04-08-2018, 09:48 PM
Curses, there was that parrot again. At least this time, the jackal was sort of expecting it, given that it had been a week since the last time he'd heard it. Descending from the trees, Papercutter headed towards the dome, albeit a bit quicker than he had the last time; while gaining a reputation for being late might have its uses in, say, the city, it would do more harm than good here. Arriving next to Guru and Argus, he glanced up at Pincher, internally wondering if the throne was anywhere near as comfortable as the beanbags. The show of power would be well worth any stiffness, at least in the jackal's mind, but the stiffness would be severe.
The mention of promotions regained his attention, only for the call of his name to almost send him into another trance of confusion. He had already proven himself worthy of a position, even if it was only a few rungs up the ladder... he wouldn't say so aloud, but he still found that hard to believe.
Even so, he would gladly take the opportunity he was being offered. With a grin, Paper struck the ground firmly with one paw and shouted, "Bula!" Then, with a quick glance at the drink to ascertain that its color was different from the drug cocktail he'd taken the first night- one could never be too sure- he took the cup with the other paw and downed its contents.
This drink took hold far more quickly than the hallucinogens had, but the effects were far less unpleasant, the cool liquid calming every muscle in his body. With a small nod, the jackal sat back down beside Argus, but remained at attention; whatever was next, it was probably important.
The mention of promotions regained his attention, only for the call of his name to almost send him into another trance of confusion. He had already proven himself worthy of a position, even if it was only a few rungs up the ladder... he wouldn't say so aloud, but he still found that hard to believe.
Even so, he would gladly take the opportunity he was being offered. With a grin, Paper struck the ground firmly with one paw and shouted, "Bula!" Then, with a quick glance at the drink to ascertain that its color was different from the drug cocktail he'd taken the first night- one could never be too sure- he took the cup with the other paw and downed its contents.
This drink took hold far more quickly than the hallucinogens had, but the effects were far less unpleasant, the cool liquid calming every muscle in his body. With a small nod, the jackal sat back down beside Argus, but remained at attention; whatever was next, it was probably important.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo