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Finally the commander called for silence as he listed those who now had the most important roles. Mitsu didn't expect to be among them she was often a supporter in the background. She knew she could just as easily be called to action if any of them fell but she really hoped it wouldn't come to that. The shifter would try with all her might to make sure that everyone stayed patched up and in as good as condition as possible.

This room was quite the busy one as well, busy enough that Mitsu nearly missed the new comer. It was only the metallic smell of blood that alerted her nurse senses into action. Eyes drifting over the crowd she tried to find the source but it didn't appear as if anyone was bleeding but the smell was getting closer, stronger.

"I..is someone hurt?" She asked turning to make sure she hadn't missed anyone. That was when she spotted the new comer in their midst. Her eyes settled on him warily until she saw the blood. It was enough to coax her forward. "Do...you need some help?"


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Names were called and the Av'i had to admit she had been holding her breath. She'd put a lot into the candidacy - despite it being a short election. She'd revealed things about herself that she was not too happy about revealing. The proud part of her was miffed. What did the others have that she didn't? Why was she believed to be less than them? A thousand disapproving and chastising thoughts racked her brain. So to say she was relieved and ecstatic when Wilson addressed her was an understatement. She stared at the ring for a few moments, blinking with her mouth hanging slightly ajar. Her feathers ruffle and puffed out, the glow seeming to become brighter. The only sound that came from her mouth at first was a few trills and chirps.

Finally, once reality had hit her, she calmed and her expression changed to one of seriousness. She took the ring and slipped it on her finger, admiring the craftsmanship and beauty of it as well as what it represented; proof of her power and skill and also proof of the Commander's trust in her. She stood tall and gave a nod, an odd kind of bow. "Thank you for your trust in me. I will do my best."

She might have said more had he not disappeared. She might have said more had the green gas not filled her lungs and sent her doubling over. She cough and hacked for a few moments, eyes watering. But she raised her hand with her Commander and then brought it to her face to study the marking. It wasn't terrible, she supposed. It wouldn't be too horrible if it was permanent.

Her posture returned to normal and she wiped her face clean from tears that had forced their way out. Hopefully that would only happen once. And then it began. Jealousy. Anger. She turned to the mechanic who was about to leave and quirked a brow. "Do not blame anyone but yourself for not being chosen," she explained, tone harsh. "Your actions now are the reason. You are putting yourself before the kingdom and there's nothing you've done that could give reason otherwise." She might have spat at him if it wasn't such a disgusting habit. "There is no room for a child in a war. Pull yourself together or let the grown ups do the fighting like we've been told to. This is war. Not a game of fairness." She took a step closer to him. "Creating a rift between those with roles and those who didn't receive them is how you lose a war, you stupid stupid man. We are in this together. As a Kingdom. The sooner you realise that and get over your pettiness, the better."

It wasn't just a group -- there was a whole congregation of people, all with radically different appearances. But now wasn't the time to marvel: from the way they were gathered, Sinclair guessed they had been involved in some sort of meeting. A rather tense looking meeting. For so many people to see him like this was... not ideal, and two pairs of eyes, one set red and the other blue, were already focused on him. They were both clad in brilliantly white clothes -- in the back of his mind, Sinclair decided that fitting in with the fashions of this kingdom was the first order of business.

Sinclair put on his best smile, and hoped his wince wasn't too noticeable.

"I hope I'm not interrupting. My name is Sinclair Merchenwald, and I am an ambassador from the Silver Kingdom." He announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. His eyes focused on the white-haired woman and the feathered man closest to him, glancing between them and clenching his shoulder a little tighter. "... And, yes, as you can see, I've been injured. The travel here was quite... difficult. I hope it wouldn't be presumptuous of me to seek assistance."

Vanya paid him no more attention. She didn't care enough and someone that would throw a tantrum over something so petty wasn't worth any more time than she'd already spent on them. So when someone new arrived, she was quick to step forward and extend a hand. Her expression was polite and charming, but her eyes were focused and her body ready for action should he be a threat. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get the jump on her moments after she defended her role as 1st Lieutenant.

She nodded as Zephyros asked questions; a perfect response. "Yes, it might be wise to explain why you're here sooner rather than later," Was it an alliance? A declaration of war? It could be any number of things. Most of them were bad. She paused to contemplate.

Before the man even finished Mitsu pressed a button on what looked like a watch and then stood by in wait while Zephyros tended to the man first. Soon the sound of 'doki doki doki' would be heard as a small helper bot shaped like a panda bear emerged through the crowd of feet and tails to come stand next to Mitsu. She leaned down and pressed the little panda's nose and it immediately fell open to reveal a fist aid kit.

"Please take it easy and try not to agitate the wound." Mitsu instructed gathering up gaze, bandages, and disinfectant. She stood shortly after, holding up a dampened cloth toward the man's injured head. It would likely sting a bit on contact.

Her eyes drifted shortly to Vanya and Zephyros as they questioned this new comer but she did not add anything else. She was focused on what she was doing. Forever a nurse.

And he had just been admiring those clothes, too -- not that he wasn't grateful for the immediate attention. The blood had started an uncomfortable path from his head to his cheek that he couldn't ignore, and he flashed the feathered man an even more brilliant smile, letting him do the gallant work of supporting his weight.

But then the woman brought out some sort of mechanical panda and -- what was that? He had never seen anything like that before. Fascinated, he nodded -- and yelped as soon as the cloth touched his wound.

"T-thank you," He stuttered, belatedly. "Both of you."

Sinclair thought back to the feathered man's words. From the way he spoke, perhaps "showing off their powers" was a nice way of referring to some sort of fight. The general sense of unease pervading the crowd seemed to imply as much. It was not unlike the Marketplace, hardly more than a few hours ago...

They were suspicious; he expected no less. Careful to keep his hands within sight to show he had no weapons (had nothing, really, as he was unfortunately unable to reach his stall in time to grab anything), Sinclair let his gaze linger on each person as he spoke, quietly committing features to memory (feathers, tails, clothes -- lack of clothes -- ears, dangerous looking claws). He would be here for some time, after all...

"This is neither an alliance nor a declaration of war. For my part, at least; that much I can assure you." Sinclair pauses. He was loathe to remember what he just escaped, but it burns behind his eyes -- the Tower crumbling, fogs of Miasma, chaos exploding all around them...

He didn't want to tell them. But there was no hiding the destruction of an entire kingdom.

"I am here seeking sanctuary. The Silver Kingdom has fallen."

Smiling in relief, Marosa's shoulders relaxed as he walked up to the group that Sharra was with, crossing his arms in a nonchalant manner.

"Greet'ens," The Ganerie murmured in his cool voice, not attempting to use his powers at all. He wanted to make friends the natural way, and was glad that his friend looked out for him where he did.

He was incredibly awkward, it was true. "Oi'm Marosa." He couldn't help his grin widen as he reached up to flick Sharra's ear. "Eny plans?"