WAX ~ PB Saturnalia invite!

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    ｡･ﾟﾟ･ As good as Cassiopeia was at calligraphy, it was so tedious! Instead, for this invite, she came in person. Boringly. She wanted the fun to be a surprise. "Painted Brigade! Here to invite you to a thing!" A Saturnalia thing! Oh, where are they? She got impatient fast and started prancing around singing "Saturnalia! Candles chase away the night! Blah blah Saturnalia!" It was strangely warm here in the desert, where she came from there was snow and cold. She liked the cold. Also losing her train of thought.


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    It wasn't often Jace saw the Brigade, but he hoped they were doing alright. They were one of the more . . anticlannish friends that the Ruins had. As he approaches the border to greet Cass, a smile blossoms upon his face. "Ah, thank you. I'm sure we'll have many attend." He says, trying to hold in his chuckles as he watched her prance around. "How is the Brigade? Oh, I'm Jace, by the way. King of the Ruins." He introduces himself with a slight dip of his head. She seemed kind enough.

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    ｡･ﾟﾟ･ Cass stopped in her tracks. A person! She pivoted on her heels or whatever cats do to turn themselves and faced this Ruiner. "Hello, Rex Jace. My name's Cass! The Brigade is fine, we're actually pretty active with joiners and stuff! Though a little concerned with all the snow." She stopped herself there, she didn't want to go on some crazy tangent or anything. And she knew she would. "How's the Ruins? Er, Sanguine Ruins." She'd hate to call this place a ruins. some ruins? A ruin? English is weird.


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    He followed in due time, sand digging into his heels with each light step. The tiger trailed behind his mentor, looking much as the King did each day, with muscles rippling through a pelt of sunset-touched rivers and coal shores. His gaze of rainforest’s leaves held an air of warmth to them, yet the fire burned low, distant, as if removed from the moment. He smiled, though his lips did not grace his cheeks, and it existed thin, like a trail. Cassiopeia’s invitation graced his ears from a distance, and he decided the conversation had room for his voice of rolling thunder. “The Ruins are doing fine - at least, from my view.” A sharp, succinct statement, an ending note of a short melody. “And that Saturnalia sounds fun as well.” Might as well be polite to allies, they’re pretty valuable. He never cared much for politics, though, the subject breezing through thoughts as easily as the winter’s air. Though, thinking of the Saturnalia did make him wonder - he’d never been to a party before, and his paws shuffled together, as if huddling to fend from awkwardness.

    Morbid curiosity brings her over to the scene, she doesn't bother to hide who she is nor the Veil scent clinging to her pelt even if she had the powers to almost completely hide it beneath whatever aroma she could think of. Apart of her wanted to send whatever Brigadier came to the Ruins a message that the Veil was closer with them, that she held influence and could fuck them up more than she had in her initial raid. That idea of meeting this visitor with hostility dies in her chest when she realizes this girl is hardly more than an apprentice.


    Her tail flicks and she keeps her distance standing behind both Jace and Scintella as to not glower or intimidate the girl to badly, she wouldn't be attending the party for obvious reasons even if the temptation to get more entail to use against the Brigade appeals to her. As long as shes here in the Ruins representing them as she lives on their side of the border she won't do anything to the Brigade but as soon as that border was crossed she had no issue doing what she felt was necessary. ”Is snow the Brigades only concern?” she blurts it without meaning to, she wanted a reaction. And mostly wanted a reason to return to there to grab her son back before they did anything to him.


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