02-28-2020, 07:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Next to arrive is Lemy, drawn by the original call. He pulls his cloak closer to his body as he travels to the source of the call. Despite the warming weather, the mountains made it seem like it was still winter on certain days. It doesn't bother him as much as others, as he owned a cloak just like Videogames, but he still prefers temperate days.
Finally, he spots the duo, eyes singling out Videogames for a brief moment then traveling back to the newcomer. Lemy watches his movements as he converses with the serval, mouth twitching in amusement at the lion's rambles. It doesn't take a genius to notice that the lion was flustered, though Lemy couldn't piece together the reason. Still, he hops on over, aiming a friendly slap on Videogames' back to announce his prescence.
Once he's facing the lion, he sends him a friendly grin and leans in. "Heyaheya, 'mister Just Abidemi!' Luck's on your side, because this here is Elysium territory! Yaaay!" He claps in mock childish glee, wide smile at odds with the dead, fish-like quality of his eyes. "Name's Lemy, nice'ta meet'cha! I can take you to camp, sure, but why'd you wanna go there? Looking to visit? Join?" He asks, head tilting in thought. With the whole gods ordeal, they can't blame him for being suspicious of some rando waltzing in, asking to see their camp.
Finally, he spots the duo, eyes singling out Videogames for a brief moment then traveling back to the newcomer. Lemy watches his movements as he converses with the serval, mouth twitching in amusement at the lion's rambles. It doesn't take a genius to notice that the lion was flustered, though Lemy couldn't piece together the reason. Still, he hops on over, aiming a friendly slap on Videogames' back to announce his prescence.
Once he's facing the lion, he sends him a friendly grin and leans in. "Heyaheya, 'mister Just Abidemi!' Luck's on your side, because this here is Elysium territory! Yaaay!" He claps in mock childish glee, wide smile at odds with the dead, fish-like quality of his eyes. "Name's Lemy, nice'ta meet'cha! I can take you to camp, sure, but why'd you wanna go there? Looking to visit? Join?" He asks, head tilting in thought. With the whole gods ordeal, they can't blame him for being suspicious of some rando waltzing in, asking to see their camp.