11-26-2018, 09:28 PM
The little beast's chest puffed up with all her egoism and glee at having her name called out. Like, yeah, that was definitely just a normal checking boxes sort of thing, for a leader to list off newcomers, but, still. Amparo subscribed to her own worldview, and in that, this was a big deal. So she sat, soft around the edges with her elation, beaming through the rest of the meeting.
Bat Shit and...Rimmy...(What's a good dig, there? she decided she'd have to work on insults because she only had one for him after some consideration, and though it was particularly yucky, she liked having a full arsenal) were guards? Amparo decided she'd have to ask around about the ranking system here, later. Or, more likely, play it by ear until she had enough context clues to place things on her own, considering how loathe she was to ask for help. What she did know, now, was that promotions hinged on activity. Cool.
Going on was some nonsense about the Typhoon, another name that had popped up maybe once or twice during her run for cover. With a twitch of her ear, Amparo began scheming ways she could pitch in, there. As much as she liked picking fights around here, she wanted to be able to prove that there was more she was capable of than stirring the pot. That much was made clear to her with Sephiroth's behavior warning. Amparo couldn't help but laugh, but feel proud of herself. Oh, but just wait. Just wait. She wriggled in place and remained as hyperactive for the rest of the meeting, rocking on her black-bottomed paws.
Amparo was drawn from her trembling brainstorm by Jiyu's input, and she would've offered her help had Jiyu not made it clear that she was hoping on help from larger animals, or animals who could become larger. Neither of which are me. She snorted half-bitterly, but Amparo understood that she was mostly suited to hunting just for herself. "[color=#6babb3]Be-Be-Better bring ba-, uh, b-bring back someth-th-thing tasty."
Bat Shit and...Rimmy...(What's a good dig, there? she decided she'd have to work on insults because she only had one for him after some consideration, and though it was particularly yucky, she liked having a full arsenal) were guards? Amparo decided she'd have to ask around about the ranking system here, later. Or, more likely, play it by ear until she had enough context clues to place things on her own, considering how loathe she was to ask for help. What she did know, now, was that promotions hinged on activity. Cool.
Going on was some nonsense about the Typhoon, another name that had popped up maybe once or twice during her run for cover. With a twitch of her ear, Amparo began scheming ways she could pitch in, there. As much as she liked picking fights around here, she wanted to be able to prove that there was more she was capable of than stirring the pot. That much was made clear to her with Sephiroth's behavior warning. Amparo couldn't help but laugh, but feel proud of herself. Oh, but just wait. Just wait. She wriggled in place and remained as hyperactive for the rest of the meeting, rocking on her black-bottomed paws.
Amparo was drawn from her trembling brainstorm by Jiyu's input, and she would've offered her help had Jiyu not made it clear that she was hoping on help from larger animals, or animals who could become larger. Neither of which are me. She snorted half-bitterly, but Amparo understood that she was mostly suited to hunting just for herself. "[color=#6babb3]Be-Be-Better bring ba-, uh, b-bring back someth-th-thing tasty."
[glow=black,2,400]and if you need to curse my name, curse me good[/glow]
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