Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. - Meeting 5/21

[– 2D]

[align=center]

[table][tr]
[td]

[/td]
[td]

[/td]
[td]

[/td]
[/tr][/table]

Hearing the call of someone asking all of Elysium to gather that distinctly wasn't Rin was... odd, to say the least. Although 2D had not yet been present for a full fledged official meeting, he had still been around long enough for Rin to tell them to gather. However, Cooper wasn't Rin, and as far as the serval was aware, Rin hadn't chosen a deputy type or anything either. Confusion gleaming in his deep black eyes, the long legged feline found himself padding up shortly after Alastor, sitting down to listen to the news. So Rin was temporarily stepping down? He supposed that made sense, considering what he had heard she had just gone through, yet the male still found a worried frown tugging at his muzzle. What if Rin never returned to her position? Was she going to be okay? Was there some way he could help? Nervous thoughts churned in the singer"# head, so overwhelming he almost missed the majority of the news that Cooper was delivering. The exile of Caesar was of note to 2D, considering he hadn't been around for Rin's attack, but he trusted her judgement. After all, this place was all about justice, and he didn't think they would throw that all away just to toss one guy out. It was a little disappointing, considering 2D had been hoping to make a friend of the brightly colored feline, but if Caesar was in the habit of attacking people... perhaps it was for the best that he wouldn't be around any longer.

The next thing to come up was demotions. The demotion of Mistrim made sense, considering 2D hadn't even seen the female since he had first joined the mountain dwelling group. However, the more surprising part was that he was promoted. To decurion. The serval found himself blinking a coupe of times, an open expression of surprise upon the male's face. He had been around quite a bit as of late, but to say he was expecting anything like this would've been a huge overstatement. He had always figured promotions within these groups were just for big personalities that were cutthroat enough to get to the top. Still, he was glad to be wrong. A little grin came to the male's muzzle as he focused his dark gaze on Cooper, saying cheerfully, "Fank you! M'really 'onored y'fought of me... I'll be fine with meetin' up later!" He wasn't exactly sure what his new position in the group hierarchy would entail, but he was sure he would find out after his conversation with Cooper. The entire exchange filled the young serval with both a jittering feeling of excitement, as well as a healthy mix of nervousness – he wanted to do a good job, of course.

After that came welcomes, as well as a bit of information from Cooper's own perspective. 2D found himself simply nodding along with most of it, taking it all in. He was glad that the festival had gone off mostly positively, even with the rather unpleasant ending to it all. When he heard Cooper speaking about sending things to those that had attended, he found himself sinking his claws in and out of the ground before he spoke, "I might be able t'bring somefink to someone... once we're ready to." He didn't exactly have great self defense or healing skills, but he was enough of a traveler in the past with Murdoc in order to know how to get to places quickly, and with as few hitches as possible.

2d