07-23-2018, 12:43 PM
[size=9pt]Moon won't deny it-- Warringkindoms stepping down disrupts the... Good vibes or whatever. He really, really liked her. She was so composed, she so clearly knew her shit. He'd kind of idolized her, and now she was stepping down. The lion frowned, taken off guard by the announcement. His gaze flikered throughout the crowd, wondering how the rest of those gathered, who had known her longer, would react, before the femme continued speaking and his attention was grabbed yet again.
His name was called, alongside the rest that competed, but a part of him felt it was just highlighting the contestants. He had little hope; it was clear to him that there was no chance he'd get the position. He wasn't bothered much. He'd given it a try mostly to get back into his old hobbies, the thing he genuinely loved to do. Not to climb the ranks. He had borderline accepted the reality by the time Imperia and Shininglight's names were called, for Cleric, no less, and at that point his composure was gone to the wind.
Instantly perking up, his messy mane rose above the crowd to get a look out for Imperia, and upon finding her, he let out a long whistle of congratulations. A smile so clearly portrayed on his bizarre features, he was so distracted by the sense of pride that ran hot and frantic in his chest that he almost missed the next announcements. "What, what?" He'd gotten in. Damn. Granted, so had everyone else, but it was a really good fucking feeling, and once he recovered from the surprise, his smile returned. It was slightly bashful, slightly sheepish. Now all he had to do was chose between the ranks. "I, uh, I think I'll go for Halo." He swears it's an educated decision, just, in the moment, he's kind of disoriented. "Thanks, Doc." He says to Warringkingdoms, voice lacking his typical brashness. "Hope retirement treats you well."
His name was called, alongside the rest that competed, but a part of him felt it was just highlighting the contestants. He had little hope; it was clear to him that there was no chance he'd get the position. He wasn't bothered much. He'd given it a try mostly to get back into his old hobbies, the thing he genuinely loved to do. Not to climb the ranks. He had borderline accepted the reality by the time Imperia and Shininglight's names were called, for Cleric, no less, and at that point his composure was gone to the wind.
Instantly perking up, his messy mane rose above the crowd to get a look out for Imperia, and upon finding her, he let out a long whistle of congratulations. A smile so clearly portrayed on his bizarre features, he was so distracted by the sense of pride that ran hot and frantic in his chest that he almost missed the next announcements. "What, what?" He'd gotten in. Damn. Granted, so had everyone else, but it was a really good fucking feeling, and once he recovered from the surprise, his smile returned. It was slightly bashful, slightly sheepish. Now all he had to do was chose between the ranks. "I, uh, I think I'll go for Halo." He swears it's an educated decision, just, in the moment, he's kind of disoriented. "Thanks, Doc." He says to Warringkingdoms, voice lacking his typical brashness. "Hope retirement treats you well."
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