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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Amita laughed quietly as she caught sight of the creature, a hushed series of airy chuckles from beneath the satin strung across her face. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, she would take it - The presence of such an odd creature was enough, she supposed, to laugh a little and hear the closest thing to speech that she was capable of making. "What do you make of that?" The tigress queried as she cast a glance in Ikki's direction, padding over carefully.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Life was suddenly a lot less tedious and repetitive in the Havoc following the group's sudden visitation from the star council which consisted of their leader and vice-leader being demoted. Ivystar was large and in charge now, apparently, and for whatever reason they had picked her to be deputy. Weren't the dead supposed to be, like, all-knowing? It was quite amusing, really, and she couldn't help but feel a bit haughty that her true level of self absorption had somehow gone unnoticed by them. Though not often Narcissistic, she certainly had her moments. But when you only had half a face, thanks to bullet holes and birds, you took pride where you could find it. In any case, things were changing fast, the slowness of the sewer dwelling group somehow turning into mild chaos.

Here's the setting: The stretch of land that marked the border of Tidalclan and the Havoc, two neutral groups that had not much interaction with one another, the land not possessing a blood splattered history in the slightest. Rather a boring one. Likely docile greetings between two cats who didn't care to talk long enough with one another. Both anxious to get home to be around those who they actually cared about. Or maybe not - Maybe the stretch of land held a more interesting past. A quick, tumbled, love affair. A surprise reunion between long lost relatives. But as far as Amita knew, it was nothing. Nothing had happened there. Nothing worth mentioning. Certainly nothing having to do with her. The tigress had actually never spoken with a Tidalclanner that she could recall, though she had seen them present at a Valentine's Day event not more than a few days prior. Irrelevant.

It was just after sundown, the area dark. The world seemed to be in limbo currently - The last specks of sunlight had disappeared, but the stars were still struggling to make an appearance. Late for the party. Maybe it was the veil she wore, now messing with her eyes; It was black. Satin. Barely transparent anyway, though she had super senses which alleviated that issue. Still, with added darkness, it made seeing a bit of an issue. The deputy was patrolling now, moving through a patch of unruly undergrowth to ensure that nothing was amiss; Just checking to make sure nobody had wandered over. That nothing fishy had been going on. As she had predicted though, she found nothing of interest. Quite dull. Solo patrols were dull anyway, but even more so when nothing interesting had happened in the area. A necessary evil they were, though, as she supposed you could never be too careful. The wildcat reinforced the scent markings quickly, efficiently, and then turned to make her way home.

Only then did she realize that her scent wasn't the only one in the area.

Give me kindred neighborliness.

Flash.

"Hello?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]The Anthema was thriving. The Havoc hadn't fallen completely inactive. Amita recognized that their little group had found themselves in a rather unfortunate slump, though she had known this for awhile it now dawned on her that this was something glaringly off compared to most major game players. Hopefully they would get back on their feet soon enough; Though hope did nothing for you. The tigress could hope that her face would grow back, but that wouldn't make it so. She could hope that she suddenly be able to eat and drink and talk properly. Such things didn't just happen thanks to hope. You had to find alternatives. Do something about your problems. And, as it happened, when the Havoc didn't do that, the council of stars did. "They are," she put in via telepathy, responding to the comment about new members joining. "Slowly but surely."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Amita would have smiled. But she couldn't, her face little more than a grotesque mask. Indeed, though, she listened with light interest. "Never met one to my knowledge," she decided to correct with a small nod of confirmation. She had known of their existence, though only vaguely, never meeting somebody to broadcast their breed such as this female did. Not that it was a bad thing, she supposed. It also could be said that, to be frank, the Havoc wasn't a terribly diverse group. Lots of servals. Domestic cats. The odd wildcat here and there. No alleged mythical creatures to speak of, really. It was also small, made up of maybe six or so creatures who she saw often, another handful that popped up on occasion. If there was a vampire, they didn't show their face often, nor did they speak of it. "You're right. They could be in hiding."

"And I appreciate your answer. Born; Noted." Amita could picture herself years in the future, chatting it up with some strangers just because it was expected of her, not because she wanted to, and one of them would mention some fable or another about bloodsucking beasts.. Oh, she would mention. How interesting. One time I was patrolling and I forget her name, but she gave me quite the history lesson on vampires. Did you know they're born, not made? And that would be it. The tigress doubted that this would be a lasting friendship, and even doubted they would ever see each other after that day. In time her name would fade. Remilia would somehow become Regina. Then Regan. Then be forgotten. But the answer to her question? She would remember that much. It was funny how somethings just stuck. "And in answer to yours, I wouldn't have a clue. I'm sure you've heard just as much lore as I have on the subject - Maybe more. When it comes to dissecting them, though, I prefer not to. I prefer facts, which is what you've given me."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Home. Amita considered the Havoc her home. That was one thing which she could say invariably and constantly. It had not always been home, not in the beginning, but it had become so rather quickly. The tigress had fled the Dominion - the place of her birth - for reasons which she struggled to pinpoint. A variety, she supposed, but mostly to escape the clutches that had defined her in her youth. You weren't a real person as a child, and she didn't want to be reminded of the awkward stage which she had lived in, overly vacant before she learned how to blend in with society. Of course, she doubted anyone remembered her anyway. The Havoc was home because it was home, she was attached to the place, to the culture, and to the people. Her entire life there was a front, a game, the Havoc had become her stage; And the character she brought to life was a better person than she could ever hope to be. In fact, she was hesitant to even give herself the label of person sometimes. She was too much of a product, too artificial. The fact that she had bled when shot and the fact that she could feel her heart beating were silent confirmations that she was actually living.

"I'm here too," her telepathic voice sounded simply. "Patrolling here, on my side of the border."

In these moments she wondered why she had called out to him at all when she had the opportunity to slink away into the night unnoticed, to head home. Without doubt, the queen wouldn't have been expected to reach out to the stranger. Squinting her pale blue eyes in his direction, she would witness only the faintest of shadowy outlines. If she weren't horribly disfigured, she wouldn't be wearing the scratchy cloth across her face, and she would have been able to see him better. In the night, though, with it on ( and with her not even considering removing it ) she could hardly make him out. The accessory which had been meant to hide her from the world did more of hiding the world from her, it seemed. Funny. Funny, by the way, was something which Amita had yet to master - Both on a superficial level in social interaction, and of course on a deeper sincere level. Somethings struck her as curiously amusing, but jokes and the like escaped her. Yet she loved to laugh, as that was the only sound she was capable of coherently making with her broken mouth. Her earlier statement about 'patrolling her side of the border' was not a joke, nor jest at his awkward wording, but simple explanation.

There was more to be said than simple explanations. Introductions need be made now that she had gone out of her way to call out. "My name," she started as she advanced a few steps, nodding her head in greeting. "Is Amita. I'm from the Havoc."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]In fact, it wasn't just formality, and it dawned on her in that instant that her explaining where she lived was quite unnecessary. But, as it seemed, easily overlooked. Conversations in general seemed to be redundant and overly repetitive, which she supposed was forgivable; there was only so much that could be said before you had to say it again. The same could be said for life. How many border patrols had she gone on in the last month, for instance? How many times had she greeted another? Introduced herself? You could live forever these days, but really, what was the point? There wasn't much time to linger on these nihilistic thoughts as she processed the introduction made by the other.

"It's a pleasure," she decided to say as if she knew what the word meant. As if she had experienced it before. Happiness, joy, pleasure; It all escaped her. Contentment could be found, however, when nothing was wrong. In the absence of chaos and confusion, in moments of relaxation. True happiness escaped her, though. It was just as well. Everyone spent their lives chasing happiness, which was something she doubted even existed. Her main objective in life was not that, not a never ending sense of fulfillment and glee, but instead to develop some sort of concept of empathy. If she could do this, then maybe, she would feel real. Maybe that would be better than happiness, anyway.

From beneath her veil, her pale blue eyes worked to examine him, squinting carefully through the layers of darkness to find details hidden. Easier said than done. If she were to see him in the light of day, she likely wouldn't recognize him - His species was made out, his size, but nothing specific. "You're not wrong," she would admit in response to his assumption. It was then she would laugh, a quiet fluttery sound which was somehow laced with relief. It felt good, making a sound, a coherent sound. It wasn't exactly a funny moment, but she knew it was appropriate enough to laugh. Cats made awkward chuckles all the time, for reasons which she didn't quite understand. When her face was still in tact, she had never been one to laugh. Now? She leaped at the opportunity.

And, in fact, she was lying. It wasn't dull. It was uncomfortable. Amita hated being alone, without a clear objective in mind, and the walk back to camp had been about to be close to excruciating. The fact of the matter was, without any genuine interests and no real personality, she had no understanding of how to act when there were no eyes on her. Perhaps that was why she had called out to the stranger across the border, for relief. "I'll assume the same for you," she commented simply. "But I'll ask regardless - How are you?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Wind made fashioning her veil quite difficult, the strong breeze threatening quite constantly to rip her vital "accessory" away from her. It wasn't practical to continue to wear it; she wasn't oblivious to this at all, knowing very well that it was more of a pain than anything. But, once again, it was vital to her. The flimsy fabric was what altered her identity, making her not a monster in plain sight but instead an invisible one. Though in the days following her accident she had allowed her disfigurement to be seen by anyone and everyone, the moment she found the article of clothing ended up being quite a game changer, and she never truly desired taking it off.

The most boring thing in the world was nudity, and the second most boring thing was honesty. This was lingerie for her face.

So here's the setting. The tigress was making her way down the street, opposite of Ikki and Jennie, the black satin fluttering in the wind as it pondered on whether or not to fly off. Every few steps the deputy halted to adjust it, a paw raising to ensure that it had a firm enough grip on her head before she continued onward. Through it's monochrome tint her pale blue eyes caught sight of the interaction between Jennie and Sanford, though the words exchanged were mostly lost in the wind.

"Hey you two," she greeted via telepathy - her words would never be lost in the wind - nodding in greeting as she joined them.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]"We could eat it," glancing over to Jennie at that comment she would once again offer a slight chuckle. Maybe they could eat it. Maybe she could too, as long as one of them chewed it up for her - Baby bird style. Life was wonderful. "It doesn't look that good," she commented instead, examining the horse-like creature once again, blue eyes narrowed as she attempted to identify whether or not her words were true. Food was food, and she likely would have eaten it otherwise. But, no, it didn't really scream meal to her.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]"You could say that," she would acknowledge simply, recognizing that their conversation had faded away into an odd sort of silence. Saying goodbye was, really, the only possible way to fill it. There was no need to drag this on longer than it needed to be - They had no obligation to do this, anyway. "Take care, Remilia," she offered with a slight nod of her head before trekking away in the opposite direction. Indeed, for now, she remembered her name.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]That sounded easy enough, Amita supposed as she looked to the leader. "I'll get on that," she commented simply, bowing her head in acknowledgement from where she settled. Specifically, she would do so during the day following. Quietly the tigress contemplated which shop to do so, specifically considering which would be of most use to raid.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]"10/10," she commented telepathically as she stepped forward, having caught the leader's awkward tumble into the water. "That form, that grace." If she had a mouth, she would have tossed the matriarch a teasing smile, but alas, all she could do was gaze at her from behind her veil. Rarely ever did Amita engage in humor, the concept escaping her, but for whatever reason she dabbled with it that day. "In all seriousness, though - Do you need a hand?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]From beneath a charcoal covered veil, blue orbs would narrow in faint interest as the tigress padded up beside Ikki. "I'm Amita, the deputy here - I'm sure that Ivystar will be around shortly. What is this regarding?" Her telepathic message was sent, her mouth rendered useless weeks ago. To herself, she considered the reasoning behind this visit, ultimately coming up short however. The ivory wildcat knew very little about the Dominion, and thus she couldn't even begin to decipher why Kol was there.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Narrowing her eyes as the creature stepped forward, Amita would consider the questions asked by the former medic and officer. "I don't know," she would respond to both of them, though their questions were different ( and in fact, the second wasn't technically even an inquiry, though that didn't matter ). The tigress supposed the horned horse had just wandered in, and was just walking through, though she couldn't be sure. "What do you guys think?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Amita would join the group, carefully making note of the fact that she didn't know - well - anything about the Paragon. The name was familiar, of course, but the workings of the group itself escaped her. It seemed that Ivystar was knowledgeable enough, though, in her lack of typical questioning. This was noted quietly as she sat down near the rear of the group, covered face pointed in the direction of the stranger as she studied them.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]"Welcome," the veil wearing tigress greeted telepathically, blue orbs examining Misguidedpaw as she stepped up beside Ivystar. Bobbing her silk covered head in greeting the queen would go on to introduce herself, in a manner structured similarly to Ivystar's. Such a product. The combined effort of everyone she'd ever known. "My name is Amita, deputy here. Where are you coming from?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]"That's very kind, thank you." The tigress would utter through her silent means of communication - telepathy - the queen stepping forward to greet the allied red panda. Gifts for keeping the alliance strong through means of bribery. It seemed to be a common theme lately, but she wasn't complaining; No, that was how life worked. And, what they were being given was, in fact, quite valuable for the Havoc. Perhaps it would be a good idea to start reciprocating soon. A smile would have found it's way onto her face, had it not been for the fact that she didn't really have one anymore; Instead the veil wearing queen would nod her head, hoping that the message of gratitude was clear enough, her disfigurement hidden safely away. Both of them.

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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]The tigress would nod towards the servaline tom, blinking contemplatively from underneath her veil. "I suppose they exist because humans don't know how to get food otherwise." Like her. Oh that was quite pathetic - But at least she could eat now. At least. In any case, she realized she was stating the obvious somewhat and would turn slightly to her wagon of packaged ground meats, offering after a moment. "Does anyone want to try some?" They were smaller than her, anyway, and probably wouldn't make much of a dent in her supply. It might have been rude not to make this offer, she thought, though she wasn't sure.

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