OPEN, JOINING [✧] AND WE'LL BE LOOKING FOR SUNLIGHT

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Being neither familiar with wolves nor dogs - the former was just natural, because in all honesty the only wolves that Miyu has seen were Nuc and Al... Valoma (question marks? No, no, it was Algoma - or maybe it was Valgoma ...), the former of which having had horns on his wolf form before he then turned into a tiny rage dragon not long after and the latter who had spoken only in literal whines and body language though somehow spelled her own name a whole lot better than Miyu did.

And Miyu had four letters.

... But in any case, being neither familiar with wolves nor dogs, Miyu couldn't tell the difference between a wolfdog and a legitimate wolf even if he squinted quite hard - so, when the felidae leader touches lightly down on the ground a bit in front of the stranger with his feetwings slowly slowing from their flapping fervor to deposit him onto stable footing after soaring over, Miyu merely tilts his head and choruses brightly amiably, 'Hey there! This is the Enterprise, business hours ... uh ... as long as you don't wake the kids up?'

After all, the Enterprise did have a lot of children. Miyu's really the Enterprise's bona fide teenage daycare worker.

'Anyway, what can I getcha?' the brown tabby continues amiably, fluffy tail swishing peaceably behind himself.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Truthfully, there had been quite a lot of doubletaking on Miyu's part when it originally came to seeing quiet constellation-gazing Yoh and then seeing him again the next day as always though suddenly with ram horns, but in the same way that Yoh had gotten accustomed to them ... Miyu had grown accustomed to simply seeing them.

Did that count as character development? Maybe not. Still, it was the principle of the thing.

So, either way - wings on his feet, horns on Yoh, a wolfdog ... Whatever made you you, right?

Miyu would've soaked up these wolfdog lessons like a sponge.

The brown tabby's yellow eyes almost visibly shine at the wolfdog's introduction and purpose, nodding immediately and cheering, 'You got it!' Miyu then tilts his head, ears flicking forth attentively at the rest of Romanpaw's concluding words, before he beams and dips his muzzle. 'No problem - definitely. It's awesome to meet you! Welcome, and make yourself at home here.' Then the brown tabby gives a peppy theatrical clear of his throat, grinning lightly and going on, 'I'm Miyu, the CEO - so, you know, if you see anything odd or you wanna know anything, I'm open!'

And ... onto more of the biggest things to know about the clan, he supposes. Miyu scuffs the ground with a white forepaw, ears now flattening against his skull. 'Just a head's up: we ... used to live in that big hospital over there,' he starts sheepishly, tail waving in the general direction of it, 'but it got overrun by ... mold. And so we can't anymore. And now we're kind of camping out around here until we can scout for a new - home.'

It seems that it'll be a long shot - after all, here, they had practically everything they needed. A forest where prey and herbs flourished, a convenient river with a footpath from the hospital leading straight up to it and ... the hospital itself. Filled with miscellaneous knickknacks and things to entertain yourself with, no day was ever boring.

But now -

'We have temporary shelters to at least keep out some of the cold - still, I hope you don't mind sleeping outdoors!' Miyu finishes with a final nod and a slightly tiredly chipper upward tilt of his mouth. To sum it up.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Miyu doesn't waste a second to flash a bright eye-smile to Romanpaw though his following laugh is a tad uneasy in regards to his own thoughts about the hospital and the subtly noticeable widening of Rome's eyes. It was uncomfortable, how used he'd gotten to sleeping within those doors practically swallowed in his wannabe nest, a mound composed of blankets scrounged from every inch of the hospital and pillows besides - it was just so discomfiting, how one day he'd thought himself to be the most (even if passively) twoleg-averse of all of them and yet now that they all had to find permanent solace outside of their former home's structure ...

Gah. Was this going to be a case of an entire change of heart? Was this just the starting point of a transformation? His entirely new metamorphosis? Oh god was he going to be rubbing himself adoringly against a twoleg's shins and pleasantly lapping at cream set out in front of the fireplace in a nice cat bowl --

One of the brown tabby's eyes twitch near indiscernibly at the thought, claws instinctively unsheathing to dig into the earth with horror, and to shake it off Miyu treks on, 'Alright, that's good! I mean, it can be a pretty rough change especially if you've been living indoors for a while, which a lot of us has ... I wouldn't blame you, in any case.' Unfortunately, any subtext is missed merely because of how common it is that animals generally sleep out in the wild anyway - maybe if he'd been just slightly sharper, then it wouldn't have been.

(Maybe this was going to be yet another case of 'if only he knew.')

'... Well, about the Enterprise!' Miyu begins brightly, bobbing his head. There were lots of things he felt were pretty important about the clan - ah, group. Clanmates just had a much better ring to it. 'You can count yourself as one of our staff! And, if you ever see her around - which I'm sure you will - Halfpaw's my executive! Like I said about myself earlier, you can hit the either of us - or, you know, anyone, really - with any questions that you've got.' Tilting his head with a light beam, Miyu asks lightly, 'Everything good so far?'
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Backstories were always so underrated in this day and age - no one really ever asked you what your family was like unless they were awkwardly initiating small talk or else it was a question-and-answer (or even alternatively a particularly meaningful meet and greet), and even then your answer would probably only be 'well, uh, they're okay' else 'why do you want to know?' or 'can we not talk about this?' and maybe even, finally, '... yes.'

Though there are the outliers with an actually happy backstory - one that Miyu could, probably predictably (what can he say, the Enterprise runs on happy faces), attest to, with the montage-like remembered flashes of sheer euphoria and sea salt-tinged breeze rolling through his fur, fanning it humorously back from his face alongside the experience of trying to scale a tree without branches don't do that if you're a cat and ever want to get back down - it was just that you never knew who had something rough up their sleeve. Anyone could. Honestly anyone.

It was a topic reserved for closer friends, even overall. After all, memories are heavy things. (That's rough, Rome.)

Miyu perks up at the chance of being able to elaborate more, because this is something that a lot of joiners may simply not question. Else, that they were really expected to pick up as they went along their days here - the convenience and efficiency of spilling it all now has the tomcat nodding exuberantly. 'Good question!' he cheers. 'I don't know how much of this you need to know right now, but most important stuff ... alright! Basically, treat others fairly, work with everyone else, uh, don't hurt anyone outside of spars and accidents, be ... mostly polite to visitors if they mean no harm ...'

The tomcat hesitates suddenly, frowning with slight thought, before grinning sheepishly and clarifying, 'Hold on - your name is Roman...paw! Were you in a clan before? Basically all the ways that we operate are the same, except the Enterprise is all about business and things!'

Miyu nods very decisively. Yes, you could definitely tell this from Miyu's very serious, CEO-like countenance. In fact, if you gave him a pen, he might even impressively write out Romanpaw's name like R0WunmPov v.

He's so cut out for business.

notes ah im really sorry for replying late to this toO! rip me
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Truthfully, right, a lot of the rules were rather dubious - after all, the generic ones were things along the lines of be respectful, be polite, be courteous, sharing is caring, think about others before you do things, treat others the way that you wanted to be treated ...

But everyone and their mothers knew that rules like that were probably going to be broken in ten seconds flat.

So, at the least, not only does Miyu's ad-libbing promote teamwork and friendship and happy sparkles as is the true Miyu Enterprise way, he also manages to make the rules sound just a taaad more sensible. Like, maybe, minutely. Moderately. YOu CAN'T JUST REFERENCE THE BOOK THIEF and expect not to get an enormous hug. And honestly, another pretty important rule was just don't kill your clanmates, but Miyu had figured that mentioning it might actually give people ideas. After all, you didn't normally kill other people, much less your acquaintances. So - it was a given.

... But, you know. Hopefully the no-injuries rule got that one across.

Miyu blinks but nods understandingly anyway at Rome's brief explanation, tilting his head to the side. 'Oh, okay,' he replies, then offers a little cat-shrug and smiles. 'Then, well, I'll do my best to condense everything! Ah ... other ranks here are the managers and clerks as well as the doctor. Basically, you should listen to them, but not in the way that you can't tell them when they're wrong about something. We used to have this thing where we'd sell things to other clans, but our stocks are now kind of ...' He shoots a little glance over his shoulder at the hospital before turning back to the wolfdog with a small awkward grin. 'Yep.'

And, what else can he talk about ... the tomcat's tail swishes behind him thoughtfully before he goes on, 'Now about other official things ... alright! In terms of loyalties and everything in any battles, the Enterprise is neutral; that means we won't go seeking out any clans for battle on purpose unless maybe they raided us first, remaining in equal favour with anticlans and proclans. This means we won't get as much privilege on either side, and this won't entirely exclude us from raids carried out by any of the more hostile anticlans, but we have our allies and they have theirs!

'Sometimes people from other clans will visit; either to give us gifts, brush up on alliances or to invite us to a party or something.' The brown tabby cocks his head to the side and beams. 'Halfpaw and I are the ones to approve party invitations, but everyone's pretty much always allowed to go to outings!'

Pondering for any other rules that would make sense to give and succinctly cover all the bases at the same time has much merit in that it actually does end in Miyu getting an idea - the feline lights up and tacks on, nodding importantly to Roman, 'Wait, wait, one last rule!' He pauses dramatically for effect, taking in a theatrical deep breath.

'... Whenever you say a bad word, you've gotta catch some freshkill for the swear jar.'

notes chronic inability to stoP Talking stop these hands they keep typing
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]It's pretty incredible, the ability to envision everyone in different situations no matter how unlikely they were with just with the knowledge of their personalities. For instance, you could take yourself and wonder what it'd be like if you were, say, a pickpocket that lived on the thrill of it - and just imagine you had a pickpocket gang. Pickpocketing was definitely wrong, but if it was something tied into necessity then Miyu could definitely see himself sprinting on the streets, hand whipping out seamlessly to subtly appropriate any purses or wallets while he kept racing off back to the base, happily hooting to himself over his sweet l00t.

Actually, he can imagine that just as much as you could also imagine Miyu then being apprehended by the police and his sidekick, Rome, taking a single look at him, the handcuffs in the police's hands, then pointing straight at Miyu and stating without even a second of hesitation except how long it took to point, 'he did it.'

What were friends for.

Thinking about it, Miyu wasn't the immediately combative type, either - he didn't start fights with just anyone. But if you took his lunch money or just lunch then he probably wouldn't even blink before getting a little physical. No one takes his Sora Dora the Explorer lunchbox. His mom gave him that. No one.

At the wolfdog's question, Miyu idly tilts his head back to think for a bit - was there anything else? There were the little things like wait for someone of authority to come by and approve alliances and things and there was also tidbits on everyone else here but those were easily things that Romanpaw could've learned alone (as were the other things that Miyu had already told him, really) plus there was a list of all the groups they were allied to ...

Hmm. Maybe they weren't that important just yet. Stop and smell the flowers, right?

'Pretty much!' he cheers, head lolling back to normal and nodding raptly. Miyu huffs a laugh, adding, 'Thank you, thank you, you've been a wonderful audience.' Aaand ... right, that was really it. Gasp, Miyu finished a whole monologue.

'Be seeing you around, then?' he concludes lightly, jokingly and shooting him a goofy happy smile. Sighs are not enough to dissuade the errant excitable Miyu - actually, it takes being a very stabhappy robot I mean what he just encapsulates everyone in his web of ridiculous inexplicable life filled with rainbows and unicorns. C'est la vie!

notes miyu, stuffing muse into his purse: 'i have to go home right now, immediately'
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