get your ass out of the grave [open/ mass role call/evaluation]

[gael]

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Line up for an evaluation roll call.  The red and black vulpine nearly snorted.  The faerie flicked an ear as he recalled happens of over a century ago; forming up in a line with his cousin for the royal guard.  While he and Kian dedicated themselves to become fighters and fliers, Seamus mastered the art of stealth and sabotage.  He wondered what 'Embry' planned on stating for his 'skillset'.

He regarded Fourthwall through cold, hazel eyes, indifferent.  His family perished in a fire set by his enemies, his daughter the only family he had left.  The Pitt failed to deserve the title 'brothers and sisters' — this place simply provided a home base, well barricaded by a desert to protect his daughter as she grew.  For this Gael would defend them, but for this only.  I care not for you, or the others.  Honestly, he felt more respect for Kydobi than any of those around him.  And I should have guessed he's royalty.  Another prince far from home, he mused.

The fox raised his chin, following a short nod of respect to the jaguar as he finished speaking.  "Gael Ó Broin," the Irishman stated cleanly.  "I possess the ability to manipulate the air around me." Not a trait he kept secret, though he hardly felt it entirely important.  "I fought alongside the royal guard of my kingdom for many years — both as soldier and commander.  Personally, I believe sound strategy is more important than the number or strength of warriors.  Certainly greater than brute strength."

"I studied the medical arts in my youth, though I hardly consider myself an expert in the field."  But someone must teach Aine; 'Embry' can't keep his cover forever.

"That is all I have to say," he finished smoothly.  You don't own me nor do I owe you.  Gael intended gaining the same amount of information he gave.  The faerie refused to hand over more about himself than necessary.

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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