Late. So late. It's nothing to get upset over such a little thing. Meetings are important, though. To inform the members of the place and come together. Orange eyes flutter close as the demon stands in the center of his room. Okay. Okay. Nobody's going to get mad, right? But he can't think how Duchess had a strict schedule on when meetings were held and stuck to them. Hell, she even did one early. Him? Probably a bad leader taking a long time to do a simple thing. Deadboy gives himself a shake and exits is room, giving short greetings to those here and there, then comes to a stop in the middle of the dining room. For a few minutes he stays there, observing those to past by and clears his throat which catches some attention. The ebony hued serval sniffs and smiles a little. "Gather for a meeting." The call is loud enough to be heard by those close by and he pauses. Once a few npcs come to a stop and gaze at him expectantly is when he goes on. "First off I'd like to say thank you Araceli. It's for you being around when a good portion of everyone else vanished." While it's been some time since he last saw the fox he still wanted to put it out there. In case she heard his words. "It, uh, goes to Ves as well." He knows her mother, Laita (Latia? Shit, he can't remember.), hasn't been visible as of late. Perhaps some acknowledgement of others will help her out. "A welcome to Micha and Haiiro. Glad to have you two. Micha, it's nice to see you getting around despite joining as of late. Thank you."
Deadboy shifts until he's resting on his haunches and glances from side to side. "There are no promotions this week, but I can see a few earning one in the future." Did he have plans on promotions if he liked what he saw? Of course. "We're now allies of the Blackheart Rogues and the District. I don't know if I've said it before, but go show them some compassion." Speaking of that. "Ambassadors for allies are still needed. Westeros, the Rift, HawkClan, the District and the Blackheart Rogues. I need to talk to ShadowClan's leader since we were dropped without warning, so don't go near them right now, please." Is that it? Something at the back of his mind is nagging him, but if he has to add more then he can always to that.
Micha had been making small conversation with another one of the members when the meeting was called. Luckily he did not have to travel far as the petite creature was already in the dining room. Setting aside the small sparrow he had been politely eating, Micha turned his hooded face up towards their Crown. The ebony coloured feline looked as wavy as ever in Micha's 'vision' indicating that he was perhaps tired... or maybe a little nervous? When he smiled though, Micha returned it. His own pink lips pulling upwards in delight.
And then he started the meeting. Deadboy's voice was level and Micha found the tone to be soothing. The Crown methodically brought those around him up to speed, speaking of allies, enemies and members alike. Micha blushed deeply when his name was mentioned, ducking his head. He positively glowed under the attention. "Well done Ves," he murmured, sure that his young friend would be close enough to hear him. As the Crown rounded off with talks of ambassadors, Micha thought long and hard. He didn't particularly want to leave The Sanctum walls. He felt incredibly safe within them with his new friends... However, he was never going to find his brother if he stayed here forever. Perhaps it would be best if he had the opportunity to go elsewhere? It was an incredibly foolish idea to put himself in that position and yet he must.
"I can be the ambassador for the Blackheart Rogues," Micha called out, raising his voice above the silent heads of the crowd. He flushed afterwards, embarrassed to have brought attention upon himself.
♥ ― Ara hurried over, taking a seat in the back as usual. She had just settled down when Deadboy--quite unexpectedly--calls out her name, and she snaps to attention. "Ah, you're very much welcome!" she calls out; she knew nothing else to say to such a thing. It seemed nothing to her, really--the Sanctum was her home, and she intended to do her best, for it and for her clanmates. The fox relaxes, taking in the rest of the information.
New allies, and a loss of one. ShadowClan dropped them? Odd, but she wasn't all that concerned about it. "Er, I can go to Westeros, as ambassador," she offers quietly.