all i see now are distant drumlins // open, captive

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    and this chaos, it defies imagination

    This one seemed a little bit older than the others they had brought in, but no matter, Zedekiah was sure that he would be able to sway the mind. The lithe wolf may not have the brawn to back up his claim as the leader of the Gang, but he was charismatic and had a gift for words--along with a sense of steely determination that what he was doing was right. The albino gently attempted to put Saitama down on the ground in front of the Exiles home, an abandoned mall. Was it a sort of kindness, letting the young feline go? Or something else? Well, Zed would leave it up to him.

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    SAITAMA L.C.

    Saitama put up no struggle while in Zedekiah's grasp, swinging limply from the scruff of his neck before being placed rather carefully on the ground. He made no move to escape once freed, instead opting to take in his surroundings with a dull curiosity, eyes bleary and unfocused. He didn't seem particularly panicked, as far as kidnapping victims usually went. He was more confused than anything.


    He had never seen this place before, nor anything like it- the human architecture, the sheer size of the structure, it was foreign to him. He let out a small hum of acknowledgement, then turned his attention to his theoretical kidnapper (could you really be kidnapped when your parents are already absent and you don't particularly have a home to be kidnapped from, he wondered). Saitama was seemingly surprised that Zedekiah was still there and, more importantly, that he hadn't tried to eat him yet. "Eh? What gives?" The young half-demon's voice was high-pitched with youth, but was otherwise fairly monotone and flat.


    and this chaos, it defies imagination

    // omg it him

    Some of the captures reacted violently to the fact that they had been kidnapped. They lashed out and tried to escape and kept on trying to escape. He'd let those go--they were of no use if they were not wholly devoted to what he offered them. Yes, he didn't spare much effort reclaiming lost sheep outside of killing them to tie up loose ends. This one--this one seemed to be outside that group. The albino let out a pleased hum as he observed the young cat look around, see where he had been brought to. No words, not yet. Perhaps he was more curious than shocked and startled as some of the others had been.

    When Saitama finally turned to him and offered that inquiry, Zedekiah tilted his head slightly. "This is your new home, should you choose it to be," he stated flatly. "I rescued you from the corrupt clanlands." That was the simple truth--he was giving them the option of a better life. There was a jerk of his chin towards the mall. His words were quite soft, unaggressive, sometimes quiet enough so that one had to strain to listen to it. "Would you like to see where you stay?"

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    SAITAMA L.C.

    Corrupt clanlands? Saitama's expression almost changed, his brow knitting for a moment as he mulled this statement over.

    Huh. He was never really interested in politics and rarely took the time to examine what the adults around him did. Was there some sort of scandal going on? There certainly hadn't been any wars or anything, not in his small clan.

    Or maybe there were, actually. Maybe he'd dodged a draft or something.


    Was he a war prisoner now? That sounded kind of exciting, if not a bit troublesome.


    "Do you have food?" This was Saitama's sole question. He seemed to only be half-listening. "I mean, not in general, but right now. I haven't eaten since this morning." He was already edging toward the mall, stumbling a bit when he stood. Being carried for such a long time had thrown off his balance a bit.


    and this chaos, it defies imagination

    With his three captures and the additions of the Gang, he was half tempted to think that this was the most populous the Exiles had been in quite some time. He wasn't exactly doing all of this for the Exiles' benefit, truth to be told, not with their current hierarchy. With the influx of former Clanners into the group, the ranks had taken on a pomp and ceremony and ornateness that needed to be stripped and excised and removed like some malignant tumor.

    Zed was preparing a response should he be asked about the topic he had just mentioned and kept quiet as he waited for Saitama's words--and he was pleasantly surprised that the inquiry was so mundane. None of that what do you mean, corrupted Clanlands? or other similar questions of that vein. "Of course. Come alone--there's plenty of food," the albino returned with a small nod. He began to head towards the mall, tossing a glance over his shoulder and waiting for a moment to see if Saitama was following.

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    ▼ BENJI| BEN| OAKLEY ▼

    FEELING YOUR COLD DEAD EYES, STEALING THE LIFE OF MINE

    The maleslithered onto the scene. Spotting a new captured person. Though he stayed back, not speaking. He was more interested in watching for right now.

    Created by Elfie

    YOUNG AND ANGRY WITH EVERY RIGHT TO BE

    Once again Kuro didn't understand what the fuck was going on. The black panther would rather beat the crap out of this guy than have him join the Exiles, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. A glare was sent towards Zed, but his gazed showed nothing more than disinterest as it traveled over to Saitama. Fucking prick, he'd probably leave once he'd eaten all of the good stuff, and then they'd have a clan raiding them for no damn reason. The fuck was this supposed to be, the Exiles was not a daycare. With a huff, Kuro followed the captor and captive, his yellow green eyes narrowed. If this guy tried anything funny, the panther wanted to be the first to strike.


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