21 SHOTS TO YOUR GRILL :: joining

JORMUNGAND

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the other seemed excited, almost amusingly so, that jormungand let a small smile slip onto his face. "don't get so excited yet, kid. meeting the ardent isn't such an honor. i may be able to put in a good word for you but he's ultimately the one who can accept you. the ardent basically has the final say in who joins and who goes. i like you though, so i'm rooting for you." he flicked his tail behind him, noticing the way the other had to think a bit to answer his question.

a good response, but he tilted his head. "interesting you would say that we each follow our own laws. if we did do that, there would be chaos. beautiful chaos. there are many a large beast around the pitt and if they were allowed free reign you would not want to be he here when they get angry." he mused, chewing on his lip. "we have rules that have been... adjusted, dependent on who was ardent. but we generally follow the ones ground in stone because it's what makes us functional as a place."
"if i hadn't known that, i would not be here." came the last words of the other, and he smiled a genuine one. bravado, spirit. that's what he liked. "now i really like you, kid. i think you'd make a good addition to the team." his honeyed voice purred delightfully.

#psychosocial.