I SAID HELLO SATAN | TAKEOVER+MEETING

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

For the call to go out, without his own voice, nor Kydobi's -- it was a sign of a curious change.  One the vulpine would watch, study.  Quietly, the faerie rose to his paws, moving through the crowd without a word; the steady Vicar.  Hazel eyes glinted, narrowed thoughtfully on the creature standing where a jaguar once stood.

Silent had decided he would take the reins then; forcibly.  Very well.  It is not as though Gael had never seen such a thing before.  History oft repeated the same patterns -- he felt more inclined to test the waters and see what sort of Pitt Silent craved to run, rather than offer any protest.

The truth of it was, Gael did not care if the Pitt were vengeful or peaceful -- Aine mattered the most.  He had seen what becoming placid, sitting ducks, could do to a nation and he did not want it to happen here.

Goldenluxury had chosen Kydobi for them, Gael had stood beside him, because they were comrades, but the vulpine would stand beside another, if it meant protecting their people.  If it meant truly protecting them -- they would never seen their home aflame again.

He knew the jaguar had been biding his time, but time could only buy him so much.  Unfortunate but it seemed all it bought him was a place in Gael's memory, as all too many of his comrades did -- the curse of a long life.  Very well.

The Vicar inclined his head -- Silent had his backing this day.  They would keep it too, so long as they ensured the Pitt would stand strong, that it could protect its people.

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / vicar / lamby