01-06-2020, 03:57 PM
Another meeting, Abathur mused to himself, scuttling over to the statue. Interestingly, the whole thing had already become sort of routine, even though this was only his second one. There was a strange indescribable atmosphere surrounding it, which he supposed made sense. They were called "meetings" after all, inspiring an image of a bored workplace talking about how the business was doing every month or so, instead of something more befitting their status as a cryptid clan settled next to a swamp and a radioactive hole in the ground.
Patiently, the spider listened, not expecting much. He didn't say anything for the joiners, knowing that the time for words would come later when he met them, if he hadn't already. Truly, he was blindsided when his name was mentioned alongside Snarl and Miller for the promotion to chaser. Really? Him? He hadn't really done anything, besides a medical procedure or two, he just... existed. It was weird, being shifted to a higher position, even if that higher position wasn't "too special," as Leroy put it, especially with the possibility of future promotions. "Promotion appreciated," he said in his stilted manner, feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing, which truly was a strange feeling for him. His eyes panned from the blurry form of Leroy to search for Kaz and Snarl, his two new partners. He didn't really know either of them very well, besides being standoffish, but - well, perhaps he should start now.
The rest of the meeting wasn't of much interest to him. Kydobi's appearance was something he missed, thankfully, though he took the words "them Pittians ain't our friends" somewhat to heart. The only thing that interested him, beyond the mention of "weekly tasks" - whatever those were - was the mention of the mask vigil. Leroy had talked about it last meeting, if his memory wasn't as faulty as his eyes, which meant he was very serious about it happening. The description of it was very odd. It sounded more like a game than anything else, especially not a ritual of entry into Tanglewood, though that only piqued his curiosity more. He could not wait to see how it happened - metaphorically, of course.
Patiently, the spider listened, not expecting much. He didn't say anything for the joiners, knowing that the time for words would come later when he met them, if he hadn't already. Truly, he was blindsided when his name was mentioned alongside Snarl and Miller for the promotion to chaser. Really? Him? He hadn't really done anything, besides a medical procedure or two, he just... existed. It was weird, being shifted to a higher position, even if that higher position wasn't "too special," as Leroy put it, especially with the possibility of future promotions. "Promotion appreciated," he said in his stilted manner, feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing, which truly was a strange feeling for him. His eyes panned from the blurry form of Leroy to search for Kaz and Snarl, his two new partners. He didn't really know either of them very well, besides being standoffish, but - well, perhaps he should start now.
The rest of the meeting wasn't of much interest to him. Kydobi's appearance was something he missed, thankfully, though he took the words "them Pittians ain't our friends" somewhat to heart. The only thing that interested him, beyond the mention of "weekly tasks" - whatever those were - was the mention of the mask vigil. Leroy had talked about it last meeting, if his memory wasn't as faulty as his eyes, which meant he was very serious about it happening. The description of it was very odd. It sounded more like a game than anything else, especially not a ritual of entry into Tanglewood, though that only piqued his curiosity more. He could not wait to see how it happened - metaphorically, of course.
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