pretty when i cry — joining

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Typically, Margaery would have been the ideal person to greet a newcomer upon the border. All smiles and charm, she knew her way around the Ascendants and could answer any inquiry that regarded her home with little to no contemplation. Genevieve, on the hand, was in no position to even be leaving her room. She was a troublemaker and someone who delighted in the pain of others. Far from a proper candidate for a welcoming team. She still sauntered up to the trio though, unfazed by the protests that sounded in the back of her mind from Margaery. In the recent days, she had stopped caring so much about what her counterpart had to say, instead relishing in the delight that came with being in the waking, conscious world once more. If Margaery was going to seize control again, she would have done it by now. Though neither of them would ever willingly admit such, they both enjoyed this little change up in power- even if none of their clanmates did.

Pausing besides Gordon, the huntress would flash a wicked smile, claws sheathing and unsheathing in anticipation. [color=#b14767]”Hello, sugar,” She extended smoothly, the sickly sweet venom lacing her words difficult to miss. A glance would be shot in the direction of her clanmates, muted intrigue flaring in her chest as she wondered how they would handle this joiner now that she was here. She already knew that she put poor little Gordon on edge. She wondered how much she could push that. [color=#b14767]”Genevieve Harper, at your service. This is the Ascendants.”