TAKE A SIP // open, joining

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

Dante had a plan coming here. The Ascendants definitely was not a group the hybrid was fit for, and he much rather would like to have stayed in The Pitt as much as he could. Luckily though, The Pitt was not a well-known group so hopefully he'd be able to hide his scent a lot easier. And what was his plan there? Smoking. Yup. Dante was hiding his scent by smoking a cigarette, hoping that the smell of that would mask the group underneath it. Besides, if it came up, he could just say he left.

So Dante waited at The Ascendants's border, occasionally flicking the cigarette to get rid of the ashes before returning it to his mouth. It was hella awkward to smoke with four fangs sticking out of his mouth but hey, he's doing it.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛

#psychosocial.

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — smoking was one of the dumbest things you could do to adelaide. why spend your life addicted to something that has literally been dubbed 'cancer sticks'? how dumb could you be? so, when the smell had carried over and her nose had wrinkled in disgust, it was clear this needed to be stopped. her appearance was just like it had always been, a clean coat but the look of someone who had nothing to lose. nothing to really gain either. neutral, but definitely annoyed.

that's when she found the culprit. her body had stopped right in front of his, a huff escaping her to blow away some of the god awful smoke. "is there a reason you have to smoke here? jesus...put it out." either that, or she puts it out for him.

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margaery mikaelson-folie

Like Adelaide, Margaery struggled to understand why anyone would resort to smoking. She was not one to often judge the lifestyles of others (especially given her own, bloody vices) but cigarettes were something that could result in longterm health implications. Of course, for those less careful with their lives - immortals in particular - she supposed that smoking really didn't matter. A soul that kept reincarnating over and over again would not be so easily destroyed by something as trivial as smoke even as the host body perished but still, she had no idea if this stranger was immortal or not. It wasn't really her business, nor did she have any interest in reprimanding Dante however, a more aloof expression embracing her features as she paused beside Adelaide.

A blunt one, her clanmate was, and Margaery fought the urge to smile ever so faintly. She was right - there was no denying it - but the Cosmic General would never verbally agree. Instead, she flicked a chocolate-hued tail dismissively, [color=#b09090]"What's your business here?" Most visitors tended to be joiners but, given the recent influx of shady activity as of late (and by shady activity, she wholly meant the Typhoon raid), she couldn't be too certain.

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"]Like others, Beverly didn't smoke, and she thought it was gross. She hated the smell, hated the way it could literally destroy someone. But she tried her best not to pass judgement on others' lifestyles and would usually never comment on it, save for cases where the smoke was bothering her.

Arriving shortly after Margaery, her dual-toned gaze scanned over her peers, two of them strangers and one a friend - dare she call Marg that. She waited in silence for the smoking male to respond to the other two, not feeling a need to chime in. For once.

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:45%;font-family:verdana"]Hearteyes has never met anyone who smoked cigarettes. The molly scrunches her nose as she approaches the small group, eyes trained on the rolled paper held between Dante's lips. She settles close to Beverly, the only clanmate she was familiar with at the moment. She's silent for a beat before she's speaking up, tail flickering behind her. "What is that?" The albino murmurs, her voice oddly quiet despite the question being meant for whoever could here her. This stranger made her kind of nervous, with his cigarettes and long fangs.

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

Dante's ears flicked as he stared down at Adelaide, whom was the first to approach him and comment on his smoking habit. Margaery followed her, followed quickly by Beverly. Although neither of them voiced their feelings on what he was doing, he had a feeling they shared the same thoughts as the person who confronted him. The hybrid chuckled at that, puffing out smoke as he shook his head. "Shit changes ya, that's all I'm gonna say." He replied grimly, however his eyes narrowed as he replied to the demand of putting it out, "No, I will not. Kinda need this." Was it bad to say he was addicted to the feeling of his lungs burning as he inhaled the smoke? Oh, yes, absolutely, but he didn't care. He kind of enjoyed it in a weird way.

Turning to Hearteyes, the hybrid raised an invisible eyebrow at her. "A cigarette, kid. Harmful shit." He gave a shrug, inhaling on the stick once more. Of course he was aware of what smoking these thing did, he just didn't care about it. "I suggest not starting this habit, because it's one helluva bitch to stop." A shrug as he flicked his tail. Now, what was the question that Margaery asked...? Oh, right. Turning to her, Dante grunted, "Joinin'."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛

#psychosocial.

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:45%;font-family:verdana"]Just because the tom smoked those terrible smelling cigarettes didn't mean he couldn't join, right? Hearteyes shuffles uncomfortably as Dante speaks, tail winding around her paws. She was allowed to accept people into the group, at least from what she knew. If she's making a mistake, she supposes someone with more knowledge about the clan will come along and correct it. "Welcome to The Ascendants, then, um," She pauses to give him time to introduce himself, before quickly moving on, "I'm Hearteyes, by the way! It's very nice to meet you. Why is it hard to, ya'know, um, stop?" Hearteyes is curious now, because Dante didn't talk about his cigarettes like they were all that good, but he refused to stop. Old habits die hard, she knew, but there must be a reason why this particular habit was hated by even her fellow clanmates.

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille yawned as he joined them, glancing over this stranger indifferently. He didn't have any interest in the cigarette, contrary to some of his other habits, and he eyed it a bit disdainfully before he brought that apathetic stare to this newcomer. Dante, huh? Cute. Bast almost made a joke about hell, but decided against it, instead drawling, [b]"Welcome and shit. I'm Bast."

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