12-11-2019, 02:49 AM
"N-new Ardent?"
So, Jerkass Jervis was finally out of the picture? Fuck, all the interesting shit happens immediately after someone dies, doesn't it. He feels relieved knowing this, for it was as if an illimitable weight had just been forklifted off of his jaded heart. The menace who'd murdered Crow's daughter, and caused chaos on all corners of the island. The menace that ruled over the Pitt with an iron fist, who withheld from the agreement he made and preserved the group's slave population long after he was instructed to unbind them. The menace that tortured his comrades, murdered his allies, and played coy during it all. That menace was defeated. And in his place was Goldenluxury, which was why she was unavailable.
The hound was given two options at this. A) Take a trip to the sweltering desert and cause a scene, just so Goldie could hear his memo. Or B) play telephone and leave a message for one of the duo before him to relay. Someone back home had informed him that the desert was incredibly hot this time of year, so option B resembled the most appealing route. Yes, the desert was incredibly hot all year round, but the hound wasn't going to take any chances. If he were to catch heatstroke and die - especially after retrieving this fabulous body - the hound would be astonishingly pissed.
Alright. Option B it was. "Hushsound, Keona (hope I'm sayin' that right)," Leroy lurches, attempting to garner their collected attention, "if one of you would send Ms. Goldenluxury my message by any of the means ya said - whatever's easiest for ya - I would be eternally grateful." His hues dart to the little one, who made mention of an apparent cousin in his tribe. Her surname had yet to be mentioned, though by making mention of a pet bird, he could lay a finger on who she spoke of. Kiira. "My message is this; 'I'm leader now. Uhhhh, that's about all I- oh, from Leroy'."
With that, he shuts his eyes and nods. He hopes that his instructions were not too difficult to follow.
So, Jerkass Jervis was finally out of the picture? Fuck, all the interesting shit happens immediately after someone dies, doesn't it. He feels relieved knowing this, for it was as if an illimitable weight had just been forklifted off of his jaded heart. The menace who'd murdered Crow's daughter, and caused chaos on all corners of the island. The menace that ruled over the Pitt with an iron fist, who withheld from the agreement he made and preserved the group's slave population long after he was instructed to unbind them. The menace that tortured his comrades, murdered his allies, and played coy during it all. That menace was defeated. And in his place was Goldenluxury, which was why she was unavailable.
The hound was given two options at this. A) Take a trip to the sweltering desert and cause a scene, just so Goldie could hear his memo. Or B) play telephone and leave a message for one of the duo before him to relay. Someone back home had informed him that the desert was incredibly hot this time of year, so option B resembled the most appealing route. Yes, the desert was incredibly hot all year round, but the hound wasn't going to take any chances. If he were to catch heatstroke and die - especially after retrieving this fabulous body - the hound would be astonishingly pissed.
Alright. Option B it was. "Hushsound, Keona (hope I'm sayin' that right)," Leroy lurches, attempting to garner their collected attention, "if one of you would send Ms. Goldenluxury my message by any of the means ya said - whatever's easiest for ya - I would be eternally grateful." His hues dart to the little one, who made mention of an apparent cousin in his tribe. Her surname had yet to be mentioned, though by making mention of a pet bird, he could lay a finger on who she spoke of. Kiira. "My message is this; 'I'm leader now. Uhhhh, that's about all I- oh, from Leroy'."
With that, he shuts his eyes and nods. He hopes that his instructions were not too difficult to follow.