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"how 'bout me, chi-sama?" if he were to get a task he just hopes it's not something that will end up with him hurt again. he doubts chicagocrimes would anyhow, he trusted the girl firmly. the battered doberman settles himself down, docked tail wagging slowly as he offers a small smile in his friend's direction.

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the gaia ceremony. it was something he had originally been uninterested in joining, instead deciding if one was to be ever held, he would just sit to the side and observe. when he approaches, he sees their colors, their personalities as they sit on or drift past the willow's branches. he is not sure why, but his nerves are terrible today. he had never felt anxiety like this before - no, not even when he had been jumped by lockdown earlier last week - but it was more or less a welcomed feeling to have in this circumstances. peering up at the colored orbs as they came and went, he somehow manages a calm face as his gaze eventually shifts onto chicagocrimes, who he was sure would be conducting the ceremony today.

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coming across betrayal was probably one of the more interesting things he's done today. he wasn't really permitted to do anything apart from aimlessly walking about and he could hardly do that without some worried sanctuarian breathing down his neck. he appreciated the concern, really, it was sweet and everything - but he wasn't fragile. betrayal's own arrival was enough to shake him ( literally and metaphorically ) out of his thinking. he had been in an habitual process of feeling bad about what he's done to the exiles but after everything that's happened, he was truly feeling conflicted about whether or not he should even feel bad. the thought itself made him feel worse off, so he was somewhat grateful for the distraction.

as curiosity was within his nature, the pale colored doberman makes his way towards the sounds' location and what - or rather, who - he finds makes him raise his brows in surprise. he . . . didn't really know what he was looking at, to be frank, so he couldn't exactly pin what this creature was. some sort of reptile, he would guess though judging from the scaling. he exhales, expression easing into something far more natural as a lazy smile brings itself up onto his features as he moves to nudge betrayal lightly with a paw. "hey . . . wakey-wakey. gotta get your name, dude." survivalinstinct didn't really get the memo that this guy was perhaps one of the scariest looking things he's ever encountered. ah, well, there was no fear to be had in val anyhow. an adventurer such as himself had nothing of that sort.

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val approaches shortly thereafter, hearing a little bit of commotion nearby whilst he had been taking a drink from a nearby stream. it sounded like a clan had dropped off an invitation to some sort of event . . . well, that would be certainly fun, wouldn't it? however, the harbinger doesn't think he would even be able to make the trip to solaris kingdom, wherever that was. he limps over until he is at chica's side, nudging her lightly with an elbow and saying, "can you carry me over there, chi-sama?" a light smile is playful upon his lips, docked tail wagging as he winces at the soreness in his side. oof - after this, he was going to have to sit down before he tired himself out.

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which clan was the closest to them currently? was it the cartel? he doesn't think he was the cartel's ambassador, but he didn't think he'd be able to travel anywhere out of the general delos area lest he wants to reopen his partially healed wounds. "uh . . . i think i'll go to the cartel!" he calls from his spot near the back, raising his paw into the air to make sure chicagocrimes saw him and took note of where he was going. she might . . . not let him go, but he'll do whatever he wanted.

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a corner of his lip twitches as the half smile is returned, earning something of a chuckle from the doberman as he relaxes into a more comfortable seat. he knows nothing of the tenseness that sat taut between kreiger and chicagocrimes, as somewhat oblivious as he appeared to be, he he must know that what he's done had certainly passed between gossiping lips at one time. his brows furrow at the thought but before he could dwell on it any longer, his friend goes on with what was expected to come.

she starts with the usual and it seems like they have had a lot of people come through as of this week. he finds a warm feeling blossoming in his heart. there were new faces to meet and befriend and he hopes he gets to meet everyone and eventually introduce himself despite his current injuries weighing him down. he offers a small smile to those who were welcomed as chica continues with rank changes. michael was freed of the worm title - good for that dude, eh? - and destrian and arizona were sadly demoted from their positions. of course, there was always a chance they could regain what had been theirs and he finds positivity in that. kreiger got an much deserved shoutout and praufyx was promoted to harbinger - just like he had been some weeks ago! the kid was really making a splash, wasn't he? he flashes the boy a grin before his attention is caught once again by chicagocrimes but only because his name had been said. nothing follows, just a request to speak privately.

he blinks, head turning to the side, and confusion finds it way onto his face, but whatever concern managed to see the light of day fades away quickly. he is sure he's not in trouble ( what for, apart from being a bit too careless with the exiles? ), and so he merely shrugs his shoulders. "huh, okay." he says, rolling shoulders back.

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/ rip, rushed as hecc

it is meeting time because he hears chicagocrimes yelling across the camp. the adventurer was attempting to get what sleep he could get after being jumped by lockdown when his friend's voice, rolling like thunder and sudden like lightning, quite literally made him jump out of his bed. the doberman, probably sporting a new bruise on his haunches, wearily makes his way forth at the shepard's call, blinking the sleep out of his eyes slowly as he comes to stand where he usually did - up front and center. he lowers himself into a seat, verdant luminaries settled upon chicagocrimes. he offers his usual smile of greeting, docked tail twitching faintly.

survivalinstinct : nah dude, you don't wanna even breathe wrong in his direction. oh no, it's not because he'll flying dragon kick you in your nose or throw you halfway across the world - no, this guy's untouchable because if you hurt him you definitely won't be seeing the light of day again. his friends will absolutely guarantee that. oh, and i guess he can serve your own ass on a silver platter with a smile on his face too, but that's an alternative if you don't want to immediately get murked :^))))

it has only been half a day? time was inching by slowly for survivalinstinct and it seemed to enjoy torturing him for a fun pastime. he finds himself quickly missing the company of those he was familiar with, but doctor's orders restrict him to strict long periods of rest and nourishment to regain strength and begin the process of wounds closing on their own. such a elongated process, one val found himself not enjoying as much, but he admits - it was partially his fault ( okay, mostly his fault ) and was grateful that karma came swift and had not taken its sweet time. though truthfully, he wasn't as worried about his own condition as he perhaps should be. when he was awake, his mind wondered to his clanmates - friends that were present when they discovered him barely hanging on. chicagocrimes. dear lord, what was she doing? probably spitting venomous words at the doctor that forbade anyone from seeing him prematurely.

yeah, he could see that.

he is sleeping now though as there was not much else to do but think. thinking got boring for val quickly. thoughts tumbling back and forth through his mind were not well perceived nor welcomed, so he simply carried himself to sleep. survivalinstinct is in a light slumber when chica arrives for a visit, and he remains oblivious as she prods him in his side. "now i am . . ." the boy mumbles with muzzle pushed into soft bedding, grassy green eyes rolling to settle upon his visitor. "'m up." a yawn leaves parted jaws as he slowly sits up, bones creaking in protest, muscles sore. he reeks of bitter herbs and looks as if death is haunting him. "'ey there, chi." he breathes his greeting, "how're ya?"

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words pass through chica's lips and val tries his damnedest to listen in and cling onto every word that was released into the air. unsurprisingly, he finds it hard to focus, but he manages to make sense of a few things. names were called for what he assumed would be shoutouts and promotions and he nods approvingly towards those, giving a slight hum of congratulations, but all well-meaning smiles and nudges are paused momentarily as he registers his name among those who were promoted. him? beat up, sickly little him promoted to newt? he wishes he was feeling one hundred percent so he could stand tall and not be pathetically hunched over in pain like he is now - oh well, he doesn't truly mind in the end, did he? in the end, he is deeply grateful and uncharacteristically flattered, as told by the sheepish smile that adorn pale features. "oh man, am i honored chi-sama . . . thanks." the doberman calls before heavier news are dumped unto them.

jade had been murdered. murdered - on their territory? who would want to disturb the brief peace they have had and in such a venomous way? murder . . . never sat right with survivalinstinct. it was horrible and just uncalled for lest that person deserved death themselves. he shakes his head sadly, a slight huff leaving him. chicagocrimes goes on to announce a tradition he has yet to really know of yet - the hunt. it sounded foreboding and he knew for sure he wouldn't be able to participate - he could hardly hold his own against a leaf! however, he acknowledges it with a slightly nod. good luck to whoever was participating, then. he wonders now if chicagocrimes was fairing alright. she seems burdened by this sudden loss of an former lover. val could only imagine what sort of anger was searing her heart.

with the meeting dismissed, the newly promoted newt departs slowly on aching bones.

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val had healed up enough from his wounds to be able to walk around without having to limp so heavily or wince in pain every five minutes due to him moving something wrong. he was glad all of that rest paid off despite how utterly boring it was to laze about all day without getting even one thing done. he was a deputy now - surely chica would expect him to still do his duties even if he was at a slight disadvantage, right? the pale doberman wanders forth on a solo patrol, verdant gaze trailing nothing in particular until they fall upon the invitation that aurum had pinned up nearby. pierced ears shifting forward upon his head, survivalinstinct immediately goes to investigate.

ah . . . and invitation from the solaris kingdom. he does not think he has met anyone from the clan, nor has he ever visited. perhaps . . . perhaps he should change that, huh? he was still an adventurer - he couldn't put off his travels forever now could he? he bobs his head, calling over his shoulder once he finished reading, "hey guys! we've been cordially invited to an event by, uh . . ." he squints at the name, "aurum from solaris kingdom. ah . . . feel free to go, i guess." maybe he could go this time and his injuries wouldn't slow him down any.

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