06-28-2020, 01:17 PM
[glow=white,1,400]EVERY FEELING IN MY BONES TELLS ME TO LASH OUT AND TELL YOU TO FUCK OFF ! — [abbr=VIGENERE CIPHER, TANGLEWOOD, GENERAL/LEADER, 7 YRS, TAKEN]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
As Bloodhound dropped their basket, Vigenere did the same, gently pushing his basket over to the Typhooners. He was careful to make sure the basket didn't falter, seeing as the dock everyone was standing on was surrounded by water. It'd be a shame to lose all those items, even if they weren't particularly needed. "It's nice to meet everyone." Vigenere meowed, realizing he hadn't thanked anyone for introducing themselves.
At Michael's question though, the General frowned. "We did lose Moth during the tremors." He wasn't particularly close to her at all - barely knew her, in fact - but still, his throat was tight in sharing the news. Losing a clanmate was always rough, even if one hardly knew them. Moth had been crushed under the rumble of her own home, not unlike Vigenere's own parents. Perhaps that's what made him so hurt at the memory; he was reminded of how his own parents had lost their lives.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
At Michael's question though, the General frowned. "We did lose Moth during the tremors." He wasn't particularly close to her at all - barely knew her, in fact - but still, his throat was tight in sharing the news. Losing a clanmate was always rough, even if one hardly knew them. Moth had been crushed under the rumble of her own home, not unlike Vigenere's own parents. Perhaps that's what made him so hurt at the memory; he was reminded of how his own parents had lost their lives.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]