CHEAPO + M&G

[wormwood.]

It had definitely been... some time since Wormwood had last seen the proxy of Tanglewood out and about anywhere other than just cooped up in a house, avoiding the world. It wasn't that he couldn't understand why the male hid himself away – especially now that he knew the news that it seemed as though he had so recently gotten, even though it had been a while now – but it was still depressing to see so little of the second in command these days. Even if he and Leroy had butted heads in the past, he respected the hell out of the canine, and often found himself interacting amicably with him when it was just the two of them, so it wasn't as if he had any desire to see the other male's grey face not somewhere around the group. This was why, when he first heard the sound of Leroy's gruff voice just a bit away from the library, where he was sitting and reading, he perked up with interest. The chaser hesitated for a moment, glancing back down at the story he was reading, before he just shrugged and closed the book, making a mental note of what page he had been on. He then went out the door and descended the steps, making his way over to the statue that Leroy was sitting almost regally in front of. Even though Worm hadn't seen him in a while, he still seemed his usual snarky and amused self, albeit a bit more tired, and that brought a small smile to his face as he settled back into a sitting position nearby, offering the proxy a small nod of his head and a shift of his golden and red wings. There honestly weren't many here who didn't know him, since his workaholic nature made it so that he was often one of the first ones to show up at the border to every new joining, but that still didn't mean he couldn't introduce himself to the ones that he had missed, right?

Turning towards the faces of the approaching others who had responded to Leroy's call, Wormwood wrapped his tail around his paws before rumbling softly, his strong voice cutting through the air sharply, "I'm pretty sure most of you here know me, but just in case you don't, my name is Wormwood. Most people just call me Worm though, since it's easier. I'm a chaser here, which is basically a position that just helps out the group a little bit more than your average member, nothing too special. I've been here a little while now, not nearly as long as some..." He smirked a bit as he gestured a wing over at Leroy teasingly, wanting to remind the canine that he had been here for quite a while, and would hopefully be here for many more months to come afterwards as well, "...But still a decent amount of time, to say the least. He's not here right now, unfortunately, because of the Pitt, but I'm also Roy's father. Startling resemblance, I know. If you have any questions about anything and you can't find Crow or Leroy, you can always come to either me or Feza. Or, er, Sam as well, but I haven't seen her in a little while." A small frown came to his face as he thought of the female, wondering where exactly she had ended up disappearing off to. It would he reasonable to suspect that she was still recovering from her wounds from the Pitt, but it had been a while now and last he had heard she was feeling at least a little bit better. It disappointed him to see how many faces had dropped off the map recently, like Vathmos, Sam, and Percy, but he could only hope they showed back up again soon... maybe at this very event, he hoped.

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]