04-30-2020, 03:20 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
Octane and Caustic were the first to approach, and it didn't surprise him that Octane seemed to be the one doing most of the talking. Caustic was quiet enough all on his own, and now that he had someone who could fill the air with chatter for him? It only seemed natural that they'd fall into certain roles. Still, the proxy offered Caustic a little nod in greeting before he focused his attention on Octane, wondering what the other had to say. It didn't seem as though the daredevil had any suggestions for the scrapbook, but that was fine with him. He was sure he'd have more than enough for all of it by the end of his reminiscing, softhearted as he was. Chuckling a little bit when he heard Octane's question, he gestured one of his golden wings back at the ancient looking camera still sitting on his porch, "I have that for taking pictures, but it's very old. I'm not sure how much longer it'll actually work for me, to be honest... I guess I should be glad Selby told me to do this before I completely lost my ability to capture a few memories... if you'd like to try and take a picture of yourself, be my guest. Maybe you could even get one with Caustic." He felt slightly mischievous as he added on that last part, sure that the scientist would hate being dragged in for a selfie with Octane.
Looking towards Zora, Aurum found himself nodding when he heard her first words. All too important... he could definitely relate to that. He would probably keep this scrapbook under lock and key until his eventual death, just because of all the important things that were now plastered inside of its pages. When Zora moved on to suggest flowers from the territory, the lion felt a broad grin spread over his face, muttering with a firm nod, "Flowers! That's a great idea, Zora... I already have one pressed flower in there from my son, Roy, but I'm sure if I could find some more I could press them and put them in... give it a little more colorful pop, y'know?" Some of the flowers within the swamp were hardly fit for pressing, considering they were either horrendously hazardous or extremely damp, but he was sure he could find some in the forest that would be of use.
When Leroy approached, Aurum lifted a paw to wave at the wolfhound, a bit of a smile upon his muzzle. It was nice to see Leroy out and about more these days. Perhaps it had something to do with Crow finally coming out of his shell. Either way, it didn't surprise the angel that the wolfhound didn't have anything to give. The canine had never really struck him as the type to hold on to little sentimental trinkets, and if he was, he certainly didn't seem the type to give them away. However, his suggestion was sound, and Aurum mumbled as his one blue eye drifted in the direction of where the junkyard was, "You're right about that... the junkyard has a ton of stuff that is just sitting there. Maybe I could find something that is distinctly Tanglewood... or just looks nice, either way. I was actually thinking of maybe putting a shard of my mask in here. Not a large one, obviously, but just enough to always have the memory even if it gets snatched in battle by some bastard." He wasn't sure how many battles they'd really be having, given the fact that the Pitt wasn't a major threat anymore, but he preferred being safe to being sorry.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Looking towards Zora, Aurum found himself nodding when he heard her first words. All too important... he could definitely relate to that. He would probably keep this scrapbook under lock and key until his eventual death, just because of all the important things that were now plastered inside of its pages. When Zora moved on to suggest flowers from the territory, the lion felt a broad grin spread over his face, muttering with a firm nod, "Flowers! That's a great idea, Zora... I already have one pressed flower in there from my son, Roy, but I'm sure if I could find some more I could press them and put them in... give it a little more colorful pop, y'know?" Some of the flowers within the swamp were hardly fit for pressing, considering they were either horrendously hazardous or extremely damp, but he was sure he could find some in the forest that would be of use.
When Leroy approached, Aurum lifted a paw to wave at the wolfhound, a bit of a smile upon his muzzle. It was nice to see Leroy out and about more these days. Perhaps it had something to do with Crow finally coming out of his shell. Either way, it didn't surprise the angel that the wolfhound didn't have anything to give. The canine had never really struck him as the type to hold on to little sentimental trinkets, and if he was, he certainly didn't seem the type to give them away. However, his suggestion was sound, and Aurum mumbled as his one blue eye drifted in the direction of where the junkyard was, "You're right about that... the junkyard has a ton of stuff that is just sitting there. Maybe I could find something that is distinctly Tanglewood... or just looks nice, either way. I was actually thinking of maybe putting a shard of my mask in here. Not a large one, obviously, but just enough to always have the memory even if it gets snatched in battle by some bastard." He wasn't sure how many battles they'd really be having, given the fact that the Pitt wasn't a major threat anymore, but he preferred being safe to being sorry.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan