10-28-2020, 12:00 AM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
He was late to a rather exciting event, it seemed. The soothsayer generally tried to avoid politics, never really seeing them as his area to worry about. After all, he was a healer. He healed those within The Typhoon and kept them safe, which usually involved disliking other groups, since they had a tendency to hurt his friends. One such group that had done exactly that was The Pitt, who had not only injured many of The Typhoon's members in the past, but had also probably heaped an enormous helping of trauma upon his cousin in the past. That alone was enough to make him furious, and leave him reluctant to engage in any politics that involved any one of their members, former or otherwise. Despite this, Roan still found himself padding over, expression slightly grim and blue gaze narrowly focused upon Bai Shi. He knew that soothsayer was an important position within the group, and that it practically meant that he was an assistant deputy – which also meant that it was important to be involved in the politics, whether he liked it or not. At least he wasn't deputy, like his mama was. She would have to worry about far more now, as well as in the future, when she was captain.
The presence of Wuyi was the only thing that kept Roan from immediately snapping at Bai Shi, showing a level of restraint that Aphra obviously didn't possess. He found himself rolling his eyes at her behavior, a sigh leaving him as he came to sit beside Goldie. Turning his attention back to Bai Shi, he resolved not to snap or lash out, not wanting a repeat of the last political event he had been involved in, the gathering. Instead, he just spoke calmly, although his tone was obviously full of contempt, "I doubt that anyone here would be eager to receive help from you, Bai Shi. Coming here and inviting us to little events won't heal the numerous wounds that your former group inflicted upon us. Wounds that you no doubt stood by and watched, not caring who was hurt, as long as it wasn't you." The events of the war against the Pitt had technically taken place before Roan was born, but that didn't mean he didn't know of them. He had heard the horror stories, and he had seen the deep scars that had been left on all of the groups involved, as well as on their members. It was enough to make his blood boil, outraged that Bai Shi thought he could patch things up through a simple bonfire.
Not wanting to let himself drift into his anger again, Roan tore his gaze away from Bai Shi, instead focusing on the child that was present. At least xe looked as though xe was happy, and healthy. That was more than the medic had expected from a former Pittian, if he were to be entirely honest. Taking a deep breath inward, he cleared his throat before introducing himself, "Hello there, Wuyi. My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux, and I'm the soothsayer around here. A medic. I'm glad that you find the Typhoon's territory to be to your liking." He gave xyr a tired little smile after speaking, choosing not to comment on the whole friends thing. That was up to Goldie, and he wasn't getting involved.
The presence of Wuyi was the only thing that kept Roan from immediately snapping at Bai Shi, showing a level of restraint that Aphra obviously didn't possess. He found himself rolling his eyes at her behavior, a sigh leaving him as he came to sit beside Goldie. Turning his attention back to Bai Shi, he resolved not to snap or lash out, not wanting a repeat of the last political event he had been involved in, the gathering. Instead, he just spoke calmly, although his tone was obviously full of contempt, "I doubt that anyone here would be eager to receive help from you, Bai Shi. Coming here and inviting us to little events won't heal the numerous wounds that your former group inflicted upon us. Wounds that you no doubt stood by and watched, not caring who was hurt, as long as it wasn't you." The events of the war against the Pitt had technically taken place before Roan was born, but that didn't mean he didn't know of them. He had heard the horror stories, and he had seen the deep scars that had been left on all of the groups involved, as well as on their members. It was enough to make his blood boil, outraged that Bai Shi thought he could patch things up through a simple bonfire.
Not wanting to let himself drift into his anger again, Roan tore his gaze away from Bai Shi, instead focusing on the child that was present. At least xe looked as though xe was happy, and healthy. That was more than the medic had expected from a former Pittian, if he were to be entirely honest. Taking a deep breath inward, he cleared his throat before introducing himself, "Hello there, Wuyi. My name is Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux, and I'm the soothsayer around here. A medic. I'm glad that you find the Typhoon's territory to be to your liking." He gave xyr a tired little smile after speaking, choosing not to comment on the whole friends thing. That was up to Goldie, and he wasn't getting involved.
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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