RAIN ON MY FACE | OPEN, LEADERSHIP CLASS

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    Pfft, she could host this, right? She's led thrice. Not a problem. "HEY AGENTS! WHO WANTS A GOOD OLD CLASS ON HOW TO LEAD, MM?!" she called in her deafening Ms. O voice. Ha, she wondered what Saturnine would say. Probably say she wasn't fit to host a class on leading. She snickered at the thought. Man she missed poking fun at him, even though was a huge-ass kraken.

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    Hendrix had never heard of a leadership class before, so the large wolf came over out of curiousity, his face blank. Resting beside his clanmate, giving her a nod, and relaxed his shoulders. "Never heard of this before, but I'll join."



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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 10]Leadership can't truly be taught. Yes, you can point others in the right direction on how to lead, but it all falls on the individual in the end. Whether they be good or bad, everyone's leadership is different. Of course, the least qualified person to be holding such a class (in Wolfgang's opinion) is Oprah. Like a mere child knows how to be a leader. She she may have led the same clan three times, but that's one out of countless others with different rules and different members. Perhaps the clan was so desperate they needed a kid to lead them. The blond huffs as he thinks this and pads over, coming up and sitting a few inches away from Hendrix. "I don't need any class for something like this, but knock yourself out in trying to teach others," he sneers with a thump of his tail against the ground.


    yes, such great leader

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    She raised a metaphorical eyebrow. Well, if that was what he thought, then so be it. Shrugging, she would begin. "All right. Now, first off. The fact that I am a fucking child. Yes, I swear, so what?" She rolled her eyes. "Anyone can lead regardless of age. So anyone who says that a child can't lead deserves to be dragged out in the street and shot. I would have done that to pretty much everyone ever that's disregarded me as such. Even Saturnine, if he weren't a huge-ass kraken." She chuckled. Ah, she missed poking the bear. That had been fun.


    "Now, a leader needs strength, courage, and intelligence. You cannot have a cowardly leader run a Clan, let alone an inexperienced one." She huffed. "And if you are cowardly, take lessons from someone who has experience.


    "Questions?"

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    "So, summary: Run and scream from spiders." Mercy gave a sarcastic grin to Oprah as she padded up. She didn't care to be a leader, no interest whatever. But she liked the idea she was creating.

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    She rolled her eyes. "If you're that stupid to be implying that, then yes." Honestly, no one took her seriously. It pissed her off.

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    Hesteroth shrugged. "What you say makes since, not that your a kid. I'm not dumb, it's called sarcasm. I don't believe leaders should be stuck up all the time, either." she replied. If the kid wanted to be a leader, getting mad over this wasn't the best thing, in her opinion.

    Hendrix resist the temptation to roll his eyes at Wolfgang's commentary, eyes leering over to Oprah as she spoke. She was quite a strong, and he couldn't help wondering who was her parents, which may have an even scarier result. To be completely honest, he dazed out a bit as her and Hesteroth went back and forth. Feeling tension, the large male shook his head. "Relax, please," Hendrix spoke, his gaze placed upon Oprah. "I'm sure everyone has their own definitions of what a leader is, which is why everyone of them is different." He could feel that Oprah was a bit uneasy and sensitive about her being the whole child thing, which he understood to a point. Must be hard, knowing that.



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    She nodded. "Yes, yes, of course, Hendrix. And of course, you cannot be too pompous. Oh, and yes...public speaking. I've taught many a Clanmate about public speaking. A lot of people do wonderful in it. Others need practice. Even a stutterer can hold meetings and make decisions with no problem." God, it was like she was drunk, and going all over the place here.

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