HERE FOR JUSTICE - MARS DIVISION MEETING

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    Despite his on going problems and despite the fact that he knew something was wrong with him he was keeping up his jobs. He was keeping up with life and he couldn't let others know about it because he knew what it would look like. The eyes judging him and the accusations that he hadn't changed. That he was the same murderer he had always been. It pained him to think that he could be killing things and not even remember doing them at all. He sighed with a frown on his muzzle as he departed from the cabin on the second island and pushed himself into the skies. His wins extended with ease, golden light slipping from the feathers in soft dust like particles as the wind caught them and he ascended up. He maintained a rather low flight as he soared across the skies to get to the stone cottage that he used for the Mars Division. It was impressive to say the least with weapons decorating the door and bright red as an indicator of what divison the building belonged to. He landed with a soft thud of moving paws and walked into the building. The round table still clean and the map of Agrelos still upon the wood. Alright it was time to get this show on the road and he turned to call out sharply. "Mars division meeting is in session so come on and let's get started!" He took his place and sat down, eyes roaming over the map.

    »»» Mike was a murderer. He always had been. Ever since a young age, jeez, he couldn't even remember, maybe before he'd even hit adulthood. He'd always looked like an adult after all. Tall as hell with a voice like a low growl, it never did surprise him that anyone mistook little eight month old Mikey for an adult. And to be entirely honest, he didn't remember a lot of animals that he killed. They were just fuzzy faces with a spike of ice sticking out of them hidden in the mist of his memory. It was almost natural that he'd been drawn to the war division. He was a killer and he didn't feel a lick of guilt, it was just business. Everything was. Sliding over with a lazy smile at his lips the hound took a seat, propping his head up on a paw as he leaned on the table he faced Barghest. "So, uh, what's on the agenda today, boss?" He questioned, absently looking over the map settled in the center of the table.

    "speech." Ah, they were doing something again! Hopefully this would go farther than last time. He wanted to get some things going. There was plenty of sparring, but not much else. Training sessions would be good. The male padded over, a small grin on his face. He still didn't see the need for them to have a table to sit around, they could get just as much done outside in the open, but oh well. Temp knew this was something he couldn't control. Let's see where this would go.

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    Mulder takes a deep breath as he hears Barghet's call, steeling himself as he enters the cabin with his clanmates. He sits closer to his late now than lately, trying to put the past event behind them for the sake of being supportive. He's not going to improve fast if his own mate is avoiding him like a monster so the kitsune settles down at the table with a slight dip of his head toward the three of them. At the very least, he feels a small bit more qualified to be here than last time, just a little bit stronger. It's slow learning (a concept foreign to someone like Mulder) but he's getting there one step at a time. The kitsune folds his long arms across the wooden plane on that notion, curious too to see the answer to that question. The gathering is still modest this go around too but with Mike back, at least their fighting force is stronger than it was prior.


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