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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The village is surprisingly quiet despite the usual crowds of tigers watching over the most recent going-ons with great interest, surrounding the firepit with a wide, wide berth between them and it. This seems to be to give a comfortable level of room for the various representatives of Zephyr, RSX and the Prometheans, each of whom have turned their eye to the village after its emergence. Zephyr has a particular interest in both the mutants and their locale, not least of all because their particular neck of the jungle seems to teem with planar energies not dissimilar to those in the Temple nearby. RSX is almost always interested in studying and opening communications with peaceful tribes, though the presence of the extradimensional energy is a plus, and the Prometheans are ever eager to assist the wayward or otherwise in-need wherever they may be. The Big Lady, the giant tigress in charge of the place, regards each and every one of them with a wary eye. It is more the expression of a concerned mother than that of a skeptic. She has an entourage of shamans sitting on her shoulders and in her cross-legged lap, each one decorated in a probably excessive amount of trinkets for accessorization and somewhat ragged, richly embroidered robes. Finally she speaks, her voice a bit on the loud side of things despite her soft tone. "Please introduce yourselves, representatives."<br> <br>Rokarion decided to wear even lighter armor for his second visit to the village, a wise decision to avoid going as red as a tomato. The poodle boy stood up and gave a respectful nod to the Lady. "We have already met, madame. Rokarion, and I am here to represent the K9 unit." He said as he sat back down, eye shifting from the large tigress to scan the shamans sitting on her shoulder. <br> <br> The first trip she had made out there, Mokou sat... attempting to be still. It was of some manner of success, her simple shorts and tee seeming only as stiff as usual. A glance was offered back up to The Big Lady, the little fennec attempting to smile. Introducing themselves... A gentle sigh fell from her lips, the lass rising for but a moment, nodding with care back to them. "My name is Mokou. I am here representing the Promethians... and myself." She sat back down, brushing her tail out of the way before looking back up to them. "Thank you for... allowing us access to your tribe, even if only this..."<br> <br>The skunk beast has been listening quietly, which by itself would mark him as an outlier for his species even if wearing clothing -- a hideously colourful pair of shorts -- didn't already. "Doctor Narwen," he says, gesturing towards himself with a forepaw. "Here for Zephyr as a scientific contractor, and for myself as, like, really, really interested in the local field strength. Pleasure to meet you."<br> <br>Lilac smiles at each in turn as they introduce themselves. The cowgirl-lamia looks up at the Big Lady when her turn comes to introduce herself, and offers her a deep bow before looking to the others. "My name is Lilac, and I am here to be an ambassador and mediator for the tribe, and to ensure that their interests are sponsored by someone from the outside." She looks up at the Big Lady again, waiting for her to speak.<br> <br>As absolutely terrible as Phosphorus is with diplomacy and general sort of people problems -- she's already made first contact with the group of tigers on the last expedition, and thus has been giving a stern warning to 'not muck everything up' and to make sure to 'not kill everything like you usually do'. Always getting pidgeonholed, this panda. She rolls to her feet, and does a little respectful bow, actually having come along in a dress uniform. Specially modified to be a bit more airy, so she doesn't literally cook. "Good afternoon. We have also already met. I'm Phos, an operative of RSX. I will be representing them, today."<br> <br>The Big Lady regards each with a nod in turn, a respectful bow of her head given to Lilac. "Thank you once again for acting as the bridge." She smiles broadly at the group before her, rubbing at the light fluff on her chin in a brief moment of contemplation before she continues. "Let us begin by laying out each of our goals clearly. I will start. What we require is a means of gaining assistance with repelling the kaiju threat looming on our borders at all times, and emergency help in the event of total disaster. We would also like to open basic trade with outsiders. I do not want my people to go without if something is to happen to me. Now, with all this said," she says, leaning in a bit emphatically, "Neither do I want my people to become dependent upon yours to thrive. We do not want quick fixes in a bottle that only you can provide. We do want mutual cooperation. Don't give us fish. Do teach us to fish. I hope that is abundantly clear. Now! Your turns." She makes a broad gesture to the agents, making the pair of shamans on her shoulder wobble a little. They grumble.<br> <br>Rokarion looks at each of his temporary colleagues as they each introduce themselves, "Well, just reiterate I have also come due to my personal interest in your village and culture." the poodle have already stated that once before, but it was better to be safe than sorry. "Regardless, the K9 unit is simply an organization that provides safety to those who need it. We can always provide manpower for both combating the kaiju threat and for emergency relief." Rokarion then paused as he gave the shamans another glance before carrying on, "We are not expecting anything in return really, K9 just wanted to make sure that your village will not be taken advantage of while you begin interacting with the outside for the first time." <br> <br> The little fennec turned those sail-like ears towards the Big Lady as she spoke, only a touch of a flinch running across her expression. Twas a bit bold of a voice after all. But, their request made and their statement clear, Mokou quietly waited. Rokarion's statment was akin to her own, but she made it regardless. A different phrase after all. "Promethian's goals are clear with this. We wish to provide that sort of aid that you request. To empower you to better serve and sustain yourself. We seek to... further that relation. To give you the ability to support yourself away from us." A faint smile rose to her lips, the lass gesturing a bit vaguly. "It is our intent to provide you with the ability to handle yourself, and when more than that occurs, that we shall attempt to provide help for you. In hopes that... should it occur, you would see fit to do the same." |
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The village is surprisingly quiet despite the usual crowds of tigers watching over the most recent going-ons with great interest, surrounding the firepit with a wide, wide berth between them and it. This seems to be to give a comfortable level of room for the various representatives of Zephyr, RSX and the Prometheans, each of whom have turned their eye to the village after its emergence. Zephyr has a particular interest in both the mutants and their locale, not least of all because their particular neck of the jungle seems to teem with planar energies not dissimilar to those in the Temple nearby. RSX is almost always interested in studying and opening communications with peaceful tribes, though the presence of the extradimensional energy is a plus, and the Prometheans are ever eager to assist the wayward or otherwise in-need wherever they may be. The Big Lady, the giant tigress in charge of the place, regards each and every one of them with a wary eye. It is more the expression of a concerned mother than that of a skeptic. She has an entourage of shamans sitting on her shoulders and in her cross-legged lap, each one decorated in a probably excessive amount of trinkets for accessorization and somewhat ragged, richly embroidered robes. Finally she speaks, her voice a bit on the loud side of things despite her soft tone. "Please introduce yourselves, representatives."
Rokarion decided to wear even lighter armor for his second visit to the village, a wise decision to avoid going as red as a tomato. The poodle boy stood up and gave a respectful nod to the Lady. "We have already met, madame. Rokarion, and I am here to represent the K9 unit." He said as he sat back down, eye shifting from the large tigress to scan the shamans sitting on her shoulder.
The first trip she had made out there, Mokou sat... attempting to be still. It was of some manner of success, her simple shorts and tee seeming only as stiff as usual. A glance was offered back up to The Big Lady, the little fennec attempting to smile. Introducing themselves... A gentle sigh fell from her lips, the lass rising for but a moment, nodding with care back to them. "My name is Mokou. I am here representing the Promethians... and myself." She sat back down, brushing her tail out of the way before looking back up to them. "Thank you for... allowing us access to your tribe, even if only this..."
The skunk beast has been listening quietly, which by itself would mark him as an outlier for his species even if wearing clothing -- a hideously colourful pair of shorts -- didn't already. "Doctor Narwen," he says, gesturing towards himself with a forepaw. "Here for Zephyr as a scientific contractor, and for myself as, like, really, really interested in the local field strength. Pleasure to meet you."
Lilac smiles at each in turn as they introduce themselves. The cowgirl-lamia looks up at the Big Lady when her turn comes to introduce herself, and offers her a deep bow before looking to the others. "My name is Lilac, and I am here to be an ambassador and mediator for the tribe, and to ensure that their interests are sponsored by someone from the outside." She looks up at the Big Lady again, waiting for her to speak.
As absolutely terrible as Phosphorus is with diplomacy and general sort of people problems -- she's already made first contact with the group of tigers on the last expedition, and thus has been giving a stern warning to 'not muck everything up' and to make sure to 'not kill everything like you usually do'. Always getting pidgeonholed, this panda. She rolls to her feet, and does a little respectful bow, actually having come along in a dress uniform. Specially modified to be a bit more airy, so she doesn't literally cook. "Good afternoon. We have also already met. I'm Phos, an operative of RSX. I will be representing them, today."
The Big Lady regards each with a nod in turn, a respectful bow of her head given to Lilac. "Thank you once again for acting as the bridge." She smiles broadly at the group before her, rubbing at the light fluff on her chin in a brief moment of contemplation before she continues. "Let us begin by laying out each of our goals clearly. I will start. What we require is a means of gaining assistance with repelling the kaiju threat looming on our borders at all times, and emergency help in the event of total disaster. We would also like to open basic trade with outsiders. I do not want my people to go without if something is to happen to me. Now, with all this said," she says, leaning in a bit emphatically, "Neither do I want my people to become dependent upon yours to thrive. We do not want quick fixes in a bottle that only you can provide. We do want mutual cooperation. Don't give us fish. Do teach us to fish. I hope that is abundantly clear. Now! Your turns." She makes a broad gesture to the agents, making the pair of shamans on her shoulder wobble a little. They grumble.
Rokarion looks at each of his temporary colleagues as they each introduce themselves, "Well, just reiterate I have also come due to my personal interest in your village and culture." the poodle have already stated that once before, but it was better to be safe than sorry. "Regardless, the K9 unit is simply an organization that provides safety to those who need it. We can always provide manpower for both combating the kaiju threat and for emergency relief." Rokarion then paused as he gave the shamans another glance before carrying on, "We are not expecting anything in return really, K9 just wanted to make sure that your village will not be taken advantage of while you begin interacting with the outside for the first time."
The little fennec turned those sail-like ears towards the Big Lady as she spoke, only a touch of a flinch running across her expression. Twas a bit bold of a voice after all. But, their request made and their statement clear, Mokou quietly waited. Rokarion's statment was akin to her own, but she made it regardless. A different phrase after all. "Promethian's goals are clear with this. We wish to provide that sort of aid that you request. To empower you to better serve and sustain yourself. We seek to... further that relation. To give you the ability to support yourself away from us." A faint smile rose to her lips, the lass gesturing a bit vaguly. "It is our intent to provide you with the ability to handle yourself, and when more than that occurs, that we shall attempt to provide help for you. In hopes that... should it occur, you would see fit to do the same."
