Troupe Master Grimm

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake. Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian. Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.

Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence. He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know. It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible. Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident. That felt safe enough to say for now. Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.

Crimson almost shrinks back out of sheer bafflement, trying to click together pieces in their head, but the internal surge of hope overpowered that particular question with more pressing matters. Wait- you saw them? Are they okay? More importantly, are they alive? They forgot to keep their voice at their usual volume, equally being startled by just how much hope and concern they could somehow put in their own voice.

Crimson, despite the earlier bafflement, looked- genuinely invested in this. They almost looked equally overjoyed at the notion that Scarlet was alive and doing moderately okay. That was a potential crisis narrowly dodged, to them. The best noise they could make was a droning warble for a few seconds, before finding the proper words. It's good to hear that you three- I think?- are doing alright, yeah. Just… overall. They quietly fidget with their paws, thinking.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake. Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian. Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.

Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence. He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know. It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible. Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident. That felt safe enough to say for now. Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.

Crimson almost shrinks back out of sheer bafflement, trying to click together pieces in their head, but the internal surge of hope overpowered that particular question with more pressing matters. Wait- you saw them? Are they okay? More importantly, are they alive? They forgot to keep their voice at their usual volume, equally being startled by just how much hope and concern they could somehow put in their own voice.

Crimson, despite the earlier bafflement, looked- genuinely invested in this. They almost looked equally overjoyed at the notion that Scarlet was alive and doing moderately okay. That was a potential crisis narrowly dodged, to them. The best noise they could make was a droning warble for a few seconds, before finding the proper words. It's good to hear that you three- I think?- are doing alright, yeah. Just… overall. They quietly fidget with their paws, thinking.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake. Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian. Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.

Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence. He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know. It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible. Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident. That felt safe enough to say for now. Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.

Crimson almost shrinks back out of sheer bafflement, trying to click together pieces in their head, but the internal surge of hope overpowered that particular question with more pressing matters. Wait- you saw them? Are they okay? More importantly, are they alive? They forgot to keep their voice at their usual volume, equally being startled by just how much hope and concern they could somehow put in their own voice.

Crimson, despite the earlier bafflement, looked- genuinely invested in this. They almost looked equally overjoyed at the notion that Scarlet was alive and doing moderately okay. That was a potential crisis narrowly dodged, to them. The best noise they could make was a droning warble for a few seconds, before finding the proper words. It's good to hear that you three- I think?- are doing alright, yeah. Just… overall. They quietly fidget with their paws, thinking.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake. Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian. Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.

Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence. He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know. It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible. Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident. That felt safe enough to say for now. Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.

Crimson almost shrinks back out of sheer bafflement, trying to click together pieces in their head, but the internal surge of hope overpowered that particular question with more pressing matters. Wait- you saw them? Are they okay? More importantly, are they alive? They forgot to keep their voice at their usual volume, equally being startled by just how much hope and concern they could somehow put in their own voice.

Crimson, despite the earlier bafflement, looked- genuinely invested in this. They almost looked equally overjoyed at the notion that Scarlet was alive and doing moderately okay. That was a potential crisis narrowly dodged, to them. The best noise they could make was a droning warble for a few seconds, before finding the proper words. It's good to hear that you three- I think?- are doing alright, yeah. Just… overall. They quietly fidget with their paws, thinking.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake. Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian. Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.

Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence. He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know. It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible. Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident. That felt safe enough to say for now. Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.

Crimson almost shrinks back out of sheer bafflement, trying to click together pieces in their head, but the internal surge of hope overpowered that particular question with more pressing matters. Wait- you saw them? Are they okay? More importantly, are they alive? They forgot to keep their voice at their usual volume, equally being startled by just how much hope and concern they could somehow put in their own voice.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake. Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian. Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.

Crimson quietly fidgets with their paws almost methodically, with Wolf giving THE fastest thumbs up of all time in the same span of time it takes for Crimson to fully come up with something that could passably be a sentence. He's uh.. he's cool, yeah. Only really properly met him after my sibling got bit really bad and got the same issue Fox does- Crimson almost gets sidetracked for a second in an effort to defend Fox's credibility on their biting, but stops themselves almost seconds before, -but I think he wants to… be there in some way, I don't know. It was… tricky, to properly describe him- unbiased. Early memories were nearly untrustworthy, but they didn't outright say that. Or, more accurately, as bluntly as possible. Wolf and I traveled a lot in my early years, and I was being taken care of mostly by Wolf's group when I wasn't doing that, so I didn't really.. visit often before the whole bite incident. That felt safe enough to say for now. Don't.. don't tell Scarlet, I don't even know how accurate sibling is at this point- or if they're even okay with that.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

The second everyone manages to get into one of the tents (with Crimson immediately telling Wolf and Fox to not pull something silly), everyone's immediate focus was almost instantly changed to getting dried off from the heavy rain, and also to make sure Wispspark would be okay if left alone. Crimson does respond though, after the initial shake. Y- yeah, that's- an accurate observation. M' a Grimmchild, promise. Wolf's my primary guardian. Crimson awkwardly gestures to Wolf, who is very focused on literally anything else BUT the current conversation. Crimson themselves sounds- almost hesitant on the matter, despite telling the truth.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson almost startles, head tilting. The question almost- appears to have thrown them for a loop, but they quietly step forward (apparently this is just a thing they do), trying to make themselves look less like the equivalent of a stray cat. With the rain, it is.. very much not working. I, uhm- hi I'm Crimson, uhm… I'm with them. They gesture with a paw to the rest of their group off to their side, almost looking like they wanted to elaborate more before deciding against it and instead shuffling their outstretched paw to tug a bit at their cloak.

“Yes. The sooner we are able to learn the true nature of the conductors and the ritual, the better. Document your findings if you are able. It will make for less memorizing. I shall be bringing you here whenever you sleep, if you do not mind. If you are unable to document, I shall do so after speaking with you. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes. The sooner we are able to learn the true nature of the conductors and the ritual, the better. Document your findings if you are able. It will make for less memorizing. I shall be bringing you here whenever you sleep, if you do not mind. If you are unable to document, I shall do so after speaking with you. Is that acceptable?”

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.

Too much? Too much. They are- scarily quiet, though that would be very quickly less of scarily and more of an attempt to figure out just how to phrase words, shaking off more rain off of them. Bit soggy out here, yeah? Also why were you two arguing? They don't- sound angry? If anything it's like they're trying to control their volume to not sound too overly curious.

Crimson kept the rest of their group behind them (much to Wolf's low growl of confusion), very cautiously encroaching closer within conversation distance with the silence that you'd expect from a hunting cat. Which is then promptly broken by a very frantic shaking of rain off of them, sparking off a low whine sounding, before it formed into a short howl of- some form of greeting. Crimson proceeded to instantaneously regret the howling from them, freezing on the spot and watching very intensely, gauging anything further while their brain was in the process of both being very stuck in a thought processing loop and going almost a mile a minute - mostly gauging if they recognized anyone in the opposite group.