WHO WE ARE | MEETING 6/30

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    A meeting on time or, at least, earlier than last time and he can't but feel relieved. Some things happened here and there, stuff he rather not think about, and let's out a soft hum. Let's get started, shall we? Deadboy ambles outside and into the royal-like garden, enjoying the nice breeze and how it's cooler today. Nothing better than holding a meeting outside right? "All right everyone, gather for a meeting!" Comes the loud albeit calm call as he stands in front of the doorway leading inside to the mansion before he takes a step back. After he settles next to the fountain and a few NPCs gather around is when he starts. "First, I'd like to say a welcome to Kael, Vagabond, Dimitri, and Soap. Make sure they feel at home and help them out if they ask for it." Would he hand out punishments if no one did? Probably not since it wasn't in his nature, but it's okay. The black serval gives himself a small shake and continues on. "Now, we need someone skilled in the medical field and I've noticed one of our members happens to be interested in herbs. We don't have any fully trained medics, but we can go to an ally and as for help on this." A pause and eyes scan the crowd for a specific face. "Ves, if you want to, I'd like for you to be our medic trainee. Like I suh-said before we can go to an ally to assist in your training. If you take it." (What was with that stutter at said?) A small smile is offered to the swift fox and goes back to looking through the bodies gathered. "Micha and Araceli both of you are promoted to Newbloods. I would have offered the option of Blackblood or Blueblood, but I didn't know if it would be too much. Keep up the good work, though, and you'll see yourselves potentially have the option to pick between the two."

    For some odd reason it feels like a little stress is relieved from his shoulder. Perhaps having some semi-high positions and soon-to-be high positions makes the work load seem less overwhelming with help from others. "We're still deciding on what the badge looks like, so check the summary for the link." The demon goes quiet for a few minutes to let it all sink in. A lot of information and there's still a bit left to do. "The Rift is under a new reign by someone by the name of Cyrus. I would appreciate it if someone sent a sort of congratulation to them and see how they're holding up. I've also heard of rumors that Ace of Westeros has fled his duty of King over there and I'm going to see who it is. Araceli, I know you're the ambassador to them but I want for you to wait until I give the OK to go check up on them if we're still allies." So much words. Part of him wants to wheeze, but this is the last bit. "It's quite some time since we've done something like this. Weekly tasks. I've also heard of weekly prompts we can do instead. Which would you prefer to do?" It's all for now and is waiting for responses to his words and question.

    /summary and pre-hysteria thread/

    - welcome kael, vagabond, dimitri, and soap! i'm sure i already told y'all that if you need anything then feel free to send a convo. it's great to have y'all here. ♥
    - ves is promoted to medic trainee!
    - micha and araceli are promoted to newblood!
    - still deciding on what the badge should look like, so go pitch your ideas here
    - the rift has a new leader change and db need someone to go see how they're doing

    - there are rumors of the previous king of westeros fled, so db's going to check it out
    - weekly tasks or weekly prompts, fam!? which would you prefer to do?

    ♥ ― //Ahh, I just made a thread over in Westeros to announce Ara being their ambassador.... :-\ ah well


    Ara, it seemed, was the first to approach, hearing the call from where she'd been working in her secluded garden. She dutifully took a seat, closing her eyes to relax and enjoy the fresh scent of the flowers. The dirt on her paws made her feel a bit self-conscious, but hopefully no one would notice. Her eyes flew open, though, at the mention of her own name, and quite abruptly she is fully alert. "Ah, t-thank you!" she calls out, stammering a little in her sudden nervousness. Her? A Newblood? She'd never expected quite a honor, though it wasn't really all that unexpected in light of all that she'd done here. The swift fox listens intently as he continues on, making note of the announcements. New leadership in the Rift, and apparently the same in Westeros. Strange, that--she hadn't heard anything of it during her visit there. "I like the sound of both," she added, about the last piece of news. "Maybe host them on alternating weeks?"



    Green-leaf was truly in full swing, the beautiful shine of the sun warmed his white scaled hide. Relaxing on his favourite blanket in the gardens, Micha was surprised to see Deadboy step out and onto the steps. Another meeting? Or had he just come to enjoy the sun as well. Since their last conversation Micha had still not become anymore uncertain about the Crown's eating habits. He still worried for the other male frequently. It was good to see that the rest of the group was grown stronger. He bobbed his head at Araceli as she arrived. The female fox smelled sweetly of the flowers she tended. Micha made a note to go and join the other member at some point. He too was fond of their royal gardens.


    It seemed that Deadboy was indeed going to be holding a meeting. Settling in to watch the leader, the petite creature rested his head down on his front hands. The warmth of the sun had made him sleepy and though he was doing his best, some of the content of the meeting was going a little over his head. Deadboy welcomed the new members and promoted Effervescence to medic trainee, for which Micha cheered "w-well done Ves!" he would call with the others. And then Araceli and himself were also promoted. Surprise crossed his face, he had not expected any such honor; "w-well done Araceli!" he managed to get out, looking over at his clan member with a smile. "And thank you Deadboy, I don't deserve it but I w-will do m-my best..."


    Though it was a surprise for himself, it clearly looked to be a relief for the Crown. Perhaps having the three of them to support the leader would enable him to relax a little? Maybe Micha would try to speak to the other afterwards and see how he was holding up. The critter stretched on his blanket as he listened to the rest of the notices. He would need to make a journey to announce that he was the Ambassador of the Blackheart Rogues... fear spiked through him at the thought of leaving the safety of the Sanctum walls, but it would need to be done.


    //I'm happy with tasks or prompts, no preference from this indecisive person hehehe <3

    Ves had been inside studying another book, this time on medicines and medical plants she could use. 'What do you do if someone has stopped breathing?' She had to think about this one."You start CPR!" 'Correct.' Waiting for the next question, she was interrupted by the sound of a meeting. Crawling out of her little cubby hole, the pup raced over outside towards her friends. If Mister Deadboy had called a meeting in such short time there had to be news.


    Listening closely with watchful eyes, Ves awaited the news from her leader. The pup wondered what information he would give this time, and was quite excited. 'Sit down and stay still.' A bit embarrassed by her friend's comment, all of her past emotions were washed away by the announcement of her promotion to a Medic Trainee. "I'd love to be a medic!" She was bursting with joy over this. Her friends had gotten promotions too. "Great job guys!" She didn't care how loud she was, this was Ves we're talking about.


    ☼ Unfamiliar names. Dror emerged from the cool shade of the mansion's interior, his pink gaze wandering about the gardens beyond, still not used to the wondrous scenery, as he padded gently toward the location of the meeting. He had yet to become acquainted with the creature that each title belonged to, but he murmured the softest of "congratulations" to the promoted members as he settled down upon the steps, his eyes shifting to who seemed to be the seat of authority in this meeting: Deadboy. His white fur, thin, almost sickly, blended into the aged wood. Except for the spots.