11-26-2018, 11:31 PM
It was nice. Videogames was doing a good job- as childish or sheepish as he was, he was a good leader. He kept things routine, which Sigmund absolutely loved. Everything was on a schedule. It was nice and neat. Well... aside from locations. It was hard seeking out the serval's voice for every meeting, but it was okay. He had only recently been made leader, after all. Or... had he? Sigmund wasn't quite sure. Time seemed to flow in a strange way when it came to memories. Well, it didn't matter anyway. The maned wolf trod carefully over, as if stepping in the wrong spot would kill him, until he felt close enough to sit, then his eyes tilted up to watch the serval intently.
The 'oh shit' caught him just a hair off guard. Usually he was a bit more professional on the soapbox than that. But he supposed there was a reason- joiners were rare in the Vale, and they'd had quite the number recently. It was a good refresher on how things used to be. It was almost enough to get him to smile. Not quite, though the descriptions he found... humorous to say the least.
Then, promotions rolled around. Gaster was a good choice- the scientist had been seen around quite a lot, and he was happy about that. Then, his own name was called for... shaman. Sigmund's ears twitched. He wasn't exactly spiritual, but... well, he was certainly interested. Healing and medicine had always been a point of interest, almost to the point of a hobby, and certainly talking to people was nice. To figure out what made them tick.
"Shaman sounds perfect. Thank you," he called from where he sat, a smile on his lips. His tail wagged slowly behind him. He didn't seem to notice.
He remained silent until the end of the meeting. It all seemed well and good.
The 'oh shit' caught him just a hair off guard. Usually he was a bit more professional on the soapbox than that. But he supposed there was a reason- joiners were rare in the Vale, and they'd had quite the number recently. It was a good refresher on how things used to be. It was almost enough to get him to smile. Not quite, though the descriptions he found... humorous to say the least.
Then, promotions rolled around. Gaster was a good choice- the scientist had been seen around quite a lot, and he was happy about that. Then, his own name was called for... shaman. Sigmund's ears twitched. He wasn't exactly spiritual, but... well, he was certainly interested. Healing and medicine had always been a point of interest, almost to the point of a hobby, and certainly talking to people was nice. To figure out what made them tick.
"Shaman sounds perfect. Thank you," he called from where he sat, a smile on his lips. His tail wagged slowly behind him. He didn't seem to notice.
He remained silent until the end of the meeting. It all seemed well and good.
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✰.:*[b] MY EYES ARE BIFOCAL, MY HANDS ARE SUBJOINTED
[font=verdana][sub]sigmund [color=white]/ 23 months / moonlight vale / storage