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    *:･ The advertisement floating around Agrelos was one requesting protection, written and signed by one of those Earthen aliens whom ruled over a clan in the southernmost region of Delos, controversial at best and downright criminal at worst. It was a simple assignment, really; watch over the family of the leader, provide service and slay any enemies along the way, food and quartering provided. In terms of deals, it was a good one, and Kiba was more than willing to disregard the unsavory acts surrounding the Cartel's reputation. It wasn't as though they had a clean record themselves. They just needed somewhere to go. The Order was done for, but they weren't cut out for the gushy family life that many of their old associates had decided to migrate towards, and they refused to spend the rest of their days perpetuated in a limbo of aimless wandering. A job was a job, even if it was mostly... babysitting.


    Having acquainted themselves with the boss, Kiba was left to their own devices in the grand mansion where the Cartel was homed. They didn't have many belongings with them. The kitsune set their bag on the marbled floor of the main entryway, its contents mostly books and weapons; a sheathed sword was slung around their shoulders, and their mask sat securely over their face. They needed to find a room, then meet the little runts that they were responsible for protecting, and try to move on.

    *:・ﾟ✧ unlike kiba, lunarsolstice had already been here. although they shared the same occupation, their circumstances were wildly different- kiba had chosen this role for his own, while lunar had just been passed between owners. he wasn't surprised that breakout had enlisted more help than just him - after all, the kids were proving themselves to be quite the difficult bunch. he had came to enjoy damaskrose's presence, surprisingly- she was perhaps the worst of them all, but oddly endearing for a child.


    he had been passing through the entryway to get more strawberries, as he found out that was a quick way to his master's heart, when he saw the ivory kitsune. "...hey," he'd greet. looking him over... wasn't this guy the additional hired help? "kiba, right?" he'd clarify, but knew he was right anyways. "... guess we're working together, then. i'm lunarsolstice asimov, but most just call me luna." he'd greet, trying to be affable - yet, some awful canine instinct bubbled within. putting on some forced smile, completely lacking his father's charm, luna asked "... where are you from?"

    ✧ — Possession. Kiba knew all about it. While Lunarsolstice was still chained to the collar which choked his neck, held on by the looming shadows which claimed control over his very actions, Kiba's authorities had been wiped out a while ago. It was something of freedom that they'd been granted, but not really. They were treated better than many of the children that the Order raised, yet it was still decided that the Order steal their sense of individuality, their happiness, their tails. They liked to think that they had some free will left, but they forfeited that to a new contractor as soon as they found one. It wasn't something that they particularly enjoyed pondering.


    A figure moving past them caught their attention, so Kiba turned to peer at the stranger through bored eyes, their face still concealed by their mask. They'd been informed of a coworker, as well as the potential for more, but they were more than experienced in working with a team. Still, that didn't mean that they were going to roll over and accept the veiled distaste which the hybrid so obviously felt toward them. There was a difference between coworkers and friends for a reason. "Luna," Kiba rasped, trying out the name. They blinked boredly at the dark hued canine for a moment. He seemed odd; too high strung while trying to hide it behind a spectacularly stiff mask of friendliness. Why not just be honest?


    Unamused and nonplussed, the kitsune lowered their head in a slow, melodic sort of movement. They raised a charcoal colored paw and slipped the gnarlish mask from their face. "Nowhere in particular," they responded, words carried by a stream of air from tired lungs. It wasn't necessarily a lie since they weren't from anywhere, but they weren't about to go spouting their life story to some guy that was obviously struggling with some weird instinct pull. Kiba's green eyes flickered over Luna once more before they turned to peer at the staircase. "Are we expected to board together, or..?" They didn't really mind one way or another, just as long as Lunarsolstice had any sense of personal space.

    ★ - asimov had spotted his son in the distance, in the grand entryway of the mansion. he was talking to someone new, it seemed. that's surprising. i don't think luna's ever had a real friend, he thought cruelly, coming over to the small gathering. despite his newfound sense of humility, he still figured he should know what was going on in his eldest son's life. breakout had expressed a desire to protect his new children, and asimov, in all his brilliance, had offered luna to him, and so it was.


    he was vaguely aware that breakout would need more help than just one man, and his suspicions were true as he overheard the two as they talked if they had to board together. if asimov was not so hesitant, he perhaps would have chuckled and absolutely suggested the two be paired in the same room - he wanted grandkids, after all.


    but the stitches on his face had bled all his confidence out, and so he more-or-less shuffled awkwardly, poking his head besides his larger-bodied son. "hey," the kitsune asked, his personality almost desaturated from the incident. "... name's asimov. capo of the militia division. this bruiser's my son. have you decided which division you'd like to join?" he said, perhaps trying as hard as lunar did to seem affable, except luna, in the end, did not care what people thought of him. asimov thrived on people's opinions of him. and now, with these horrible marks on his face, luckily hidden by bandages for now, he felt like he had nothing if he didn't have his looks.


    during pregnancy, cerys felt bored. most of the time she was too tired to go out and explore or take on some tasks, so she just wandered around the camp. she spots asimov along with two others, deciding to see what they were doing. the lupurca trots over, finding herself at the side of asimov with a bright smile upon her maw. "ah - hello. i'm cerys."


    ♚ ･ﾟ: YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — tags

    ✧ — Before Lunarsolstice got a chance to answer the room and board questions, another figure arrived to steal the spotlight; only, it was with so much timidness that Kiba was almost concerned by the lack of bravado which the other kitsune displayed. He shuffled forward, despondent and depressed, in order to introduce himself. Kiba blinked, inklings of familiarity slipping into mind. "Kiba," they introduced. Shifted their shoulders, head tilting minutely. "I was planning on joining the militia division, actually. I'm happy to be meeting you, then, Asimov." They'd been given a brief run down of the different divisions by Breakout already, and militia seemed the only way they could go. That was fine.


    The third creature to approach was considerably more eager than the duo that came before her. Kiba turned toward Cerys and, figuring that she probably already overheard the prior introductions, simply gave a polite nod of greeting. They noticed the pregnancy; it seemed to be common around the Cartel at the time. Or, maybe all the time? They didn't really want to know. "Any major rules I should be aware of under your command?" Kiba asked coolly, turning decidedly back toward Asimov. Another rung in the ladder of authority which they were resigned to being at the bottom.

    " Nice to see ya have finally arrived. Your name was...Kiba right?." The Godfather said as he approached to take a careful glance over this new bodyguard to his own kids he had pretty much bought to bring here for the sake of keeping his kids safe, or safer. That was how he had been raised with servants and so believed it would benefit to have someone look out after them how was paid to do so. It would help to give the kids someone to play with as well because both he and Alci could be quite busy with thier works so this way thier kids never had to feel neglected or them to worry no one was watching over them. " My name's Breakout, the one how called for ya. I'm the Godfather here and the one how can make ya life living hell here if any of my kids get hurt...haha!" he laughted like he was joking but after his laughter had died itself down there was this seriousness behind his azure blue eyes that said a different story. " Anyway, we should talk sometime, y'know?, getting to know each other better, and i also gotta introduce ya to the kiddos. " he said now grinning because he was not only a scary father how could kill you in your sleep if anything happends to his kids.