11-06-2018, 12:16 AM
CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS
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One moment he was sitting on his ass and the next he was following, chasing down others who were all going the same direction. Gathering for the meeting. Frightfur wasn’t certain what that entailed but he’d happily go along with it.
Of course, as soon as he entered the room it started. Embarrassed, he forced himself to sit, almost on top of someone as he tried to look natural. The flush to his cheeks made him grumble as if he were angry by it but he could see from his spot Sephiroth smiling at the front and center. He was starting to get a better idea about the lion and he watched the male closely now.
His name was called in welcome along with a few other names he recognized. Yet, then there was the mention of ‘tradition.’ The sugary servaline’s wild eyes followed to paw of the lion to a point as it gestured to a bowl of strange…red liquid. And he was expected to drink? That was all?
Huh, no problem. Fright bounded up, swiping a chalice filled to the brim and moved his head forward and nearly touched his lips to the rim before he pulled back. ”Ugh, it’s weird…but as long as it’s not somebody’s blood,” he muttered half to himself before he downed the contents of the orientation drink. He visibly winced as he he swallowed, and the feeling of regret played with his head. Yeah, hopefully it wasn’t blood or else he might throw up. He didn’t taste a lot of blood or meat in his day to day meals being a vegetarian and all.
Then the big stuff started happening. He quite liked the pep talk on how superior they were—or would be. Perfect. He’d didn’t want to hang out with a kind of people that blow away in the wind. As for the dropping of the mercenary system, he shrugged since he not been around long enough to hardly know of it. He nodded along to the changes in the rank names and the mention of the Aspects.
The spirit would grunt as Sephiroth’s eyes met his, finding himself unable to look away to see if everyone hadn’t just looked to him for some reason. But this wasn’t a bad thing as it turned out and the twisting in his stomach dwindled as he was named a new Physician of the group. He’d have to hold himself to that title and do his best to look out for his comrades. Luckily, he wasn’t the least unprepared but he still coughed a few words between his pride, slight pang of embarrassment, and surprise, ”Wha—okay. Alright, I get it. I accept. But none of y’all go get banged up real bad now, ya hear me? I don’t wanna wash the blood outta yer furs yet.” He didn’t know most of his comrades on a super personal level just yet but maybe a sudden trip to the physicians would count as the kind of too up close and personal bonding experience that he tended to avoid.
Shoutouts to everyone, which he noted was a good thing. Fright’s ears particularly perked in half-hidden excitement at the mentioned of exploration. He would certainly do that, especially since he’d yet to figure everything out that most Rosebloods already were aware of, let alone anything new. There was a notice about tasks and ambassadors and then it slowly came to an end.
For his first meeting in the Rosebloods, it hadn’t been so bad. With a hum to himself, the serval stood, waited for the room to clear out partially, and bounced out of the chamber to do whatever next popped into his mind whether it was productive or not.
Of course, as soon as he entered the room it started. Embarrassed, he forced himself to sit, almost on top of someone as he tried to look natural. The flush to his cheeks made him grumble as if he were angry by it but he could see from his spot Sephiroth smiling at the front and center. He was starting to get a better idea about the lion and he watched the male closely now.
His name was called in welcome along with a few other names he recognized. Yet, then there was the mention of ‘tradition.’ The sugary servaline’s wild eyes followed to paw of the lion to a point as it gestured to a bowl of strange…red liquid. And he was expected to drink? That was all?
Huh, no problem. Fright bounded up, swiping a chalice filled to the brim and moved his head forward and nearly touched his lips to the rim before he pulled back. ”Ugh, it’s weird…but as long as it’s not somebody’s blood,” he muttered half to himself before he downed the contents of the orientation drink. He visibly winced as he he swallowed, and the feeling of regret played with his head. Yeah, hopefully it wasn’t blood or else he might throw up. He didn’t taste a lot of blood or meat in his day to day meals being a vegetarian and all.
Then the big stuff started happening. He quite liked the pep talk on how superior they were—or would be. Perfect. He’d didn’t want to hang out with a kind of people that blow away in the wind. As for the dropping of the mercenary system, he shrugged since he not been around long enough to hardly know of it. He nodded along to the changes in the rank names and the mention of the Aspects.
The spirit would grunt as Sephiroth’s eyes met his, finding himself unable to look away to see if everyone hadn’t just looked to him for some reason. But this wasn’t a bad thing as it turned out and the twisting in his stomach dwindled as he was named a new Physician of the group. He’d have to hold himself to that title and do his best to look out for his comrades. Luckily, he wasn’t the least unprepared but he still coughed a few words between his pride, slight pang of embarrassment, and surprise, ”Wha—okay. Alright, I get it. I accept. But none of y’all go get banged up real bad now, ya hear me? I don’t wanna wash the blood outta yer furs yet.” He didn’t know most of his comrades on a super personal level just yet but maybe a sudden trip to the physicians would count as the kind of too up close and personal bonding experience that he tended to avoid.
Shoutouts to everyone, which he noted was a good thing. Fright’s ears particularly perked in half-hidden excitement at the mentioned of exploration. He would certainly do that, especially since he’d yet to figure everything out that most Rosebloods already were aware of, let alone anything new. There was a notice about tasks and ambassadors and then it slowly came to an end.
For his first meeting in the Rosebloods, it hadn’t been so bad. With a hum to himself, the serval stood, waited for the room to clear out partially, and bounced out of the chamber to do whatever next popped into his mind whether it was productive or not.
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★ The Rosebloods ★ white serval cat w/ bionic mods + spirit/ghost ★ physician