05-05-2018, 10:41 PM
(Edited 05-05-2018, 10:41 PM by ATBASH CIPHER..)
Atbash definitely was not expecting to be hearing Jacob’s loud and unnaturally booming voice echoing across the tunnels. Call her skiddish and nervous, but this was mostly her getting used to her new surroundings. Back in her Home Dimension, the only way you got news on the King’s word was through newspapers. Even though Jacob — or hell, this entire group — was entirely different from where she was born. So it was probably going to take her a while to get used to things.
The she-cat followed after the crowd, ears pricked as she tried to figure out what was going on. It was still a bit hard to understand Jacob with his accent, so she had to rely on context clues and how everybody was reacting to see how she should be reacting. Which was a hard task to do, mind you. What she got out of this whole thing was that there were a couple things going on, like a... what was he going on about? Lionhearts? Was that an insult? No, no, he mention something about it being a position. So Snowbound had some sort of hierarchy system? Weird that she wasn’t at the bottom of the chain, then. That’s where she was back at home, part of the Outcasts, the lowest rank you could be. She was born into being in the Fifth Tier, which was like being a peasant, but Caesar fucked things up and got their family exiled to being Outcasts.
Atbash blinked in surprise whenever her name was mentioned and briefly thought she had done something wrong. But no, as it turns out, Jacob was just introducing everybody to her. As a few NPCs turned to look at her, she gave a nervous smile and shuffled her paws. They quickly turned their attention back to Jacob, much to Atbash’s relief.
The last thing that was brought up was some sort of... ceremony? Atbash told herself to check that out at sometime. Oh and a festival! Maybe that could help her relax a little and get to know everybody more. Oh wait, no, that’s what for meet-and-greets were for. Ah, well, she could at least get used to the area through the festival, right?
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The she-cat followed after the crowd, ears pricked as she tried to figure out what was going on. It was still a bit hard to understand Jacob with his accent, so she had to rely on context clues and how everybody was reacting to see how she should be reacting. Which was a hard task to do, mind you. What she got out of this whole thing was that there were a couple things going on, like a... what was he going on about? Lionhearts? Was that an insult? No, no, he mention something about it being a position. So Snowbound had some sort of hierarchy system? Weird that she wasn’t at the bottom of the chain, then. That’s where she was back at home, part of the Outcasts, the lowest rank you could be. She was born into being in the Fifth Tier, which was like being a peasant, but Caesar fucked things up and got their family exiled to being Outcasts.
Atbash blinked in surprise whenever her name was mentioned and briefly thought she had done something wrong. But no, as it turns out, Jacob was just introducing everybody to her. As a few NPCs turned to look at her, she gave a nervous smile and shuffled her paws. They quickly turned their attention back to Jacob, much to Atbash’s relief.
The last thing that was brought up was some sort of... ceremony? Atbash told herself to check that out at sometime. Oh and a festival! Maybe that could help her relax a little and get to know everybody more. Oh wait, no, that’s what for meet-and-greets were for. Ah, well, she could at least get used to the area through the festival, right?
//mobile