SUBJECTS OF YMIR — MEETING

*:??? Henny didn't understand the point of meetings. The nice lady stood on a rock and said names and a few other things. He was aware that they were announcements, but for the time being, most didn't bother him. Politics were something he avoided getting into, and other than having his name called in the last gathering, he didn't have much to do other that exhaust an overused hooray.

However, the youth was not selfish or unkind, nor was he about to give up a chance for some valuable knowledge. The announcement for a party seemed like a good idea to get himself checked into the nicer side of clan friendships. Clan- the word still seemed foreign to him. It was as if it was only yesterday that he was with hims mother and no one else. Dwelling on the fact that the night's activities of dreaming had sparked another run-in with his now dead mama, he waited patiently for the others to arrive and for the bulk of the notices to be said.

"Speech."

Wow, shit. He was real fucking late considering the amount of creatures already gathered at the scene. Hurrying along, the three tailed kitsune would seat himself quite promptly next to his brother before scanning the crowd for familiar faces, particularly Andraste. Instead, he found another pale creature, Fadingmoon, if he caught her eye, he would offer her a smile of greeting before turning his attention back to his mother.

This clan had always been massive, and it continued to be so. His thoughts would turn to the good old days briefly, but he'd return to the present. He didn't particularly like thinking about his days of Chase, as he was still suffering from it. With a neutral expression, the dark creature would lumber over, and take a seat by himself. Interaction was such a drag for him to even consider and besides, he only wanted to listen here anyway.

A rather long meeting today, yet, Lottie found it was filled with nothing but good things- more or less. Surely there were the activity reminders, but they were ones of good faith- Lottie knew that they could come back into the swing of things without a hitch, and could only smile for once as names were called for promotions and shout outs. She was proud, of course, to hear Imperia earning the Cleric Title- and proud to hear that one so young had been able to help the clan and be offered the position of Paladin Trainee. They were all good things. Lastly, of course, was the deputy. It had been a shame to hear what had happened to WitchCraft. It was no easy thing to swallow, murder, but her attention had been perked as she awaited to hear the name of the new Deputy: Beck. It was of slight surprise to the Head Medic to hear his name called- not, of course, that she didn't think he was capable. She knew he was, but rather, she knew more the prankster side of Beck and, despite knowing that he would do well, she couldn't help but think back to the prank he had pulled recently on Jersey, trying to fight a laugh as she rose her voice up. "Congratulations!"

*:??? Again, his name was called? He understood the words, yes, but he didn't realize much of it's importance. Twinkit was promoted to being a Paladin Trainee, a rank that Hennessy couldn't yet determine his interest in. Sure, it would be cool to have a higher rank, but that just meant all the same to Henny with playing with his neighboors and greeting the newbies.

As he listened to the list of people whose name was called, he nearly had to hold back a guffaw when Beck's name was called to be a deputy. Wasn't deputy the title that one held as the second-in-hand to the nice lady on the rock? At least, that was what his books about the World Wars said. Imagine the pessimistic Becky being the deputy - it spelled disaster if he was to go to any political scenes. Though, Hennessy guessed the other clans could just accept alliance offers just to get rid of the guy.

The other promotions and shoutouts issued a congratulations in order, though. With a smile albeit the frequently uttered word, Hennessy cheered along with the clan. "Congrats!"

"Speech."

Illya smiled at Pris when she sat next to him and listened quietly, surprised when Beck was made deputy. His ears flattened slightly at the name, as he didn't really have a good... Experience with the boy. Grunting though, he forced himself to say a quick: "Congratulations."

Promotions, demotions, shoutouts, mostly good things. Jerseyboy agreed with pretty much all of them. Damn, the amount of high positions was constantly increasing. How could Sweetophelia even keep track of them all? If he even began to do so, he'd probably get a fucking headache.

Ah, now for the moment of truth: deputy. He knew that one of the paladin commanders would have to step up eventually, and his money was on Aleksei. Besides the fact that he was Sweet's own damn son, he didn't sit on his ass all day like him. He handled things pretty well, despite the fact that the kid had a temper. Jerseyboy watched the lioness as she made her decision, and it looked like he had lost his own bet. Beck? The tuxedo tom hung his head slightly and pressed a paw onto his temple. You've gotta' be fuckin' kidding me. That little shitstain was his superior now? Jerseyboy felt irritation bubble up inside of him. Being deputy took a lot of responsibility, and he could see that, but there was no telling if Beck would actually take his new position seriously. He pranked people, insulted people, and was just a goddamn nuisance. At least Aleksei had a higher level of maturity than Beck, whereas with Beck as his superior, he'd probably order him to do the stupidest shit- which he wouldn't. Being a higher rank didn't make him better than anyone else, and it certainly didn't budge his already negative opinion on him. After that prank that Beck had pulled on him, Jerseyboy certainly didn't trust the boy. Well, at least it wasn't him. Jerseyboy would've failed miserably at taking on a big responsibility, and he probably would've had to do more than he already did. He was often neglectful when it came to politics and all that, so the new job probably would've frustrated him. Yeesh. He was fine where he was.

The tuxedo tom offered no words. Anyone could've probably guessed how he felt; happy for the others and immensely hesitant about the latter. There was no need to voice his opinions; he didn't need to.

the male would look up, surprise etched on his face as he played with his paws. he got.. promoted? oh! "uh- uhm.. t-thank you!!"

✧ —THE SUN ONE DAY WILL LEAVE US ALL BEHIND /

Woooah. This was so cool and interesting! Huff was thrilled to have their name mentioned and keeping up their work would be easy. Through Huff was not sure what they were doing right. "Gratulaions!"

He had received an activity reminder - which was expected, really - but he wasn't one to sit around and do nothing about it. The tiger took mental note of this reminder, knowing that he ought to make sure to be up and around more often. High positions that didn't do anything seemed useless, after all. "Understood, and congratulations to those promoted." Though he wasn't too ecstatic over Beck being a deputy now, as the memories of falling into his pit trap still haunted him.