09-04-2019, 12:43 PM
FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
Legacies didn't mean much to Fourthwall, at least, he didn't think ithey did. He had a lot of kids back in the old world, had been a big deal in a lot of places, but when he thought back to them he wasn't sure he could find any bitterness in him at having been forgotten by them. Just a hollow unhappiness that sprung from the past no longer being the reality, at his friends no longer being around him. That being said though, power wasn't something that Fourthwall was ignorant to. He'd never gone looking for things like fancy titles or ranks, had never sought to have people look too him as a leader or bow to his words- not in the way someone like Jervis did, at least. Fourth was an individualist, not a conquerer, in the sense of wanting attention. He didn't need the masses, so long as he had the few he wanted.
Still, what Jervis was hinting at for a reward wasn't unappealing to Fourth. He liked having something to do, enjoyed keeping busy and involved with the group, and being closer to Jervis in the role of a bodyguard wasn't a bad idea. It just wasn't a dealbreaker. After all, Fourth wasn't an idiot. He knew when someone was trying to use him, but unlike most people he wasn't offended at the concept. It just had to be fun enough to keep him interested. Aaaaaand, admittedly, he liked the idea of being able to influence the Pitt in some way by being in the Ardents favor, but as his wine red eyes rested on the fox, he couldn't help but feel a bit mischevous.
"Your grattitude is a nice bonus, but if i'm going to give you my body in battle, I think it's fair that I get yours outside of it." he would reply, the corner or his lips curled upwards into a challenging smirk. He didn't care that the vain little fox was scarred up and mentally unhinged in most areas. Hell, who wasn't these days? No, what mattered most to Fourth was the molocule of power he'd gain from the fox saying yes to such an outlandish deal. After all, the great, glorious ardent surely wouldn't have slept with a lowly mutt of a guard-dog like him in any other circumstance. It was bad for the foxes self image as a member of high society. And while it would mean nothing to anyone else, it would leave him with the satisfaction of knowing that he, too, held power in this little arrangement. "If those terms are something you can agree to, I don't see why I can't play 'obedient supporter' to your cause. Hell, it might even be fun taking the bullet for you a few times." he'd laugh. After all, Jervis was now a high priority target in most of the other groups, which meant keeping him safe would allow Fourth to stay busy. A fast, unpredictable life was always best, and with his reckless nature and affinity for violence it only made sense that he would find a task like this more of a fun challenge than a daunting one.
"SPEECH
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
Legacies didn't mean much to Fourthwall, at least, he didn't think ithey did. He had a lot of kids back in the old world, had been a big deal in a lot of places, but when he thought back to them he wasn't sure he could find any bitterness in him at having been forgotten by them. Just a hollow unhappiness that sprung from the past no longer being the reality, at his friends no longer being around him. That being said though, power wasn't something that Fourthwall was ignorant to. He'd never gone looking for things like fancy titles or ranks, had never sought to have people look too him as a leader or bow to his words- not in the way someone like Jervis did, at least. Fourth was an individualist, not a conquerer, in the sense of wanting attention. He didn't need the masses, so long as he had the few he wanted.
Still, what Jervis was hinting at for a reward wasn't unappealing to Fourth. He liked having something to do, enjoyed keeping busy and involved with the group, and being closer to Jervis in the role of a bodyguard wasn't a bad idea. It just wasn't a dealbreaker. After all, Fourth wasn't an idiot. He knew when someone was trying to use him, but unlike most people he wasn't offended at the concept. It just had to be fun enough to keep him interested. Aaaaaand, admittedly, he liked the idea of being able to influence the Pitt in some way by being in the Ardents favor, but as his wine red eyes rested on the fox, he couldn't help but feel a bit mischevous.
"Your grattitude is a nice bonus, but if i'm going to give you my body in battle, I think it's fair that I get yours outside of it." he would reply, the corner or his lips curled upwards into a challenging smirk. He didn't care that the vain little fox was scarred up and mentally unhinged in most areas. Hell, who wasn't these days? No, what mattered most to Fourth was the molocule of power he'd gain from the fox saying yes to such an outlandish deal. After all, the great, glorious ardent surely wouldn't have slept with a lowly mutt of a guard-dog like him in any other circumstance. It was bad for the foxes self image as a member of high society. And while it would mean nothing to anyone else, it would leave him with the satisfaction of knowing that he, too, held power in this little arrangement. "If those terms are something you can agree to, I don't see why I can't play 'obedient supporter' to your cause. Hell, it might even be fun taking the bullet for you a few times." he'd laugh. After all, Jervis was now a high priority target in most of the other groups, which meant keeping him safe would allow Fourth to stay busy. A fast, unpredictable life was always best, and with his reckless nature and affinity for violence it only made sense that he would find a task like this more of a fun challenge than a daunting one.
"SPEECH
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt