CADILLAC CARJACK — open / typhoon

[london r.]

London always apologized when she had done something wrong, it was just her nature, no matter how little of an error she made, the words just popped out. But in this situation, I appeared as though she really had not done anything wrong. She had been targeted for no particular reason, it could have been anyone. But somehow she still felt the need to take it upon herself and say those words. She was not even completely sure why herself, it just felt like something needed to be said. Although perhaps that apology should have come from the caracal instead, but somehow the clouded leopard got the feeling that that would never have happened. The Typhoon female hadn't come all this way to apologize for a little scratch that she didn't feel sorry for inflicting, she'd come here because of Jacob's situation.

It was rather unfortunate that Jacob of all people had gotten taken away. Their sole healer had been missing for a week, and in that time quite a lot happened. Three deaths, as far as she was aware, and Ivylee was scarred for life. "I'm not really sure, it's been interesting to say the least. You should probably check up on Ivylee if you get the chance. She's not hurt physically, but she did have quite a big shock." the girl remarked, another apology almost slipping from her lips. She had had no idea how to calm a Ivylee down after seeing those corpses, the only injuries she had been aware of were fatalities besides Killua's, but the albino serval had treated himself. London was not even sure if he would even let Jacob look at his injuries, so Ivy would be the best place to start once he was up to it. Jacob's next words were quite a surprise though, she hadn't though him to be so bitter. But it made sense, seeing as Guru had layed her paws on him as well.

The albino clouded leopard found herself almost holding her breath as the caracal responded, though it seemed she had not needed to worry. Her apology had been accepted, even if something in the Typhoon member's voice made the young girl uneasy. Though what came after was likely the part that should have made her more nervous, Guru's explanation for attacking her. London had figured I would have been something like that, random. Though that did not explain Jacob's capture, surely he wasn't just selected without thought as she was, unless of course she was overthinking things. There was a possibility she could be wrong, but Jacob seemed to be just too perfect of a catch. Now that I'm mattered anyway, what's done is done. The smile the caracal showed when she had finished her little quip was also unnerving, once again forcing the young albino to forcefully relieve the tension that wished too pull at her joints.

Then the other foreign lady offered some advice that London supposed she should try to remember. It reminded her of what her mother had once said around the time she had started climbing trees. The girl had once believed herself to be careful, she did have a couple or clumsy moments, but usually there was some care within her movements and decisions. Now if only she could find a way to apply that to herself just the right amount, even within familiar territory. Just like that fairy tale she'd read, Goldilocks. The clouded leopard needed to be prepared to protect herself from possibly violent strangers, more than she currently was, but not to the point where she came to be paranoid. "Thank you for the advice, miss. I'll try to keep that in mind." the soft spoken girl would state, her accent notably present.

Then came another unexpected outburst from right next to her. The young girl would flinch, unaccustomed to having someone raise their voice at her like this, especially when she had no idea what she had done wrong. She had half the mind to raise her voice back at Killua, but what purpose would that have? It would be best not to mess around in front of another clan, especially a violent clan. "I'm sorry...?" she would state, unsure of if those were the right words to use. The Snowseeker seemed to believe she should not have apologized, so was she apologizing for her apology now? Well that was sort of confusing now, wasn't it? A giggle would bubble from the girl, and a bright smile spread across her features. It seemed that Argus' advice had already left her mind, she was already demonstrating behavior that was too carefree for the likes of this situation.

But it seemed the serval had bigger fish to fry. She watched Killua and Jacob's exchange, growing a little bored of all the politics. It seemed as though her friend was a little too convinced that these Typhoon guys were despicable people. Sure, Guru might be, according to most everyone in the Snowbound, but that did not mean that they all were. They may have some tricks up their sleeve, but the young girl didn't see what the Snowbound could gain from this by being so suspicious. Though perhaps she was wrong, she had never had any experience in this sort of thing. An occasion like this was the supposedly best place to try and understand though, see political strategies in action. Maybe she would not catch anything, but there was a slight chance that she may come to understand even just a piece of thought behind madness. Or, once she knew a little more, she could look back on this interaction and notice the patterns.

Then Pincher finally spoke, a voice filled with confidence and conviction. London somehow sensed that the time for their idle chit chat was over, but nothing reflected within her brilliant blue gaze. He seemed to be a good leader in her eyes, caring for outsiders as well as his clan, but his next action was truly a surprise. London could not believe her eyes as he drew blood from his own people, it almost made her reconsider her earlier thoughts. It took her just a moment too long to realize that this seemed staged, a ploy, but a rather believable one in her eyes, though others may disagree. Guru had acted out of line, and this was how Pincher would show his strength over his comrades. Still, the albino clouded leopard was not able to view this without mumbling a minuscule apology, after all it was partially her fault that the caracal was in this situation. She had been victimized, but there were no hurt feelings, in fact, her gaze seemed to be so focused on the other, sending pleading thoughts that she came to no harm, she barely took note of the arrival of her own comrades.