21 SHOTS TO YOUR GRILL :: joining

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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so the newcomer, blackjack venturo, seemed to mean no harm. jormungand's swipe of his tongue was mirrored by the other, and his optics lingered on the rough dorsum and the forked tip of the reptilian tongue, albeit briefly. bonnie seemed to relax slightly after he arrived, he was glad to see that. no need for any newcomer to put any of his pittians in a state where they couldn't think properly for himself. the skald shook his shoulders out, enjoying the way the bones rubbed against one another, deliberately waiting to answer.

blackjack's voice was soothing, a light spanish accent could be detected that apparently did bonnie wonders. the poor girl probably even think for herself in the newcomer's presence. he turned over to face her and murmured into her ear, allowing his own honeyed italian accent to help the words flow smoother: "hey bonnie, why don't you run back to camp and get olalla? i'm quite high up in ranks but there's only so much i can do. plus, i don't think you can really think straight right now." she was young and inexperienced with facing newcomers, she was fairly new to the pitt herself.

he returned his gaze back to blackjack, allowing a lazy smile to form onto his maw. "so, blackjack.." he begun, taking a few steps forwards slowly, tail swishing in a calming manner, making his shadows pool around him harmlessly - best not to come off threatening until he knew for sure the other's intentions. he let his orbs wander over blackjack's horns, analysing, studying his body, making mental notes on the color, each scar. "now blackjack, i may only be a skald but to me you seem alright, and yes, we are taking newcomers. hello... oscuro. you are welcome too." there. then and there the tension that was hanging thick in the air was cleared. now all he could do was wait until either the high and mighty olalla himself came or something else interesting happened that had to catch his attention.

to be certain that blackjack had the correct vision of what the fuck he actually was joining, jormungand continued on: "how much do you know about us?" because the pitt wasn't something for lazy losers who just did fuck all all day. jor really hoped the pitt was someplace that blackjack had in mind, because he did seem like an interesting character and the pitt could always use more muscle.

#psychosocial.