Posts by ambrose tormenta.

    Ambrose knew that they needed to get out more, and though they knew that "blind dates" primarily had a romantic connotation, they would take whatever they could get. They needed friends. The savannah cat padded over curiously and eyed the papers that everyone was filling out before taking up their own.


    Character Name: ambrose tormenta-million

    Age: 6 months

    Romantic/Platonic: either! but probably platonic tbh

    Sexuality: gay [interested in amab people]


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    Late as always, Ambrose rushed up to where the meeting was being held and sat themself down next to their sister, hoping that not many noticed that they had just arrived. Most of the news of the first part of the meeting went right in one ear and out the other, but the send part of the meeting was when their name was called specifically, and ears pricked up as the little Heir straightened before their mother. They had yet to tell Ver that they were getting some fighting advice from Akuma, since he didn't seem to show his face around Solaris much. Regardless, the child was glad to have an official mentor, because that meant even more training, possibly from a more reputable source. They had only heard of 9S in passing, but they tried to spot them in the crowd regardless. "I- I won't let either of you down!" they squeaked out.


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    Ambrose too knew nothing of Penny, of her escapades around Agrelos and her unfortunate interactions with some of their allies and friends. But they still admired the creature's resilience, her ability to move through the Clans without fear and without giving up on her projects. Even if they didn't know what the hell this little project was for, they knew that they still didn't have the nerve to visit half the Clans that existed. Visiting Wind Haven, a known ally and kind group of people (except for Cassiopeia, who put them off), was enough of a struggle for them. "Who's P- Penny?" asked the Heir, coming up alongside Ver and tilting her head up towards her for a moment, They then ducked down to read the note, letting out a hm of acknowledgement upon completing.


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    Ambrose had never talked personally to Ryad. They knew of the man (though he never seemed to show much interest in Ver's kids), but they kept a safe distance. Anyone who showed any signs of hesitance towards them was a red flag and a person to be ignored. They knew in the back of their mind that this may have been jumping to conclusions, and they knew that they mother trusted Ryad, as his rank suggested, but the child jut couldn't help it. They were always on edge, vigilant of something-- or someone-- that could cause him more trouble, bring him more pain. So at the news that Ryad was abdicating and leaving the Clan, Ambrose couldn't say that they felt particularly sad.

    "Good luck, wherever you end up," the savannah cat said from a distance, unsure if their words would even reach the man. He seemed a bit to caught up in his emotions to really be looking out for well-wishes or whatever. They decided to give him and Ver their moment, whatever kind of moment it was, but he couldn't help but wonder, if this guy is so torn up about leaving, then why leave? The Heir didn't know anything of the Cartel, nor their shaky relations with Solaris. They barely knew enough about their current allies as is. So Ambrose kept quiet and remained off to the side, not questioning, but not comforting either.


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    The warfare guild meeting had gotten Ambrose thinking. They wanted to be strong.

    For as long as the savannah cat had been alive, they simply wanted to get by. They wanted to survive. They wanted to get past the bullies, get away from them, get to safety. They wanted the bare minimum needed to survive. But now, as they watched the Morningstar give out her new ground rules for the Kingdom, Ambrose realized that they wanted more than that. They didn't just want to survive, they wanted to live. They wanted to feel included, feel worthy, feel strong. And they couldn't do that where they were right now. Being an Heir to the Kingdom meant having some privileges, but most of them mattered only to someone who wanted to advance in the ranks. Ambrose didn't care about their rank; they cared about how well that could hold their own. They wanted to feel like they were just any other member of the Clan, not some stuffy nobleperson who got things handed to them. That was the source of some of the bullying they had endured, even if it hadn't been the vast majority of it. The major issue was something they knew they were never going to avoid scrutiny for; but what they couldn't avoid they could fight back against.

    They knew that this was a slippery slope, and they knew damn well that this might take them down a very wrong path. But they were convinced that that wasn't going to happen. They'd get a reputable mentor with good standing in the Clan, and they'd teach them how to fight and defend themself, and then they'd transfer that experience onto an apprentice of their own, maybe. They'd become a role model, not someone to look up to out of an arbitrary necessity because they were an Heir or whatever. They wanted to earn that respect. Being forced to be respected would only breed resentment, and the child could already smell that coming from a mile away.

    But where were they going to get all this strength from? More importantly, who was going to teach them?


    // Akuma Himura


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    Ambrose found it to be a hell of a lot of work to get caught up on the new duties expected of him as a Trailblazer, even if it had been a few meetings since the child had been promoted. They didn't want to look like a slacker, not while Solaris grew ever popular as time went on, but sometimes it was just a lot for such a young child to handle. They wanted to be big and strong and smart but they were still tiny and not even old enough to old a mentor in any official manner. So the savannah cat was mostly left to their own devices when it came to getting what they wanted done. That said, the scent of the Flights brought the Heir towards the border, where they paused beside Lemonlaw as they looked over the somewhat imposing Volarian before them. "N- nice to meet you sir, I- I'm Ambrose," they greeted with a dip of their head. They cast their crimson gaze in the direction of Lemon as he asked how the Flights were doing before they returned their eyes to Rohan.


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    Ambrose was quiet during their approach, watching Preacher warily until Ver came forth with a warm greeting. It really did seem to the child that their mother knew everyone and their mother in Agrelos. Whenever someone new turned up on the border, Ver seemed to know them from the Veil or the Rogues or wherever the hell else she spent her time while she wasn't in the Kingdom. And Ambrose was awestruck and envious of her social popularity, something that the Heir had never had much success in finding (rather, they seemed to attract the opposite kind of attention). They lifted their smoky black head to the eyes of the hound and nodded to him lightly. "W- welcome. I'm Ambrose," they managed to say.


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    Ambrose too was far later to this meeting than they wanted to be, but they figured that they at least had an excuse. They had just recently gotten back from their ambassador visit to the Wind Haven (where some random overbearing feline had decided that she was going to send a bird home with them to make sure they survived the trip that they had already made once on their own just fine) and needed to make sure that the news they received made it into the right hands as soon as they got back. That was the responsible thing, yes? The savannah cat still caught onto most of their mother's words, though, arriving while she was still in the middle of promoting their Clanmates. The child wondered idly if they were ever going to get another promotion. They'd have to be stronger to be worthy of that. Maybe they needed to have a conversation with Ver soon.


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    Even though Sangria probably already knew all that there was to know about Ambrose, the feline found themself padding over to the security of his sister regardless. There were few that they felt truly safe around at present, and Sangria was one of those few, as if anyone was really surprised. The pair often hid away in one of their rooms, talking the night away about books and their dreams for the future. Sangria had already pretty much attained her goal of being a princess. Ambrose had some work to do when it came to achieving their goal of becoming strong, capable of fighting for others.

    "M- my favorite colors are red and bronze, and I like nonfiction more than fiction because I like to learn," the Heir said timidly as they approached the group. They swallowed, thinking about the final question. "And if I could change anything about myself, I'd make myself... More confident."


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    Ambrose wasn't quite old enough to be considered an apprentice just yet, but the sharpness in Andraste's voice made that not really matter. They weren't going to take the chance of making someone so serious-sounding angry, not when they had enough of a monkey on their back from people their own age. Curiosity and a small twinge of fear in their eyes, the Heir seated themself close to the side of Ver, hoping for some sort of protection from the harsh woman's words.

    As time progressed, however, the feline became more and more interested in what the guild head had to say. Training, discipline, being able to fend for oneself. They could become strong. They could finally stick up for themself. Ambrose sat up a little straighter after this, their interest certainly piqued. Even if they weren't old enough to become an apprentice yet, they'd do their damnedest to get a mentor-- formal or otherwise-- to teach them how to fight. They wondered if their special title of Heir meant that they could pull some strings to get a mentor sooner than others, or if their mother would have something else to say about that altogether. But for the first time in what felt like a long time, Ambrose felt hopeful. Hopeful that this Andraste person might be able to make a fighter out of them, someone who can defend themself and maybe even get back at the ones who hurt them.


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    Ambrose tried to stand up a little taller as some member of the Wind Haven approached them even though oh Helios they didn't think they were actually going to get this far and now they couldn't run. The savannah cat placed their paws firmly on the soft ground to keep them from shaking, and they nodded to the two who had greeted them. "Th- thank you, both of you," they replied, dipping their head politely to Ninjasexparty and Aradia. They swallowed. "Um-- it was my first time making a gift basket, so it might be kind of boring..." they mumbled, pawing the wicker basket closer to the two of them. "I put in some, um, some fruit, which uh, comes from the cacti in our territory, and some... Some herbs, from the Medicine Guild." They really needed to get some pointers from their Clanmates on this whole "ambassador" thing. "But, um... How's everything g- going around here? I don't, ah, know very much about Wind Haven, besides from what I've read."


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    Besides being brought from their birthplace in the Sanguine Ruins to their permanent home in the Solaris Kingdom, Ambrose had never left the Derelict Expanse. They were content with what they had, and they sure as hell didn't want to find any more bullies in an unfamiliar place where they'd have no means of running off and escaping to a safe area. But they also knew that they had to work to gain importance in the Kingdom. Their title of Heir was simply a superficial one in their eyes; it didn't earn them any new powers in the Clan, and it certainly didn't mean that everyone was required to respect them. They had learned that the hard way. No, they needed to do more than that to gain relevance (and the protection that high status brought). So as soon as they were promoted to Trailblazer, Ambrose went on the hunt for more ways to prove themself. Becoming an ambassador was a clear first step.

    The basket that the bat-winged savannah cat carried was nearly as big as they were, but they didn't seem to notice or mind very much. As they made their was across Orcadia, out of the Expanse, they hummed contentedly around the handle of the wicker basket. Mostly, it was a distraction to keep them from worrying about how they could be pounced on at any minute and never seen again. Thankfully, the universe seemed to have other ideas this time around. When the Heir reached the border of Wind Haven (as made evident by the strong smell of the scent barrier that they nearly walked clean into), they set down the basket and took a long look around. It was about as different from the Expanse as the world could possibly get, and it was exciting. It almost made them forget that they would have to interact with other people here while on this trip. Bummer.

    "H- Hello?" called the child, to anyone who might be within earshot. "Um, Ambrose f- from the Solaris Kingdom here... I- I've brought gifts!"


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    Unlike their sister, Ambrose was not one to leave the Kingdom, or even their room, very much. The whole world was still just a lot to them, and they seemed to have the misfortune of running into people who didn't particularly care for them every time they dared to venture far from their mother's side. So that wasn't a very common occurrence, naturally. It was a survival instinct more than anything.

    As soon as the child had gotten their own room, they made it into their sanctuary. It was warm and comfortable and offered Ambrose all the luxuries that they weren't afforded while in the critical public eye. It was the one place where the Heir could truly feel like themself, so they stayed their often, even neglecting their Trailblazer duties sometimes. And they read and read and read like no tomorrow. They were a highly proficient reader long before they could even comprehend some of the meanings of what they were reading, but they didn't mind. It made them feel smart, and feeling smart made them feel like they had a leg up on some of the bullies. Ambrose's eager mind didn't discriminate-- any book they came across, no matter the genre or intended audience, could be their next victim.

    As for fairytales, they had always been partial to The Sword in the Stone, a magical story of an underdog suddenly becoming King of Camelot. This was the book that the Heir would bring along with them to Sangria's room, tucked away in a bag that had been hastily thrown over their shoulder as they rushed along, not wanting to be late. When they reached her door, a hesitant knocking sound could be heard, followed by the soft call of, "It's just me."


    //omg im so sorry for this being so late DFJNDFJNFJNK


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