against the wind // open, making a new garden!

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    OSRIC !

    A lot had changed, huh? It hadn’t been easy on the tomcat. This was the third time he’d left everything behind, but the difference now was that he couldn’t go back. He would never be able to sleep in Cthulha’s room again, the last remnants of her scent still clinging to the bed. The garden was gone, too. All of it. Even the little flower he’d named after his sister.


    His sister. She was the first person Osric’s mind had gone to when everything changed. Where was she? Was she okay? Was she even alive? With a few hurried goodbyes to his friends and a promise to return as soon as he could, Osric had set off to find her.


    As it turned out, his family had gone in search of him too. Osric, his parents, and his sister met by a stream in the middle of the night, all four of them having been on a week-long sleepless journey. Osric tried to convince them to come back to the rogues, where he could be sure they were safe, but even in this new world, his family were loners. A few days later, they parted ways, and Osric headed home.


    He’d been back for a few days days now, getting his bearings and settling in. In the castle, his fellow rogues milled around, going about their business. Osric had things to do as well, but he’d need help. ’This castle needs a garden,’ he said. ’Anyone know where we can make one? Oh, and I think I’m supposed to have one of those fancy rogue names, so, suggestions are welcome.’

    virgil had heard the question from the former outlaw, and a little smirk spread across his face as he joined the other. "i'd say this forest isn't the best place for a garden, osric. might be hard to keep it going," he commented, before making his suggestion. "i'm sure there's an empty room on one of the floors if we go look," he said. as for the name? he wasn't quite sure of any ideas yet, but he did start thinking about ideas to help the other along as he waited for the other's response.

    I'M CARELESS WHEN I WEAR MY REBEL CLOTHES —

    "What's a garden?" Trashboat asked, approaching the two rather quickly and without a real introduction. He trotted beside the small cat, offering him a small smile. He didn't know the feline, though his characteristics matched that of one of the creatures his mother told him about. She was quiet on how the group ran, however she did tell him stories of the kinder members, as well as how she had been treated. He didn't jump to conclusions, as he figured Osric would be a bit startled to meet Xia's son.


    "And why would you want some fancy name?" Trash continued, blinking as Virgil spoke. He was still confused by the ways, them being rather blurry to him. He was sure he'd learn more sooner or later.

    ✧ // the heavens above and hell even higher


    this must be osric, the person velvetpaw had told him about when they were in the old garden together. it was a pleasure to finally meet him after all this time, velvetpaw would surely be happy to see that he managed to pass into the new world. "we could see if there's a spot in the castle. if not, perhaps we could surround the castle with the garden?" he suggested, voice as light as the seabreeze and delicate as shells washed up on the beach, as he approached the small gathering. "there is a lack of sunlight down here. but maybe the flowers here use some other method to survive."

    velvetpaw--

    bhr - easy - attack in #994dff


    "Osric! You're alive!" And there was Velvetpaw, eyes stretched wide as she trotted down to greet the tomcat. He'd been Outlaw when she'd been born. How things had changed since then, but it was good to see him nonetheless. Through everything that had gone wrong and settled in a new, strange way, he was one of the constants among them. And the fact that he was looking to start another garden made the femme relax a little; some things never changed. There was relief on her face as she stopped nearby Arc, but she tried to answer his question.


    "I have new flowers following me whenever I step paw outside, so I think some different things grow here." Her attention turned towards one of their newer members when he spoke, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "Trashboat, a garden is a carefully grown group of plants that look nice. Before we came here, our home had a beautiful one, and Osric here was very proud of it. Rogue names are our full names. Yours is Trashboat, because that's the one you picked-- unless you wanted to have another one on the side, that we call you." Hmm, note to self, hold a name class sometime this week. She thought.


    As Archangel spoke, Trashboat was still a little confused as to what a garden was. He was beginning to form a basic idea of it - that basic idea being that a garden was a thing with flowers. That was it. He thought of the few flower pots around the castle, wondering if those were considered gardens. As Velvetpaw approached, exclaiming about Osric's living body, he found himself a bit lost, before remembering the flash and change as well. He didn't bother to speak while the two caught up, his attention only being recaptured by Velvetpaw when she addressed him.


    "Ohh..." he hummed as she explained, feeling a bit stupid that he couldn't make that much of a connection. He pulled his lips into a thin line and pushed his idiocy behind him - he knew now what it was, he was still learning, everything would be okay. As she continued, he nodded along, and spoke once she was done, "Trashboat is fine, my mom named me that and... I dunno. I don't want to disrespect her decision, I guess?" he didn't want to get sentimental with anything and left it at that, glancing at the group again. He stopped his gaze on Osric, waiting for the other to form his opinion on where to start with his garden.

    OSRIC !

    Osric grinned at Velvetcrown's exclamation about him being alive. 'I am indeed!' he laughed. It was nice to see a couple of familiar faces amongst the rogues; a lot may have changed, but the feline knew he would always have friends here.


    But there was no time for reminiscing - the rogues had a garden to plant! 'Alright, everybody,' Osric started, formulating his botanic action plan as he spoke. 'Search the castle for any plant pots, seeds, watering cans, or anything else we might need. Take as much as you can carry and meet me in the room with the most windows.'