ALWAYS ENDLESSLY // visiting + takeover attempt

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  • Bleh, he enjoyed his vacation in the mountains, but damn did it fucking stink to get wind that the group he once led had a leader doing not enough to keep it running. Dammit, he selected a bad choice, but... meh, should he really be that surprised? Vasin, now a cheetah coated with ice, rather than a lion coated with ice, wandered into the Clan's camp. He still smelled the same and all that, so he doubted people wouldn't recognize him. And he assumed the member turnover rate hadn't been so bad.


    "Yo, it's Vasin! I heard Minho ain't doing a good job over here, so I'm asking y'all if you want me to come back and lead you. No biggie if you don't, but damn I feel bad," he called out, his voice loud and clear. Hrmph, chaotic neutral or no... he did have a soft spot for the peaceful group.

  • One truth prevails ! —

    Oh, Vasin was back? Where had he gone again? The serval couldn't remember. Either way, it seemed even he noticed Minho's absence, which was, well, honestly sad that such a thing was so blaringly ovious, so much so that the former leader actually asked if they wanted him to lead again. Yikes. "Didn't you willingly give that up, Vasin?" Shinichi asked coolly, blue eyes fixed with an almost intense focus on the now ice-covered cheetah. Adjusting his black-rimmed glasses, he continued. "And yes, Minho's absence is quite noticeable, but I'm... not quite sure we should try booting him out just yet. It might just be my opinion, but I think we can cope... for now. Though it certainly wouldn't be bad to have you back, even if you're not leading. Things get lonely and dull around here."

    "Speech" Thoughts Attacking

  • ❝ NOW THEY THINK I’M CRAZY — TAGS ❞


    noe hadn’t offically met vasin before, but the pup knew better. based on what she heard and knew, minho was doing alright as a leader. and from what she understood, vasin gave up leadership. wasn’t that why minho became leader? if vasin wanted to remain a leader shouldn’t he have not left in the first place? what if there were others within the clan (who she knew were hard workers) who wanted that opportunity? she knew she being only eight months was likely too young for most of the higher rankings, but she’d like to see others be given an opportunity. taking a seat beside the several, she would remain silent for the time being.

           



  • she seem’d, at once, some penanced lady elf —

    Matcha colored eyes affixed themselves on Vasin with acute curiosity. Delphine remembered the male, however, their form changed. They were no longer a lion, but she supposed the signature ice coating that the male had was Vasin-like. "I suppose if Minho doesn't return in proper time, anyone can step up to the plate," the reptilian-feline hybrid shrugged as she offered her input, "or we could always have co-leaders." She wasn't opposed to the idea of Vasin returning, she knew the male had good work ethic.

    — some demon’s mistress, or the demon’s self


  • And here he was. Yikes. Minho's fur prickled, and he huffed as he walked over. "Long time no see. As I said in a damned meeting, my roleplayer was in Hawaii. But everybody skipped over that, huh?" He growled. "Kindly step off, thanks."


    //hi, i'd rather not this end in a takeover, thanks! :~)

    also mobile lol, im still unpacking


    TAGS


  • One truth prevails ! —

    Shinichi raised an invisible brow as Minho arrived, and restrained an abrupt laugh. The serval had indeed not forgotten that fact at all, and had simply commented that the absence was noticeable, not unavoidable. He did feel slightly annoyed at such an accusation, though, and huffed. Who was the one assuming things now?

    "Speech" Thoughts Attacking

  • He recognized the serval, naturally, but not the pup -- so, seemed they had some new members. Or just a few that wanted to gawk at the latest spectacle. Same old shit. "Ayyyye, you're right about that, mate. Feel bad I didn't leave you guys on good footing, you know?" he replied to Shin'ichi with a shrug. He didn't like leading, but he still felt bad for such a half-assed effort and appointment problems. At the mutated hybrid's words, he looked over to her with a nod. She was right about it being anyone's game and co-leadership might actually be a damn good idea.


    But, it seemed unreasonableness went out the window when Minho showed up. "Damn, you need some ice to cool off from over there? I didn't come up threatening and blazing, I offered to help," he retorted, tone cool as a cucumber. Like he said before, no biggie if they didn't want him strolling in, but he hadn't expected some bristled fur and huffy tones to greet him.


  • Okay, perhaps he had been a bit aggressive but— Minho allowed the fur on his spine to flatten. "I’ll have to decline, thanks," He answered shortly, his tone no longer competitive and slightly hostile, though it couldn’t be friendly either. He turned to look at his gathered Clanmates, giving them a nod. "I have been absent. Totally. However," He looked back to Vasin, calmer now. "You left us. You can’t come waltzing in, even if it’s to ‘help’ or what have you. I’m going to be stepping it up, so it’s nothing you should be worrying about."


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  • He nodded, puffing out a relieved breath at that. "Fucking thank gods for that. Now I can leave you guys without damn guilt!" he stated, great plumes of water vapor escaping his lips as he spoke, per usual. Goddamn frost breath. He liked it at first, but now he thought it just made him look like a fucking cube of dry ice.


    "Aight, I'll be off then. Good luck leadin' this place with your shitty attitude, mate!" Vasin spoke rather cheerfully to Minho, unfurling his black wings and taking off to the sky. No skin off his back, that was.