MONTHLY MEETING [SEPTEMBER 2020]

[roan ;]

Huh, it seemed as though they were late. Either way, Roan found that he didn't care much about how early or late they were as he padded into the gathering place, flanked by Michael. Both the soothsayer and reaver took a moment to just take in their surroundings, along with all of those that had gathered. However, Roan's attention was snatched by the sound of Vigenere's voice in the air, which caused the siamese's ears to pin down against his skull. He had disliked the other leader ever since he had gotten captured, and Goldie had been forced to go and rescue him. If his own group didn't even want to go and get him, it was obvious that he wasn't worth much. Shooting a glance back at Michael to let him know they were splitting up, the soothsayer made his way over to where his mother was, standing a bit below where all of the leaders were gathered. Wings shifting, Roan cleared his throat and spoke firmly – and pointedly – towards Vigenere, "I would recommend less worrying about Typhooners and yellow shitheads, and more time worrying about yourself. Try not to get captured again, so that Goldenluxury doesn't need to save your ass." Not interested in exchanging any more words with anyone until he was addressed, the medic simply settled down near the base of the tree. He was here to listen to the business and offer his insight as a healer, not deal with petty bickering.

Michael, meanwhile, didn't really want to stir up more trouble. It was definitely entertaining watching all of the nonsense going down, but it really was kind of ridiculous... they were supposed to be leaders, right? Save for his sister, anyways, who wasn't actually a proper leader yet. However, he was still extremely proud of her, and glad to see that she had stepped up while Goldie needed... some time off. Making his way throughout the crowd, the thief slowly took in all that were there. Gael, Roxie, Vigenere, Seamus, someone named Vale, and... wait. Who were they? He had never seen Hani and Alani before, and everyone was talking about some fourth group, known as Elysium. Unable to keep the clear confusion from his face, Michael moved to sit down before he spoke up, "I... excuse me? What's Elysium? Is that a real place?" The reaver felt like this was all some sort of coordinated practical joke. He wasn't sure he had ever heard of a place called Elysium, outside of Diya mentioning it once or twice as part of her past. He had always assumed that it was just some little hidden loner group within the uncharted lands, but it turned out that they were one of the four major groups. Not only that, but they had a pair of really strange looking leaders now? Man, this gathering was already pretty damn interesting.

ROAN Ó FOALÁIN-ROUX - THE TYPHOON - SOOTHSAYER

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