MEETING 7/21

[BRUCE H]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Honestly, Bruce is not sure what he had expected out of this meeting. Once more he'd taken up his space at the back as he waited, arms folded moodily over his chest and expressions held tightly, emotions in hiding. For the most part, he doesn't want to be here. The two of them had been doing a bit better as of late, particularly with all of the renovations that were going on — he wasn't someone to hold a grudge when work needs to be done — but now that they had cleaned up and Bruce had had time to himself, some of the resentment had festered again. He's never done well with feeling as if his presence was unnecessary, or an irritant. Still, he's here for his own reasons, not because he owned Johannes himself anything in particular. The people here had given him something to work for, and even when he had the ability to settle down with his family until they all had gray hair, he chose to come back and work himself to the bone for whatever reason.

Listening to him talk has Bruce finally able to concentrate on something else, so even though blue eyes narrow in his direction, he leans against the wall patiently and takes in the information. It's only when he gets to the promotions that his eyes narrow, because the second name on the list is his own. Now he's already said that he won't hold a grudge when there's work to be done, but he's not entirely over the first meeting there was when he got back. And the fact that he's basically been doing this since day one anyway. He chooses not to comment, chooses not to speak at all until it's absolutely necessary, and even then it's a simple "Noted," and then a tense exhale. The name the new leader shares with Johannes doesn't escape him, but he's not in the mood for a conversation and neither is he. As the dictator leaves, Bruce huffs. "I'm going to be holding some classes." Just as a warning, or whatever.

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aaah tracking my muse is dead but ty!

[rudolf.]

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[align=left][justify][size=9pt]rudolf stood at the front of the group like he always did, attentively watching the dictator's lips and occasionally his hands. When the meeting began, rudolf had been pretty open minded; he wasn't sure exactly what needed to be said, but was glad that his friend had started making an effort to address the lodge more often. He wasn't sure what was on the agenda for today, but by the look of Johannes, it was going to be a lot to take in.

The first thing that Johannes had brought up didn't really concern him; after all, he had finished his task, as painstaking as it had been. He was glad that the dictator had built up enough confidence to address the members who hadn't yet, though, even if it was indirectly. He would offer to step up and help some of the others after the meeting was over.

Rudolf's heart fluttered a bit when Johannes brought up promotions; he didn't want to seem cocky, but he had a good feeling about it. He had been doing a lot around the lodge, despite his injury. He'd also given Johannes multiple ideas for what he could do better, and gave him the list of fun activities for the celebration. He hadn't been doing it just to get recognition, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take some.

First was Dahlia. He knew the young woman was right for the job, and that Johannes had made a good decision in recognizing her. There was no one else at the lodge that loved plants like she did. He turned and smiled at her, giving her a thumbs up.

Next was Win. Rudolf knew that despite his disappearances, the man had a good heart and a good head on his shoulders. Plus, he had arguably the most experience in fighting and weapons, and could really help the lodge to thrive. He was genuinely happy for the man he had started to call his friend.

Next was Robin. He had become the lodge's unofficial cook in the past few weeks, and Rudolf had to say the boy was good. It had been a while since he'd tasted food quite like that, and the change was certainly welcome. He didn't know Robin well, but had gotten the feeling he was a good man.

Next was.. nobody? Rudolf was confused; had that really been all that Johannes was going to promote? It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He felt awful, for feeling this way, but it just hurt him. He had been so helpful lately, so on top of things. And Johannes was his friend... It didn't make sense to him. He had been a bit suspicious, lately, considering his relationship with Johannes. He seemed to forget all about him sometimes, or underestimate his abilities. Rudolf had thought he had just been paranoid, but now? He wasn't so sure.

He found it hard to concentrate for the rest of the speech. His mind kept wandering, coming up with various reasons Johannes might not have promoted him. Maybe it was because he didn't want to show favoritism; after all, it wasn't exactly a secret that the two of them were pretty close. Maybe it was because he didn't know what to promote him to. They didn't exactly have ranks, especially since Johannes had stepped up, but... he had no problem finding something to give to the other three. Rudolf really wasn't a jealous person, and the fact that he was even thinking like this made him want to mentally kick himself.

There was another reason, but Rudolf really didn't want to think about it. He really did not want it to be true. But in his mind, it made the most sense; Johannes hadn't promoted him because he just didn't think Rudolf could do it. As much as he tried to not think about it, he knew that most of the members thought of him as "the deaf guy". Rudolf didn't think of it as a weakness, but others would. He was good for providing help and support, but only from the sidelines. His arm was healing, but it just added onto the fact that he wasn't fit for a higher position; he couldn't even defend himself, how could he defend others?

He'd missed a large portion of the seconds half of the meeting, and figured there was no point in staying around. He turned away from Johannes, who seemed to be finishing up anyhow, and walk-ran to his room. It felt childish, running away. he felt childish about the whole situation. It was Johannes's decision, and he wasn't really supposed to criticize him. And the other three had been deserving of their new ranks. He just wondered why he hadn't been.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ rudolf joseph maroney
★ bisexual | male
★ 29 | june 8
★ member of flintlock lodge
★ open for plots

RECENT EVENTS:
★ to be added

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ deaf | uses asl, reads lips, can speak aloud
★ he has a very heavy deaf accent
★ strong, skilled cook

PHYSICAL:
★ human | health: 100%
— fc. of Nyle Dimarco
— Rudy is 6'3'' muscular man. He has naturally tanned skin, and kind of a lot of body hair to be honest (he is italian, after all). He is pretty smoking hot attractive. His hands are calloused from years of hard work and heavy lifting.
— major injuries: serious dog bite on his right bicep
— minor injuries: none as of now

PERSONALITY:
— friendly, honest, genuine, humble, brave, intelligent, protective
— temperamental, emotional, dependent, blunt

INTERACTION:
★ he's really nice and always tries to help out
★ peaceful unless agitated
★ average in battle |  muscular but inexperienced
★ medium physically and medium mentally
★ open for family/adopted family + relationships
★ attack in BOLD GRAY
★asl in [b]bold italics, asl and voice in bold
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
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[ajdawny]

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DREW ALISTER . 

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[div style="width:500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; color: black; opacity: .8; line-spacing: 1px; font-family: times"]Oh hell no, he was not reporting to someone a fourth of his age! That just... that did not resonate with the older man. He had a goddamn degree in medicine, what did she have? Nothing, just herbal witchy brews, and old wives tales. The whole little girl doctor thing did not really make sense to him, and the fact that he was now essentially an orderly riled him up quite a bit. "One, two, three, four..." He muttered under his breath, counting was one way to keep himself from going over the edge. He was pissed yes, but blowing up at the leader of the lodge was definitely not the answer to the problem. He had to play it cool, not let his temper get ahead of him.

"Understood. Sir." The soldier said quietly, doing his best to control the boiling rage which seethed under his tones. He would not let himself lose control again, it was a helpless feeling, and while he loathed it, he could not always do something about it.

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[videnda]

she smiled. she was actually a medic now? that was great! she was really happy about it. although she was a little uncomfortable ordering an old man around, she could deal with that if he actually eanted to help.    "speech"

I'LL BE HOLDING ALL THE TICKETS

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