ESCAPE FROM THE CITY › MEETING

Val made himself present, eyes settling on Chica. This was his second meeting with the Sanctuary - that was an accomplishment, right? A soft smile playing upon his features, he settles nearby and lazily glances up at Chicagocrimes.

/ Ack, rushed!!

^{THE ONE THAT HELD ME DOWN —}

^{The polar bear made her way over with a small smile on her brightly colored face. She was feeling good today and she hoped the meeting would help with these vibes. Arizona sat on down and looked up at Chica, wondering what they had to say. ""}           

^{— AND KINDA TOLD THE TRUTH}

Destrian was there, hanging around near the middle-back of the group. It was still odd to see his mother in her new form, but the fact that she was still Chica made it endurable. The male glanced around at the relatively unfamiliar faces- save Arizona?- as he waited for the meeting to begin. Surely there had to be more people than this around? With the change to the new world, Des expected animals all over the place. Oh well. The place was still going strong, and Des had to give a kudos to Chica for that.

The pale-furred doberman relaxes in his seat by the time Chicagocrimes begins the meeting and listens intently. She started off with welcomes and the like, quickly moving onto the rank changes and, for a minute, he thought all was well - until Miss Chica herself called his name. His half-lidded eyes blinked wide open at the mentioning of his name and the rank he had been supposedly "promoted" to. Neophyte? Holy shit. "Uhhh..." He's zoned out and dumb words tumbled from a mouth frozen in shock, his docked tail having stopped waggling altogether. "Wow. Okay." Was pretty much what he managed to get out for the time being, his head bobbing up and down slowly in a dumb little nod. He was grateful, don't get him wrong, he was just rather surprised to hear his name being called for, well, anything. He was glad Chica wanted to place some sort of trust in him - she did trust him to some degree if this was happening, right? - and he feels a smile crawling up the left side of his muzzle into a dreamy half-smile.

Next was the announcement about the Exiles having apparently caused some... havoc. He had, unfortunately, been away at the time. He had went exploring again, wanting to find the young fellow he had met before he had came to the Sanctuary but ended up somewhere entirely different. It was some kind of beach, he thought? Anyway, that was unimportant. What was important was that Chica had some plan in store for the Exiles. Sneak into their territory and cause a ruckus at their one of their meetings? "Ballsy that one, eh?" He blinks, but doesn't voice a protest. He would rather not fight, given that he was a relatively peaceful guy, but he now understood that this place had some... lesser morals and he was expected to play his part as a member.

Last, but not least, the other things that were apparently happening. He would look into all of it at a later date. But, for now... "'Ey, Chi-sama," He calls up with her own personalized nickname - will she like it? Who knew - "I'm willin' to throw out the bad food for us. I think I know a place we can safely throw it away without endangerin' wildlife 'n stuff." He suggests with a grin, his stubbed tail returning to its wagging state. "Oh and, uh... thanks for the promotion. Glad to be worth somethin' 'round 'ere, yeah?"

^{THE ONE THAT HELD ME DOWN —}

^{Pick up activity. Yeah, activity. Her mind wonders but she then pulls herself back together to keep listening. They tried to kill them all and Arizona had gone to fight. She could have killed again. God, no. Her brown eyes close for a moment to stop the pounding in her head, reopening them to continue listening. Events. Arizona focuses on the events that are coming up, thinking they may actually be fun for once. ""}           

^{— AND KINDA TOLD THE TRUTH}

He gives a brief salute to Chica, olive eyes glittering. "You got it, boss." He'd murmur casually, though he was well aware of how bad a job he'd been doing lately. He just felt so.. tired.

"HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

Sounds like the Sanctuary has a lot going on. "Sounds good," Destrian waved his paw in a salute-like gesture up to Chica to show he heard. Sounds like he had a lot of things to get on top of... or not. Maybe he could just go hide out again with Ruger. He glanced down at his pet then back up at the others. Nah, he'd participate. It'd be more fun. Maybe he could throw some of his experiments around to make friends or something.