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    Heavensdoor approached at Fireghost's call, thankful that for once they were holding a normal meeting. Unlike their usual antics, lining up in color order was something he could get behind, and so his eyes scanned the line from Amara, Marrok, and then to Grave. In his mind, he'd be on the end since white was the opposite of black, and it seemed like there was a bit of a gradient going on beginning with white, going down some lighter and darker shades of warm colors, all the way down to black. His artistic mind told him this gradient had to be perfect, so he sat himself at the front of the line next to the golden-furred Amara, looking down it once more and concluding he had picked the right spot.

    Heavensdoor wasn't exactly sure what compelled him to host weekly tasks, but there he was, waiting for his groupmates to show up and request one from him. Maybe it was just in hope that he could give people weird tasks and see what they did with them, just out of curiosity. Now that it was summer, though, he was sure he could think of some season-related activities to brighten up the Sanctuary a bit.


    He was sure everyone knew he was giving out tasks by then, as he had been quick to tell people beforehand, so all he had to do was hope everyone else remembered. Maybe that was him being overly optimistic when it came to the more head-in-the-clouds types that roamed the Sanctuary, but he was sure even the most forgetful could figure it out eventually. So, he silently waited for the inevitable crowd to form around him, asking for whatever task he had in store for them.

    He was first greeted by an unfamiliar face, Namjoon, who offered him a spot at their camp for the night. He was almost about to accept this invitation before another arrived in the small crowd, Sangria herself. He had met the Dawningcrown only once when she herself had been getting caught up with Solaris Kingdom's ambassador duties, but she seemed quite kind, a figure worthy of calling herself Queen. Then, there was Merlot, someone he also didn't recognize, but seeing new faces and meeting new people every time he made these trips was never a surprise. Honestly, it was expected.


    Heavensdoor put on his professional attitude, as he always did when it came to his visits. "Thank you for the offer, but I'd rather be going soon, I'm afraid," he answered Namjoon's offer, not because he didn't like being in Solaris Kingdom but because he didn't want to miss out on anything happening back at his home, "as for what we've been doing, we're still dealing with our zombie problem, but we've been busy making traps and trying to subdue them.". He couldn't really think of much else the Sanctuary had been doing since he last arrived, so he left it at that.

    Well, there sure was quite a large turn up despite him saying absolutely nothing. Thankfully, though, it seemed that he was correct in saying his message got across.


    First was Chi, whose antics usually annoyed him most of the time, but at the same time, he wanted to give the little fox wisp a chance to do something fun. " mischievouswonders; , Since it's been getting a bit hot outside as of late, why don't you host a water balloon fight? Just make sure nobody gets seriously injured,".


    Next was Felix, who he had mixed feelings about, but those feelings leaned more towards curiosity than anything else. Sometimes, he wondered what went on in that brain of his, and it left a surprisingly large impression when, in passing conversation, he would mention his interest in conspiracies and things of that nature. " VIDEO  , you enjoy conspiracy theories, don't you? How about you have a little group discussion about them and see what other people think,".


    Ah, Maxine Lial. Despite not speaking to her much, he was aware of her mentor position towards Cessna, and he was quite curious to see how her skills as a mentor were. "  Maxine Lial  , you can host a swordsmanship training session, find some practice swords and teach us a few tricks,".


    Amara was someone he hadn't seen in quite some time, but one thing he did remember was her booth at the Cheese Festival quite some time ago, and he also remembered the baked goods she had set up at her booth. " FLORA!  , I remember your baking being quite a hit at the Cheese Festival those few months ago, how about you show us your favorite food to make?".


    Next was Roman, who, frankly, he didn't know much about. They were both on the quiet side, not speaking much unless spoken to, so that was only inevitable, he supposed. Well, if he couldn't think of anything Roman liked, why couldn't he just ask? "  Lilias.  I always see you participating in other things people are good at, so why don't you show us one of your interests instead, or maybe a hidden talent, if you have one,".


    Then, there was Writtenwish, who was a completely unfamiliar face. Except for her similarity to Felix as he looked back and forth between them. She didn't seem to like being in the spotlight too much, though, so he would give her an easy task to accomplish that she'd hopefully enjoy. " writtenwish.  , you and a few other people can paint rocks and put them around the cabins outside the Gaia,".


    Last, Maruki the therapist. To be quite honest, Hev wasn't exactly sure what a therapist was supposed to do, but he did know that they usually cared about helping people and making sure everyone's happy, so hopefully Maruki had some knowledge as to how to conduct the task he was going to be given. " MARUKI.  , why don't you host some team-building activities for us to do?".


    //im sorry these are so bad DJSKDJ and if you want a different task that's no problem just ask me !!

    One of the most knowledgeable people in the Sanctuary about being an ambassador was, and not to brag, probably Heavensdoor himself. That's what he believed anyway, as he had somehow been able to stay on top of his duties despite everything else going on around the group itself. He had come back quite recently from a visit to Solaris Kingdom, actually, so it was fresh in his mind what he brought in his gift basket. Though, like Felix, he didn't actually understand the point of bringing one every time you visited whatever group you're the ambassador for, he did it anyway.


    He was about to pipe up himself and offer herbs as a suggestion, but that was probably a basic thing everyone brought, so that suggestion was said for him. Thinking about herbs, though, he remembered the ones he brought with him to Solaris Kingdom most of the time, remembered going to the same spot to pick clovers and mint. "If bringing herbs is what interests you, I'd probably bring some that don't grow natively in Shadow Veil," he suggested.

    Hev couldn't help the grin that spread on his face as Grave matched her energy with his. It was a strange thing, him joking around with people, for he was usually the one telling people to stop with their jokes, saying that they're being too loud and disrupting him. But, well, if he was just with one person, someone he considered a friend, he wouldn't mind acting a bit less high-strung around them.


    "Well, I'm glad to hear that my teachings have been useful to you," he commented after Grave mentioned her past circle trouble, once again looking over her map before giving a suggestion, "more detail is always nice, I'd like to think, it makes it more clear as to where exactly your markers are around the territory.". After all, a confusing map wasn't exactly a useful map, in his mind. If you can't tell where you're going, how are you supposed to use it?


    Grave's cheese comment prompted a sigh out of Heavensdoor as he remembered the hyper-realistic cheese drawings he had created in order to track down where the traps were. Perhaps he overdid it, for they were just pictures of cheese, but that was simply his nature. "Oh, yes, I have been working on those cheese drawings for the traps," he confirmed, "and, by the time I'm done, I'll have half a sketchbook full of them.". With that, he began to flip through his own sketchbook, flipping through at least ten drawings that were just pictures of cheese. At least the project was a memorable one, he supposed.

    Ever since that day Heavensdoor had witnessed Lamenting spirit eat a wisp, it always bugged him in the back of his mind what Chi had really thought about it. Of course, he could guess based on the spirit's reaction to the scene, but the little fox didn't seem like one to openly admit his true feelings, to shed away his playful nature and show he was someone much more than that, with a complex brain just as living beings had. Hev always thought being a wisp was a simple life, never fearing death for it had already shown up on your doorstep, being able to live in peace forever with the Gaia tree, but it seemed he was wrong. Wisps were prey for hungry spirits just as mice were prey for cats, gobbled down in one bite as if they never had a presence on the land at all.


    Though he hadn't showed up at Chi's call, his attention was caught as he spied a piece of expertly-folded origami floating in the air, that paper picturing an eight-headed dragon. He completely forgot about whatever he had set out to do that day as his eyes lay upon the red paper, watching purple paper flames flutter from it's mouth and onto the ground. He wasn't entranced out of confusion, but a strange feeling of familiarity as he heard the dragon's name. He was sure he had heard of the story Chi told somewhere, of the vicious Orochi and his desire to consume a fair Japanese girl. Perhaps his parents had told him that story once in his youth, but then again, his parents were a distant memory just as this story was.


    Perhaps if he stayed to watch the rest of the story, he would remember, so he approached the group with curious eyes, awaiting what origami creation Chi would fold up next.

    His eyes first landed on Joshua, a face he had seen a few times, though those few times had been just a bit ago in the grand scheme of things. "  joshua-  , you can host a picnic. Find a blanket and snacks and set it up somewhere around the territory,".


    Cessna was a face he had only heard of from her mentor, Maxine, and watching as she strayed away from the crowd, he could tell why Chi was so surprised to find this out when Maxine had joined. "  Cessna  , why don't you host a game for everyone to participate in, like truth or dare or anything of that nature,"

    Heavensdoor was never one for fighting. Ever. Well, physically anyway. He never quite understood the point of it. Physical fights didn't solve problems, in his eyes, they simply made more. Maybe he thought that because he never had to deal with conflict much in his life, with living in practical isolation for a majority of his life, the only fights he ever got into were when someone refused to pay him for his artwork. However, with the lingering threat of zombies and enemy clans, he supposed it was about time to actually learn some sort of battle technique.


    And, of course, this course was about fighting an opponent larger than yourself. As he joined the crowd, he looked around to everyone else gathered, seeing that they were, as expected, all larger than him. Except Rosie, but he had to wonder why a ghost would even need to fight at all. "I'd like to participate," he stated simply, awaiting more to join the crowd before Percy's lesson began.

    There had been a lot of joiners as of late, and though that wasn't a bad thing, Hev had to wonder exactly how he would keep up with all of the new faces. It wasn't that he was bad with names or anything, he was just quite surprised by the sheer number of new faces.


    This joiner, Showstopper, seemed like a curious creature, claiming that there were some "secrets" to be found within the Sanctuary. "What Felix said; if you're looking for secrets, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," he told the savannah, stepping into the crowd next to Felix, "my name is Heavensdoor, welcome to the Sanctuary.".

    With thinking of this weekly task, Heavensdoor honestly felt like a genius. Not that it was exactly a hard thing to conjure in his mind, giving people tasks that actually interested them, but he was also genuinely curious about Maxine's skill in handling a sword. The last time he had seen anyone with a sword was when Erdrick was still around, and now that the angelic lion had announced his leaving, the next best to show any swordsmanship was Maxine.


    He arrived next to Alaia wordlessly, assuming Maxine would know why he was there. He was sure using a sword would be an easy task for him having telekinesis and all that. It would be just like holding one of his drawing utensils, and though the pen was quite the more mighty weapon in his eyes, perhaps this information would be useful someday if he ever needed to pick up a sword.

    Showstopper was yet another new face in the Sanctuary's growing crowd, and as Hev knew, he had only joined a couple days ago. He didin't really know much about the savannah, so all he could do was hope he enjoyed his task. "  SHOWSTOPPER T.M  , why don't you and a couple others go tend to the tulip garden. Ever since Adeline had fallen ill, I don't believe it's been taken care of recently,".


    Looking to Percy, he thought that maybe he should've given the aggressive lion a more peaceful task as he did with Showstopper. After all, Hev knew of what happened during a weekly task not too long ago, and he didn't want the dummy situation to be repeated. " PERCY VAN D.  , you can host a yoga session. Play some peaceful music, get some troubles off your mind. Sounds fun, right?".

    It was quite impossible to deny the sheer number of new joiners that had appeared within the Sanctuary's ranks, as of late. It was hard to keep track of it all, for Heavensdoor anyway. He was so accustomed to the smaller group of Sancturians he had interacted with a majority of the time that it was a bit strange to now feel lost in a sea of faces.


    So, he decided to do a "meet and greet". Grave had done one once before, and that's what she called it, though at that time, there were much less new members then there were at the current moment. As much as he was usually closed off and untrusting, he decided that it would probably be good to at least get to know some of the new faces around camp.


    "I'm hosting a meet and greet here!" he called, not aimed at anyone particular, just whoever wanted to join, just state your name and an interesting fact about yourself if you'd like to as well. My name is Heavensdoor, and I am an honor here.".


    //now for the ooc part, you can pretty much just say whatever you want to introduce yourself

    hey everyone !! i'm puddinghead or just pudding for short, and i've been around on and off this site since 2012 !! i'm 18 years old and i use she/her pronouns. i'm also going to be a freshman in college starting in august, and i am studying as a mass communications major !! outside of ff, i take voice lessons and i also just started teaching myself how to play guitar !! during the school year, i was also in my school's environmental club and i was a host on a weekly news show at my school !! i'm very excited to talk to all you new people and meet all your characters !!

    Heavensdoor seemed to hail from an untainted world, guarded from dark beings that lurked in the deepest corners of the mind, blissfully unaware of the struggles that came with being a living, breathing creature. He could hide from what frightened him behind blank canvases and empty pages, scribbling out his anxieties until his pencil point snapped and the ink in his pen went dry. On the outside, it would seem like an easy, ideal life, like floating down a lazy river on a summer day, but there was always a sort of pinprick at the back of his mind, an empty space within his brain that left plot holes in his life.


    When the scent of iron would hit his nose, he froze. When his eyes landed upon the crimson liquid, slowly flowing, his stomach churned. But, why? In his mind, he had no reason why he should dread the sight of blood, but he couldn't fight how it filled him with unease.


    He had never seen anyone else react to something so extremely than Roman, fleeing at the mention of Thunderlands' old leaders and their deeds. Heavensdoor believed himself to be the only coward of their clan, but there was Roman, a war-weary soldier, sprinting from words. It intrigued him, watching the fox as he disappeared from the meeting, but it was also strangely reassuring, seeing that he wasn't the only one trying to escape something that couldn't be left behind.


    For now, though, he could be found in his room, as usual, working away at whatever project interested him at the current moment. Right then, it was sketches of cheese, apparently useful for identifying zombie traps. He probably had half a sketchbook full of them, anticipating the need of one for every time a trap went off.


    He almost began starting on his next piece when he heard a knock on his door and a voice later accompanying it; Roman's voice. Well, maybe he was a bit busy, but he had to wonder what exactly Roman, the quiet, distant Roman, would want. Hev didn't give an answer, approaching the door himself and opening it, facing Roman before replying. "I'm not," he answered simply, "why, am I needed for anything?".

    Why did he draw nature, of all things? It truly was a question he had never pondered over before. That's just what he always did, he supposed, used reality as inspiration. If he saw a moment in time that he wanted to capture forever, he would, it was that simple. As much as memory was reliable, sometimes creating the picture in your head on a medium that existed within the physical universe was what held that image in your mind for so long, even after the art itself was worn by the passage of time each day. It could prevent voids in his brain, empty slots where memories used to be that he could barely dig up anymore. And, as much as he pretended like it wasn't true, when his time came to part ways with the Sanctuary, he'd like to keep the time he spent there from becoming lost in his mind.


    That was... much too deep to say, though. So, he opted for the simple explanation. "It simply looks pleasing to the eye. That's one reason why art was created, after all," he shrugged, "but, really, you could make art out of anything, no matter what it is.". His mind was drawn back for a second in time when he had been looking for inspiration and came across the concept of splatter painting. All it was was just pouring paint over a canvas, and you didn't have to be an artist to do that, but it was still art nonetheless.


    By the way Percy hesitated, he turned back to the lion from his canvas with furrowed brows. "So, just out of curiosity, have you ever stopped, and really stopped, to look at nature at all?". He wouldn't be surprised if Percy said "no". Everyone had their interests, he supposed, but at the same time, Hev could never imagine seeing anything as beautiful as a rainbow passing through the sky or a blooming bed of flowers and just... walking right past. It was a different view of the world Percy had from his, he supposed.

    He gave a small chuckle at Grave's amazement, and though he couldn't really tell if she was still playing along with his own joking tone or was genuinely impressed, he'd like to think she was the latter of the two emotions. "I just hope I have enough, though. Hopefully, none of them blow away or get messed up when they're on the traps," he mused, though it was probably obvious to an outside source that he had more drawings than he needed. He gazed at one of his cheese drawings one more time before closing his sketchbook, now intent on assisting Grave with her symbol drawing. "What can I say, I might just be an expert cheese-drawer," he grinned in a joking boast before taking the pencil Grave offered, not really thinking about the fact that he had a much sharper one suitable for drawing on hand.


    He got to work immediately, identifying where Grave had marked the traps and drawing mini cheese pictures over them. Honestly, he had to wonder how he hadn't gotten tired of drawing cheese yet, but he really did like to be useful. He wasn't large or battle-oriented like Grave was, nor did he have knowledge of herbs and healing, so sometimes he felt as if he was lacking in assisting around the clan. Therefore, if he had an opportunity to do anything of use that was in his skill level, he would do it.


    At Grave's mention of a lake reference, he quickly reopened his sketchbook and turned to an earlier page not yet tainted by all his cheese drawings. "Of course, I do," he nodded, "I believe I've created more lake drawings than cheese drawings in my time here.". He propped the sketchbook up on Grave's desk, hoping it wasn't too small that she couldn't make out the details.


    He almost got back to drawing until Grave had asked another question of him, one that was simple but still a complicated one to answer. Being so internal, his mind was filled by many things, and it was quite hard to make sense of it all. He wasn't used to many things in the Sanctuary, though he had been a consistent figure for a bit of time. Battle training made him fearful of some sort of war, the threat of zombies overtaking the territory loomed closer every day, not to mention the internal anxieties he had over things that he'd never known that he would care about. "I've been alright," he shrugged, that being all he'd put in about his feelings, "it's hard to feel content, what with this zombie problem, but it'll pass eventually and... well, with you helping us all out, I'm sure we'll be fine.". That was weird. Why did he say that? Perhaps he had let his mouth move on it's own for a bit too long, his tongue loosened by all the lightheartedness he had shown to Grave, so he quickly got back to work, scribbling away at his next little cheese drawing.