08-10-2019, 10:04 PM
The canine's presence was already made by the time Crow had commenced the abrupt meeting. Being the only other high position currently stationed in the bog meant that the proxy was the general's sole adviser for matters such as this - and thus, he heretofore possessed a great deal of knowledge on the upcoming raid.
The process of discussing his unique role was one of great difficulty. The alabaster feline was very adamant about making his stance very clear; he didn't want Leroy to get harmed. Well, maybe he hadn't exactly said so aloud, but by all things holy it sure seemed that was the way things were. No matter the amount of information that the canine had presented in his favour, Crow always had a counterpoint. The bickering had dragged on for so long that it completely postponed the raid altogether. Eventually, the both of them had come to a conclusion on the topic. Eventually, Leroy came out on top. Eventually, it was decided that Leroy would be the one to put his gaunt ass on the line and rescue Sam.
The male mindlessly curtsies his stalwart noggin while the general speaks, only taking notice when Beck gets brought up. Come to think of it, the little poltergeist hadn't been around the territory for a good while. He puts on a puzzled expression, racking his mind for any clues pointing towards the ex-medic's whereabouts. Wormwood speaks, causing the mongrel's eyes to slightly widen. "That'd make perfect sense, actually," Leroy punctuates, giving the lion a subtle nod, "since he's done similar shit in the past. Like with how he left for th' Tyhpoon without tellin' anyone beforehand."
"Sure hope that ain't that ain't th' case - the kid's in for a world of hurt if he paid th' Pittians a visit." The hound's maw contorts itself into a twisted frown, one of both concern and anger. Assuming that the Pitt didn't kill Beck, he'd likely do so himself. Sure, he was a kid - but not all kids are morons.
The process of discussing his unique role was one of great difficulty. The alabaster feline was very adamant about making his stance very clear; he didn't want Leroy to get harmed. Well, maybe he hadn't exactly said so aloud, but by all things holy it sure seemed that was the way things were. No matter the amount of information that the canine had presented in his favour, Crow always had a counterpoint. The bickering had dragged on for so long that it completely postponed the raid altogether. Eventually, the both of them had come to a conclusion on the topic. Eventually, Leroy came out on top. Eventually, it was decided that Leroy would be the one to put his gaunt ass on the line and rescue Sam.
The male mindlessly curtsies his stalwart noggin while the general speaks, only taking notice when Beck gets brought up. Come to think of it, the little poltergeist hadn't been around the territory for a good while. He puts on a puzzled expression, racking his mind for any clues pointing towards the ex-medic's whereabouts. Wormwood speaks, causing the mongrel's eyes to slightly widen. "That'd make perfect sense, actually," Leroy punctuates, giving the lion a subtle nod, "since he's done similar shit in the past. Like with how he left for th' Tyhpoon without tellin' anyone beforehand."
"Sure hope that ain't that ain't th' case - the kid's in for a world of hurt if he paid th' Pittians a visit." The hound's maw contorts itself into a twisted frown, one of both concern and anger. Assuming that the Pitt didn't kill Beck, he'd likely do so himself. Sure, he was a kid - but not all kids are morons.