05-09-2019, 09:38 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]If the female were to hear the stranger's thoughts over the various groups, she would find herself agreeing with every single point he had made. A good sign for their future relations, if only they knew. Nonetheless, she was impressed. The captain had not been expecting them to start their public partnership so early. She, personally, preferred to be discreet a little more. But, hey, perhaps it was just a coincidence that this Tanglewood member was here with gifts - maybe he was just observant and could tell they likely would become allies sooner than later. Hopefully Crow hadn't given away too much, if anything at all. She may have to ask the male later. For now, she will simply act neutral, as if there was no expectations of this happening anytime soon. Her crewmates cannot know of her plans that would soon take place - not quite yet. Soon.
Truly, Tanglewood was the only place that had never once pissed off Goldenluxury. She had reason to hold a certain, at least a small one, grudge against every single other place, even that blank slate of a group Elysium. The female has been around as long as all of the originals - give or take a few months. She's seen them come and go, change, and absolutely betray her and her crewmates in one way or another. All except Tanglewood. There had been mentions, she believes, of a small war at the very beginning of their groups, but she'd no knowledge of such a thing. It'd not been mentioned in a long time, and even those acknowledgements were brief and lacked detail. All she knew of Tanglewood is that they were swampy folks, their leader shared her surname but not her actual family, and Beck, her former roommate, had gone back there. If anything, she thought fondly of the place. It was certainly more respectable than anywhere else.
The tiger's cold eyes look over the canine, seemingly to be just about the same height as the tall, muscular female. A different experience, but not one she would find too shocking. She's seen stranger. After all, they have a very tiny fae as a very important rank, and a very large dragon of the void adopting the entire crew. Not to mention, an oxymoron as their captain.
She glances towards the gifts he left, offering a small smile in her gaze. "Hello," Goldenluxury would greet slowly, her voice sharp and clear. "I am Goldenluxury Roux." She then introduces with a slight politeness, her focus now totally on the male. "Why 'ave ya come 'ere with gits, stranger? Not that 'm against them at all." Act surprised. Keep the facade. Soon it will be revealed. Very soon. Hopefully he plays along. If not, she'd simply need to find some sort of temporary excuse.
Truly, Tanglewood was the only place that had never once pissed off Goldenluxury. She had reason to hold a certain, at least a small one, grudge against every single other place, even that blank slate of a group Elysium. The female has been around as long as all of the originals - give or take a few months. She's seen them come and go, change, and absolutely betray her and her crewmates in one way or another. All except Tanglewood. There had been mentions, she believes, of a small war at the very beginning of their groups, but she'd no knowledge of such a thing. It'd not been mentioned in a long time, and even those acknowledgements were brief and lacked detail. All she knew of Tanglewood is that they were swampy folks, their leader shared her surname but not her actual family, and Beck, her former roommate, had gone back there. If anything, she thought fondly of the place. It was certainly more respectable than anywhere else.
The tiger's cold eyes look over the canine, seemingly to be just about the same height as the tall, muscular female. A different experience, but not one she would find too shocking. She's seen stranger. After all, they have a very tiny fae as a very important rank, and a very large dragon of the void adopting the entire crew. Not to mention, an oxymoron as their captain.
She glances towards the gifts he left, offering a small smile in her gaze. "Hello," Goldenluxury would greet slowly, her voice sharp and clear. "I am Goldenluxury Roux." She then introduces with a slight politeness, her focus now totally on the male. "Why 'ave ya come 'ere with gits, stranger? Not that 'm against them at all." Act surprised. Keep the facade. Soon it will be revealed. Very soon. Hopefully he plays along. If not, she'd simply need to find some sort of temporary excuse.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.