The silence was back in the Rompa bar. April and Meta were left to stare at each other, speechless, the recruit title still in their mind 'Godfather'Msice whispers : Whoaw
Everwatch whispers : Wow
Earlier that night, the place was empty, only rythmed by the bartender’s snoring. April and Meta were cuddling, a quiet atmosphere didnt bother them, the crowd either. They often felt like being alone in the world anyway.
A recruit had come and gone, running to more work, more thrill, the ~SoS~ symbol now pinned on his shirt, the freshly unpacked Bakalava hood on the head. Masteroftots he said… well Anthony was his name. Come in, hear the speech, join, see you at the meeting… April felt like a recruit factory sometimes. Anthony still had his pants on hehe. He had agreed to join with the condition that he could keep his ruined nail pants… strange guy. A gambler he said, he was pennyless. Ah well, a nice guy.
Then Flint « Frostbeard » dropped his massive atrox body on the couch. His mere presence had silenced the 2 women. Meta would let her Mistress speak, which didnt arrange April, since she was just as intimidated. A brief review of his ICC file… the guy had seen more battles than April had ever heard about. What was he doing here ?
As always, April was proud of her org, an org where any friendly person could join and find shelter, free to be in peace or to fight, to express opinions or stay shut, never being judged or dictated. A place where differences were a strength, an addition for the greater good.Frostbeard: Id like to contribute to the org, how can I do this
Welcome to our recruits
Masteroftots
Frostbeard
~ Respect – Tolerance – Fun ~