EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE // joining

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Stryker had a feeling he was just saying that to impress those that had gathered, but the lion kept his mouth shut and smiled profusely as if nothing was wrong. Pan seemed to trust them. The ardent wasn't going to protest against her words, but instead tried to sway the perspective so he could see through her own eyes... No, he still seemed suspicious. Still, he went with the flow. "If you say so," the lion enthused. His words were drawn out and loose, as if he was displaying confidence. "Welcome to the Pitt, Caeser." As Pan continued to speak, he let out a snicker. Frying pan... He'd definitely bully her about that in the future. She'd definitely be roasted... Jokes... Hah.... Never said he was a comedian. "And I'm Stryker, the ardent here."