03-20-2018, 11:00 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]In the few days that he had spent on the island so far, Papercutter had observed the various members of the two houses, but had yet to identify himself with either one. The Nautical Mile crewmates were aggressive and ready for a fight, which would fit perfectly, but they were also more used to being at sea. He considered himself to be fairly adaptable, but he wasn't sure how being on the water all day would affect him. He didn't even know if he would get seasick, which, he thought, was vital to factor in when making plans.
The Voodoo House, on the other hand, was more passive, but there seemed to be a killer instinct hiding underneath the surface in most of their members. He knew next to nothing about the occult, or really anything that could be called voodoo, but the members were land-dwelling, and knew how to deal with their enemies. Both of the houses had their pros and cons, and he wasn't sure which one had more of the former than they did of the latter.
Thus, the jackal remained at the back, gnawing absentmindedly at a crab leg and gently pressing one paw against his right ear in an attempt to shield it from the soundwaves. Hopefully it would heal sooner rather than later; while it had never been of any use to him and wouldn't become useful anytime soon, the sooner it healed, the sooner he wouldn't have to deal with the pain, or with preventing an infection.
Overhearing Daphne's call with his good ear, Papercutter lifted his head and listened in to the bengal's speech. "Hear, hear," he mumbled halfheartedly through a mouthful of scarlet crab shell. In time, he would find it in him again to be enthusiastic about the Typhoon and its members. For now, he was focused on getting through the night without accidentally aggravating his ear injury again.
The Voodoo House, on the other hand, was more passive, but there seemed to be a killer instinct hiding underneath the surface in most of their members. He knew next to nothing about the occult, or really anything that could be called voodoo, but the members were land-dwelling, and knew how to deal with their enemies. Both of the houses had their pros and cons, and he wasn't sure which one had more of the former than they did of the latter.
Thus, the jackal remained at the back, gnawing absentmindedly at a crab leg and gently pressing one paw against his right ear in an attempt to shield it from the soundwaves. Hopefully it would heal sooner rather than later; while it had never been of any use to him and wouldn't become useful anytime soon, the sooner it healed, the sooner he wouldn't have to deal with the pain, or with preventing an infection.
Overhearing Daphne's call with his good ear, Papercutter lifted his head and listened in to the bengal's speech. "Hear, hear," he mumbled halfheartedly through a mouthful of scarlet crab shell. In time, he would find it in him again to be enthusiastic about the Typhoon and its members. For now, he was focused on getting through the night without accidentally aggravating his ear injury again.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo