidding, it’s really a few groups who don’t like each other because of a silly reason, and both are hypocritical in their own ways. The Pitt’s just a bunch o’ wazzocks, always were; they drove me from my old home in Snowbound. You can expect some shite from them. What makes me gripe is the Ascendants, and how... how stupid this whole situation is. They’re a peaceful bunch as is, kinda have a blind taste for justice; us here in Sunhaven made the mistake of giving them a taste of their own medicine.” Following his beginning paragraph, the strongest part of his rant, he’d reach for the cup of his own and take a swig, the flavoured rum slightly burning his throat. He’d continue, hoping this wouldn’t drag on too long and scare away his companion.
”Our second-in-command, Bucky, the one with a metal leg, was accused of murdering one of the starlovers - and was proven innocent. He killed nobody, and I know it’s so. Problem is, the Ascendants went through a lot of trouble to punish Bucky and put him on trial and stuff, to which we did not comply. And then, after the whole thing blows over, we go in and want an apology for the injustice. We get none. So, we drop them to neutrals. Afterwards, two of us get killed - in the exact same fashion as those seven the other day, so we start an easily preventable war, which may have been halted if some stupid leadership decisions- if some better choices were made by both parties.”
He’d stop to glance at his contact, hopefully unfazed by his heartfelt tirade. ”... Sorry if I sorta lost it just there. It’s just so hard to live life without worry of dying a pointless death anymore.”
+ okay i had too much muse and time on that one