07-26-2019, 09:23 AM
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]The first to arrive was a face she recognized, one she pleasured a nice chat with a few nights ago. This still would not warrant any friendly smiles, it simply was not appropriate for the occasion, and she wasn't about to hide the fact she was pissed about this. Her crew is her family and she has always lived by the motivation that she would do anything to keep her family happy - they always come first, and to wake up to find family members dead, disrespected was not something to just brush off. Her head tilts back slightly from Sam's response, already quite aware of the things she was telling the captain. She opens her mouth to speak, frown present on her features. "I already knew it wasn't really y'all," she assures, though her tone is flat, words coming out like ice. "There's lil' reason t' assume a true Tanglewood member would jus' pull shit like that." It still smelled of Tanglewood - nothing but it, though, and that demands explanation, for both of their sakes. "But, is' important we find out who that fake member is, whether they be an enemy tryin' some trickery or an actual traitor."
Her attention breaks from Sam now, though, as another arrives. She does not recognize this member. Her slit pupils peer towards the stranger expectantly, metaphorical eyebrows raising once she spoke. The tigress didn't really care to explain the details of the bodies - it was quite nasty, but she supposes that there must be some sort of signature the culprit is leaving. That's a stupid move if they were trying not to get caught. "Sure was. Some edgy shit." Goldenluxury huffs, tail twitching impatiently. They would figure out who did it - clearly there is already a pattern. She is about to open her mouth to say more when the leader himself arrives and she focuses onto Crow, feathered ears perking upward. As he shouts out, the captain sits down, her tail wrapping around her paws.
Everyone suspect? She isn't sure she'd go to that extent, but she was not unhappy with his conclusion. This is what she came here for - to figure out who the fuck did it and what the Hell they were gonna do about it. Clearly, Crow understood that and took action immediately, and she would let some frustration exit her because of it. Once he turned towards her and asked her for the details, her nose would scrunch slightly. "We'll jus' say that it was nastier than what Beck left behind, and includes a serval n' a jaguar," the female would respond, sparing him the details. He could imagine, seeing as he'd seen the ghost's work. A head placed where a heart would go. That was fucked up.
One more arrives, though Goldenluxury was not too interested to hear her theory, once it was declared. "I don' really give a fuck what they want, they still smelled like Tanglewood, doesn' really matter whether they're from here or not. They still smelled like it, n' I don' think any of us want that kinda asshole smellin' like y'all, so 'is important we figure out who the fuck it is." It was a bad look, and clearly lead to more trouble than any of them wanted.
Her attention breaks from Sam now, though, as another arrives. She does not recognize this member. Her slit pupils peer towards the stranger expectantly, metaphorical eyebrows raising once she spoke. The tigress didn't really care to explain the details of the bodies - it was quite nasty, but she supposes that there must be some sort of signature the culprit is leaving. That's a stupid move if they were trying not to get caught. "Sure was. Some edgy shit." Goldenluxury huffs, tail twitching impatiently. They would figure out who did it - clearly there is already a pattern. She is about to open her mouth to say more when the leader himself arrives and she focuses onto Crow, feathered ears perking upward. As he shouts out, the captain sits down, her tail wrapping around her paws.
Everyone suspect? She isn't sure she'd go to that extent, but she was not unhappy with his conclusion. This is what she came here for - to figure out who the fuck did it and what the Hell they were gonna do about it. Clearly, Crow understood that and took action immediately, and she would let some frustration exit her because of it. Once he turned towards her and asked her for the details, her nose would scrunch slightly. "We'll jus' say that it was nastier than what Beck left behind, and includes a serval n' a jaguar," the female would respond, sparing him the details. He could imagine, seeing as he'd seen the ghost's work. A head placed where a heart would go. That was fucked up.
One more arrives, though Goldenluxury was not too interested to hear her theory, once it was declared. "I don' really give a fuck what they want, they still smelled like Tanglewood, doesn' really matter whether they're from here or not. They still smelled like it, n' I don' think any of us want that kinda asshole smellin' like y'all, so 'is important we figure out who the fuck it is." It was a bad look, and clearly lead to more trouble than any of them wanted.
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.