01-09-2020, 11:35 AM
The bell ringing was a familiar sound - to him, the sound of new beginnings, of freedom in the form of the Typhoon. Perhaps that was a little overdramatic, though - it was simpler to just say that the ringing of the bell reminded him of his recent joining, and sparked within him a certain sordid curiosity, a wish to know who was here, why they were here, if he could use them. The normal questions anybody would have for a new person. The ocelot padded over, eyes panning over the scene, taking in Keona, the other Typhooner (by the scent) that he didn't know, and a bear.
It was a bit of a system shock to see it, standing there, placidly, one that made his eye twitch, made him want to grab a knife and defend himself, though he had more self control than that. It wasn't doing anything, after all, and he figured it would be rude to attack someone unprompted, even if they did give him the feeling that he suddenly wasn't safe. Something about that face did not agree with him at all. It reminded him of someone else that he knew a long time ago, a resemblance made uncanny by the fact that that person was dead, and this one was alive. To spite his paranoia, the cat sat down with the rest of the group, saying a small little, "Hello."
It was a bit of a system shock to see it, standing there, placidly, one that made his eye twitch, made him want to grab a knife and defend himself, though he had more self control than that. It wasn't doing anything, after all, and he figured it would be rude to attack someone unprompted, even if they did give him the feeling that he suddenly wasn't safe. Something about that face did not agree with him at all. It reminded him of someone else that he knew a long time ago, a resemblance made uncanny by the fact that that person was dead, and this one was alive. To spite his paranoia, the cat sat down with the rest of the group, saying a small little, "Hello."
tags - "speech"