On The Winds of Change // Open, Joining

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Darth Revan — Male — The Typhoon — House Acolyte — Very Difficult

The black feline smirked from behind the metal mask that obscured his features, green eyes twinkling with interest from behind the visor. As expected they had been waiting, somewhere near the border of the land crossing at least, only he had expected a much different welcoming community. The first to have arrived had a certain unmistakably eerie vibe to her, while the second seemed far more upbeat and playful. Well, he supposed both options were better than them attempting to start a fight or worse.

Instead he had been welcomed with open paws so to speak. That was step one of integrating with the group over he supposed. Introductions were important though, this Revan knew. Names held power. He would file the two newly met people into his memory for access later as no doubt they would be important moving forward. Argus and Guru. A potentially useful weapon and someone who seemed possibly adept at manipulation, at least going off of first impressions when regarding the pair.

The Sith Lord offered a deep regal bow, cloak fluttering in the wind as he tipped himself respectfully forward. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. The warm welcome is much appreciated, Argus, Guru," the feline greeted, looking at each of them respectfully as he addressed them. "It will be nice to have a place I can call home once again. It's certainly been awhile. I'll do well to remember the names of the ones who so graciously accepted me into their humble abode as it were," Revan spoke with gratitude, padding forward with a certain confidence to each of his pawsteps. Now that he was no longer a potential enemy to them he had nothing to fear as he strode forward. Now all he needed to do was establish himself within the Typhoon to solidify his position.

#psychosocial.