HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN / PRIVATE, LEADERS
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GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER･ﾟ✧"So go ahead," Sweetophelia replied in turn, a figurative eyebrow lifting in interest as she watched the Paladin Commander's approach and subsequent seating. He seemed angry, but the tuxedo tom-cat also happened to be rather prickly by nature.
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Pierce, while around the high positions’ meeting area much more often now, didn’t usually catch anything too interesting unless it was scheduled - typically, it was all ideas and suggestions, and while he loved to assist with those, this was certainly something new. He had just been setting out to leave, as no one was really around, when he spotted Jersey approaching, and even more surprisingly, caught the Paladin Commander’s mention of his name alongside Sweet’s. Ears lifting forward, the lovely serval moved toward Sweetophelia and Jers on light paws, a faint, though undeniably sweet smile lacing his lips until he noticed the familiar glint in Jerseyboy’s eyes - he was angry about something, that was for sure. His features morphing into that of a more serious expression, Pierce licked his nose, silently seating himself beside Sweet and waiting patiently for the dark tom to speak.
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Well, that had been quick. That meant that there was less waiting around, he supposed. He pursed his lips before speaking, "It's about Beck, that little prick that you call a deputy." His green eyes dimmed, loathing at all of the negative thoughts that bubbled up in his mind. Every little incident, every little shitshow that had led up to this- it made him pissed off to even think back on them. "Everybody's gettin' sick of his crap. Always pullin' pranks, always runnin' his mouth, always pickin' fights." He shook his head, a scowl upon his masculine features. "But this time around? Albion? He woulda' shredded her face t' bits if nobody stopped 'im." Had Sweetophelia not even heard of this? If so, why had she praised Beck at the previous meeting instead of calling him out on his bullshit? Or even Pierce? "And Jacob? The kid's scared t' death of him." The husky had spilled his feelings towards the ghost, and it was even evident in his sleep talking that Beck was a reoccurring antagonist in his nightmares. That wasn't okay in his book. It just wasn't. Jerseyboy didn't want to let that little shitstain strike fear into the medic trainee- or anyone else for that matter. "He's insane, I'm tellin' you now." At the site of the attack on Albion, Beck had been saying some real weird shit. It was like he was arguing with himself like a crazy person. Jersey didn't know the extent of his problems, nor did he want to know, but he knew that there wasn't anything normal about it. "Somethin's wrong wid' him, and I dunno' what, but I don't wanna' sit around like ducks while things get worse." He told them, glancing from leader to leader. They were the ones with the authority to punish people, so hopefully they would listen to him.
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/ shameless tracking
jers i feel betrayed :,,(
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GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER･ﾟ✧Sweetophelia listened in idle silence, her own pale eyes calmer and more contemplative than those of the heated Paladin Commander. She was aware of Beck's pranks although they had never seemed very malicious, just occasionally excessive or annoying from time to time. "What are Albion's injuries?" she questioned straightforwardly. "What sparked this little fight? Did he do anything in particular to Jacob?" The pale lioness paused, finally adding, "So are you telling me that you believe and are formally advising me now that Beck is an active threat to BlizzardClan?" The accusation was a very serious charge to make.
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Pierce watched Jersey with a gentle expression as he waited for him to begin speaking, though they didn't have to wait long to hear the tuxedo say, "It's about Beck, that little prick that you call a deputy." The words were harsh, sure, but it was Jerseyboy talking, and while the vice-leader was aware of his clanmate's dislike of Beck, he was also fairly sure Jersey wouldn't try to start anything without good reasoning. So, he remained silent as the other spoke, the corners of his lips tugging down into a slightly worried frown, though he didn't speak until both Jerseyboy and Sweetophelia finished speaking. "You didn't hear about Albion?" Pierce asked softly, momentarily directing his gaze toward Sweet, his tone soft as ever though now laced in obvious concern. "It wasn't a 'little fight' - I wasn't there, but from what I've been told, he attacked Alby. Ah... tied her up, hurt her, and stuff." It sounded far too close to that of a torture for Pierce's comfort.
The serval paused, glancing back over to Jerseyboy with a soft exhale, his tail giving a single flick of thought before he finally said, "I agree with Jersey. We can't have Blizzardclanners - especially not our high positions - attacking each other and getting away with it." He was quiet for a moment, watching Jers for a moment more.
"As for Jacob," he spoke after a few seconds of silence, wondering exactly how to word it; the harassing of the Medic Trainee had been slowly escalating over time, and while he seemed to have left Jacob alone for the time being, that didn't change what he had done, "Beck has been harassing him since Jacob's first incident in the fire - when he was young and chased him with fire, ah, caught him in a bear trap once, I believe, and used to verbally attack him." Did he still? Maybe not as blatantly as before- Pierce wasn't sure. "He, um, called him ugly," he added quietly, his nose wrinkling slightly. Jacob was a good kid, as was Albion - they didn't deserve what had happened to them. Nobody did. Was Beck an active threat to Blizzardclan? Perhaps their reputation, having a deputy that attacked clanmates, and the speckled tom knew Sweetophelia cared a great deal about that.
Pierce looked over to Jersey, wondering if he had anything to say, or if he wanted to elaborate at all. The fact that Sweet didn't know what happened with Albion was concerning, but she was a busy woman, he was sure. Licking his nose, he remained silent, focusing his amber gaze on the angered Paladin Commander.
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GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER･ﾟ✧"Clearly not," Sweetophelia remarked in turn to Pierce's question. She was surprised that the young vice-leader had not come to her sooner with the information himself. She hadn't been on the scene but apparently Pierce had been informed of the situation prior to Jerseyboy's request for an audience.
"Thank you for bringing this to me, Jerseyboy," she glanced back at the Paladin Commander. "I'll go deal with Beck." It was a shame, the actions of the ghostly animal, he had always been a wildcard but she hadn't expected she would be hearing stories of how he had tied up clanmates and hurt her.
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