05-11-2019, 12:15 PM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
If it hadn't been a border, Fourth may have noted the arrival of another long before they spoke, but as it was he was already in a myriad of scents belonging to dozens of creatures from a clan he wasn't familiar with, and the fact that he wasn't using any powers of his own to overcome it meant that he could only detect what was already evident right before him. And some of the scents out here were rather recent, not so fresh as to insinuate that the patrol who'd left them had done so within the last few moments, but in the last hour or so, definitely.
At last he heard a voice ring out from the thick jungle in front of him, only instead of hailing from deeper in, it came distinctly from above him. A brow would quirk up ward as he tilted his chin to gaze into the trees overhanging him, but he saw nothing. Was he bothered but it? Not a fucking chance. Fourthwall held little fear for anyone or anything, a trait that was perhaps foolish and yet remained an unwavering staple in his personality. Because what was the point of fearing anything in a world that wasn't even real? What was t he point in caring for people that didn't technically exist in the first place? And that careless dismissal included himself as well, because why would he worry about his own well being when he'd just be written into the story again?
This, of course, was where Fourthwall had gotten his name. He was assumed crazy by the majority who knew this tidbit about him and so he didn't often bring it up if only because there was no reason to. An yet, he was convinced that the entire world around him was fake, a virtual reality of sorts where all they really were was either data in a machine or words on paper. He'd never known why he thought these things or how he knew it, but from his earliest childhood memories he could remember it being that way. It was why he'd abandoned his family and the name they'd given him, because he wasn't going to be their champion. He had his own life to live, because if all of this was as fake as he knew it to be then the only thing left was to take as much as you could and enjoy it while it lasted.
"Fourthwall Fallout. I'm here to join." he'd reply, tone empty of any warmth or friendliness, though his bluntness wasn't exactly spoken with impatience or anything like that. Like the jaguar, he simply didn't like beating around the bush. He'd come here to be a part of the clan and standing around on the border really wasn't conducive to what he wanted, so the sooner this part of the formailities was over with the better.
He lowered his head then to set his gaze level with the jungle once more not seeing a point in trying to look at someone who was hiding themselves. As he did so he noticed another. They were much younger, a canine hybrid of some sort that was mottled in feathered. He'd tilt his head in her direction to issue a greeting but wouldn't say anything otherwise- he'd already gotten his name and business out of the way, so there was no need to repeat himself.
"SPEECH
If it hadn't been a border, Fourth may have noted the arrival of another long before they spoke, but as it was he was already in a myriad of scents belonging to dozens of creatures from a clan he wasn't familiar with, and the fact that he wasn't using any powers of his own to overcome it meant that he could only detect what was already evident right before him. And some of the scents out here were rather recent, not so fresh as to insinuate that the patrol who'd left them had done so within the last few moments, but in the last hour or so, definitely.
At last he heard a voice ring out from the thick jungle in front of him, only instead of hailing from deeper in, it came distinctly from above him. A brow would quirk up ward as he tilted his chin to gaze into the trees overhanging him, but he saw nothing. Was he bothered but it? Not a fucking chance. Fourthwall held little fear for anyone or anything, a trait that was perhaps foolish and yet remained an unwavering staple in his personality. Because what was the point of fearing anything in a world that wasn't even real? What was t he point in caring for people that didn't technically exist in the first place? And that careless dismissal included himself as well, because why would he worry about his own well being when he'd just be written into the story again?
This, of course, was where Fourthwall had gotten his name. He was assumed crazy by the majority who knew this tidbit about him and so he didn't often bring it up if only because there was no reason to. An yet, he was convinced that the entire world around him was fake, a virtual reality of sorts where all they really were was either data in a machine or words on paper. He'd never known why he thought these things or how he knew it, but from his earliest childhood memories he could remember it being that way. It was why he'd abandoned his family and the name they'd given him, because he wasn't going to be their champion. He had his own life to live, because if all of this was as fake as he knew it to be then the only thing left was to take as much as you could and enjoy it while it lasted.
"Fourthwall Fallout. I'm here to join." he'd reply, tone empty of any warmth or friendliness, though his bluntness wasn't exactly spoken with impatience or anything like that. Like the jaguar, he simply didn't like beating around the bush. He'd come here to be a part of the clan and standing around on the border really wasn't conducive to what he wanted, so the sooner this part of the formailities was over with the better.
He lowered his head then to set his gaze level with the jungle once more not seeing a point in trying to look at someone who was hiding themselves. As he did so he noticed another. They were much younger, a canine hybrid of some sort that was mottled in feathered. He'd tilt his head in her direction to issue a greeting but wouldn't say anything otherwise- he'd already gotten his name and business out of the way, so there was no need to repeat himself.
"SPEECH
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