12-07-2019, 12:02 AM
The crowd before him was a mixed bag of ardent looks and skeptical grimaces. Nobody appeared to outright renounce his accession, though not a face shown in the rabble appeared to be satisfied either. Which was completely okay. Leroy seriously doubted that any individual within Tanglewood's community would immediately welcome him back with open arms after the unceremonious return he made some brief days ago. And for him to claim leadership a narrow two days after unanticipatedly surfacing on the town's outskirts, it only made sense that a good chunk of the tribe's population felt uneasy about the whole ordeal. At least Aurum received a fair amount of praise for his promotion. Perhaps the hound made the right move by giving him the job. The lion seemed exceptionally popular among those that were doubtful of their new leader, after all.
Off-white chompers reveal themselves in a toothy grin as the freshly appointed captain accepts his role, as well as undertaking his first given task. He also asks about a mask vigil, which promptly ushers a hushed laugh from Leroy. The male hadn't heard of mask vigils in a great amount of time. He opens his mouth to reply, though closes it upon seeing that Moth had some words of her own, also relating to the mask vigil. Hmmm. He was tentative on the notion of it, as masks had become incredibly irrelevant in recent months, but if it such a popular request amidst the Tanglers, then so be it. "Come the new year," he begins formally, shooting both Aurum and Moth nods respectively before fixating his attention on those still ahead of him, "there will be a Mask Vigil. For those who are unaware, masks used to be a crucial element in Tanglewood culture. They were usually worn at meetings, gatherings, and raids, and had to cover at least one half of your face." Some masks were truly extravagant, such as Morgan's ice visor, or Beck's deer skull. Some face covers, such as his own woolen balaclava, weren't on par with the elegant standards set by the aforementioned masks. But it wasn't about the looks when it came to masks; rather, each mask was unique, and served as a means of expressing one's creativity whilst retaining anonymity. "I'll explain it better when the time calls for it, but in basic terms, these vigils are like a vicious game of cat and mouse between Tanglers with masks and Tanglers without masks. If a Tangler without a mask makes it through the night without getting caught and beaten up, then they get a mask."
"Nobody will get too hurt, but having you on the sidelines would be very helpful, Moth," he then says, firing an appreciative glance in the medic's direction. And then he does the same to Miller and Perseus, both of whom verbally acknowledged his existence.
"That puts an end to this meeting, then - unless anyone still has something to say."
Off-white chompers reveal themselves in a toothy grin as the freshly appointed captain accepts his role, as well as undertaking his first given task. He also asks about a mask vigil, which promptly ushers a hushed laugh from Leroy. The male hadn't heard of mask vigils in a great amount of time. He opens his mouth to reply, though closes it upon seeing that Moth had some words of her own, also relating to the mask vigil. Hmmm. He was tentative on the notion of it, as masks had become incredibly irrelevant in recent months, but if it such a popular request amidst the Tanglers, then so be it. "Come the new year," he begins formally, shooting both Aurum and Moth nods respectively before fixating his attention on those still ahead of him, "there will be a Mask Vigil. For those who are unaware, masks used to be a crucial element in Tanglewood culture. They were usually worn at meetings, gatherings, and raids, and had to cover at least one half of your face." Some masks were truly extravagant, such as Morgan's ice visor, or Beck's deer skull. Some face covers, such as his own woolen balaclava, weren't on par with the elegant standards set by the aforementioned masks. But it wasn't about the looks when it came to masks; rather, each mask was unique, and served as a means of expressing one's creativity whilst retaining anonymity. "I'll explain it better when the time calls for it, but in basic terms, these vigils are like a vicious game of cat and mouse between Tanglers with masks and Tanglers without masks. If a Tangler without a mask makes it through the night without getting caught and beaten up, then they get a mask."
"Nobody will get too hurt, but having you on the sidelines would be very helpful, Moth," he then says, firing an appreciative glance in the medic's direction. And then he does the same to Miller and Perseus, both of whom verbally acknowledged his existence.
"That puts an end to this meeting, then - unless anyone still has something to say."