11-22-2018, 12:58 PM
▹▹▹▹ Atticus hadn't been deaf to the panicked voices of the man that had found himself upon their borders, nor the attempts of his other Clanmates to calm him down. Yet, it was as he approached, his ears perked and listening as the large jaguar drew himself forward quietly that he couldn't help but to shake his head softly. Of course, he hadn't a clue what Queen Charlotte or Detroit was either, but it was clear enough to him that it was where this man had come from; more importantly, it was where he was trying to return. Yet, it was unlikely he would, wasn't it? It was a conundrum. Had he died, and returned somehow from some far off distant land as the man assumed? Or was this simply madness.
"You're in the land, our territory, we call the Ascendants," he rumbled lowly as he took a place besides Atbash, giving the Starstruck Guardian a polite nod before his piercing golden gaze fell upon the man in question, looking him over carefully, taking in all the finer details that he could see. He was afraid, and yet there was pain behind those wild eyes, a tension in his body. Atticus supposed he couldn't blame the man in the slightest. Instead, he slowly brought himself to sit, calmly exhaling for a moment as his gaze did not move. "Suffice it to say, none of us have heard of a 'Detroit' or a 'Queen Charlotte', but if these are places from where you came, they are not near to here." He gave another momentary pause as he considered the man, gently pulling his gaze away as he glanced back over his shoulder to the observatory. He was strange, wasn't he? Talking about a British Navy and talking Animals... But there was no point in lying to the man either. Even as all of them told him to calm down, he simply kept on as if the man really wasn't having this bad of a day.
"My name is Atticus. I am a Cosmic General here in the Ascendants. If you wish it, we will provide you with food and shelter to give you time to figure this out. I do not think you will find much help otherwise attempting to find where you come, but the observatory should have some maps," he offered off-handedly, extending only the smallest of a warm smile to soften the edges of his sharp features. It, perhaps, wasn't like where Clarence had come from, but at the very least they could not simply leave him out here in the open to have an existential crisis over whatever was occurring to the poor man. But despite the shock the man had been put under today, Atticus could very well appreciate his attempts to work it all out already instead of crumbling apart, even if most of them hadn't a clue of what he was discussing. But by all accounts, if he had been shot, and pushed overboard? Atticus would not be the one to voice the most likely answer to that question, but he was sure it was the possibility that would find itself in Clarence's mind sooner or later. "I am sure the Ascendants would be otherwise more than happy to assist you how we can in that endeavor."
"You're in the land, our territory, we call the Ascendants," he rumbled lowly as he took a place besides Atbash, giving the Starstruck Guardian a polite nod before his piercing golden gaze fell upon the man in question, looking him over carefully, taking in all the finer details that he could see. He was afraid, and yet there was pain behind those wild eyes, a tension in his body. Atticus supposed he couldn't blame the man in the slightest. Instead, he slowly brought himself to sit, calmly exhaling for a moment as his gaze did not move. "Suffice it to say, none of us have heard of a 'Detroit' or a 'Queen Charlotte', but if these are places from where you came, they are not near to here." He gave another momentary pause as he considered the man, gently pulling his gaze away as he glanced back over his shoulder to the observatory. He was strange, wasn't he? Talking about a British Navy and talking Animals... But there was no point in lying to the man either. Even as all of them told him to calm down, he simply kept on as if the man really wasn't having this bad of a day.
"My name is Atticus. I am a Cosmic General here in the Ascendants. If you wish it, we will provide you with food and shelter to give you time to figure this out. I do not think you will find much help otherwise attempting to find where you come, but the observatory should have some maps," he offered off-handedly, extending only the smallest of a warm smile to soften the edges of his sharp features. It, perhaps, wasn't like where Clarence had come from, but at the very least they could not simply leave him out here in the open to have an existential crisis over whatever was occurring to the poor man. But despite the shock the man had been put under today, Atticus could very well appreciate his attempts to work it all out already instead of crumbling apart, even if most of them hadn't a clue of what he was discussing. But by all accounts, if he had been shot, and pushed overboard? Atticus would not be the one to voice the most likely answer to that question, but he was sure it was the possibility that would find itself in Clarence's mind sooner or later. "I am sure the Ascendants would be otherwise more than happy to assist you how we can in that endeavor."