03-17-2020, 08:45 PM
When Beck armed those traps all the way back in 2018, he likely didn't know how relevant they'd still be years later. Time and time again, unwary strangers and potential joiners alike found themselves ensnared by the devious devices, which were ironically meant for fending off those who posed a threat to Tanglewood's wellbeing. As dumb luck would have it, the ratio of friendly individuals getting captured to enemies getting captured was greatly unbalanced; like, Leroy wasn't good at math or anything, but that shit must've been around a hundred-to-one or something. Yet, despite their inefficiency, the traps would not meet their undoing any time soon, especially with the new political climate that the general had delved his group into.
Caustic and Aurum were already on the scene, which was no surprise to the wolfhound. What was a surprise, though, was the outsider's rather peculiar pelt colour. The search he conducted through his mind to recall the name of the cat breed that had green fur garnered nil results, so this fellow must've really been exotic. That, or he was just a giant hairy booger with legs.
"Yain't really one of 'em, though," he says briskly, finishing the hysterical stranger's sentence for him. "Yain't 'pirate material', which is why ya left. Now, seein' that we and the pirates see eye-to-eye on basically every topic there is, I'm sorta intrigued by your existence here." The weirdo's voice echoed hymns of youth, Leroy had noticed. The young were, more often than not, terribly naive; and this boy wasn't any exception. Being naive in this particular environment came as a hazard (as evident by the predicament the booger had found himself in), so the canine was hesitant on letting the individual go immediately. "Before we letcha free, I got some questions to ask ya - just to be formal, ya know?"
"Firstly, d'ya know where ya are, boy?"
Caustic and Aurum were already on the scene, which was no surprise to the wolfhound. What was a surprise, though, was the outsider's rather peculiar pelt colour. The search he conducted through his mind to recall the name of the cat breed that had green fur garnered nil results, so this fellow must've really been exotic. That, or he was just a giant hairy booger with legs.
"Yain't really one of 'em, though," he says briskly, finishing the hysterical stranger's sentence for him. "Yain't 'pirate material', which is why ya left. Now, seein' that we and the pirates see eye-to-eye on basically every topic there is, I'm sorta intrigued by your existence here." The weirdo's voice echoed hymns of youth, Leroy had noticed. The young were, more often than not, terribly naive; and this boy wasn't any exception. Being naive in this particular environment came as a hazard (as evident by the predicament the booger had found himself in), so the canine was hesitant on letting the individual go immediately. "Before we letcha free, I got some questions to ask ya - just to be formal, ya know?"
"Firstly, d'ya know where ya are, boy?"