07-02-2018, 08:40 PM
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[b]☾ IOTA [abbr="self-reference, thoughts"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] PROXY ☾
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Iota was quite surprised to see the courtly arrival of Fenris as he approached the sizzling flame, the crackling of the wood as it burned soothing her as more of her Tangler friends approached. The fae giggled lightly at his joke, quite content with the notion that she would be able to spend some quality time with the war god-turned-clan dad. "Well, there's always time to try something new, right?" She sighed lightly, stretching and lying down softly on her piece of torn cloth. "Yeah, I wanted to try a little something to bring all of us together. Seems like all anyone does around here is work, so I just wanted to bring in a little relaxation time and fun." She tilted her head, the petals atop her head waving from the force of the raging fire as she stared into its glowing depths. "Plus, I kinda wanted to learn a lil' more about everyone. I'm not exactly the most outgoing Tangler."
She was right; most of the time, the only times she'd come out of her shell were when Nayru or Beck were around. Other than that, she spent most of her time holed up in her conservatory. "I've planned something like this for a little while now, but all my other attempts at a social fell short. Probably 'cause there was work involved." She giggled lightly again, poking fun at her Tangler friends. "So, I decided to set this little get-together on my own. I want us to connect, y'know? Really breathe together as one clan, and not just a band of misfits ..." She choked on her words. "... I-I mean, friends." She blushed slightly, her head turning away from the war god. She didn't really have the right to call them misfits, since she herself was her own flavor of strange. It wasn't that it was a bad thing, but she didn't want to sound hostile.
Next to join the reception was Malphas. Iota didn't know much about the Chaser, other than he wasn't exactly "healthy," by her standards at least. A cannibal who only feasted on the bodies of the long-dead. But, who was she to judge? She'd probably done far worse things in her life. She welcomed the tattered cat, sliding a lukewarm bottle of booze his way. "Come now, Nayru, he's allowed to have just a little fun. I want him to stay, even if it means giving away all my booze to some brat." She smirked, nudging Malphas lightly as she joked about with him. "Glad you came. I know you're not the most social person either, we're not so different."
Vigenere was next, his arrival also surprising Iota. She didn't know much about him either, but hopefully with the help of the party, she'd know a bit more about her guests. The thought excited her; she'd be making much closer connections by the time the party ended. She'd have more people to rely on, and more people to protect. Her heart pounded in delight. "Hey there, Viggy. Grab yourself a cloth somewhere and enjoy the fire." She nudged yet another bottle of alcohol towards the yellow-pelted kitten, lips curled as she smiled lightly at her fellow proxy. "You want some? There's plenty to go around."
Nayru came, without a doubt. She was quite excited to see her there at the fire, although her intentions of starting the party were beyond wanting to connect with the sawbone a little more (although, she did want to, but she wasn't the sole reason for the party's creation). A genuine smile was painted across the blue feline's face as she entered, brushing against her and returning to her seating arrangement, gesturing towards a spot next to her to sit in. Way to be subtle ...
She opened the boxes of marshmallows and candies with sharp claws and prepared a few of the leftover sticks from the fire for skewering. "I'd like some, too. I never had the chance to try them at Beck's meeting, so I thought 'why not make them here?'" She licked her teeth at the thought of scarfing down some sweets; it had been ages since she had a sugary treat, so these "schmoes" sounded like quite the delight. "You guys can dig in first, if you remember how Beck did it. I'll wait!"
She was right; most of the time, the only times she'd come out of her shell were when Nayru or Beck were around. Other than that, she spent most of her time holed up in her conservatory. "I've planned something like this for a little while now, but all my other attempts at a social fell short. Probably 'cause there was work involved." She giggled lightly again, poking fun at her Tangler friends. "So, I decided to set this little get-together on my own. I want us to connect, y'know? Really breathe together as one clan, and not just a band of misfits ..." She choked on her words. "... I-I mean, friends." She blushed slightly, her head turning away from the war god. She didn't really have the right to call them misfits, since she herself was her own flavor of strange. It wasn't that it was a bad thing, but she didn't want to sound hostile.
Next to join the reception was Malphas. Iota didn't know much about the Chaser, other than he wasn't exactly "healthy," by her standards at least. A cannibal who only feasted on the bodies of the long-dead. But, who was she to judge? She'd probably done far worse things in her life. She welcomed the tattered cat, sliding a lukewarm bottle of booze his way. "Come now, Nayru, he's allowed to have just a little fun. I want him to stay, even if it means giving away all my booze to some brat." She smirked, nudging Malphas lightly as she joked about with him. "Glad you came. I know you're not the most social person either, we're not so different."
Vigenere was next, his arrival also surprising Iota. She didn't know much about him either, but hopefully with the help of the party, she'd know a bit more about her guests. The thought excited her; she'd be making much closer connections by the time the party ended. She'd have more people to rely on, and more people to protect. Her heart pounded in delight. "Hey there, Viggy. Grab yourself a cloth somewhere and enjoy the fire." She nudged yet another bottle of alcohol towards the yellow-pelted kitten, lips curled as she smiled lightly at her fellow proxy. "You want some? There's plenty to go around."
Nayru came, without a doubt. She was quite excited to see her there at the fire, although her intentions of starting the party were beyond wanting to connect with the sawbone a little more (although, she did want to, but she wasn't the sole reason for the party's creation). A genuine smile was painted across the blue feline's face as she entered, brushing against her and returning to her seating arrangement, gesturing towards a spot next to her to sit in. Way to be subtle ...
She opened the boxes of marshmallows and candies with sharp claws and prepared a few of the leftover sticks from the fire for skewering. "I'd like some, too. I never had the chance to try them at Beck's meeting, so I thought 'why not make them here?'" She licked her teeth at the thought of scarfing down some sweets; it had been ages since she had a sugary treat, so these "schmoes" sounded like quite the delight. "You guys can dig in first, if you remember how Beck did it. I'll wait!"
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