( This is a thread for Senescence to lay down the ground rules of her district. Only members of the Internal Affairs District, aside from the Warden/Nemesis, may participate in this thread. If you haven't sorted your character yet, you can do so when you reply to the AC, or when you add a cat to the Joining Thread. For the sake of the thread & establishing Senescence's place over the district, if anyone does put forth a character to fight Senescence per Rule One, there won't be a fight this time, they'll just be killed. Please message me if you have any other questions, or if you'd like to start plotting in the district!

DISTRICT INFO )

    Up in the tower she'd made her home, Senescence laid across the top of the stone mantle, peering down with disinterest at the members of her district. It had been about a week now since she'd been given control, and it was only just now that she called everyone to walk up the perilous steps to her 'home' as it were. And, unless her ears were going, the Proxy most certainly heard at least one cat fall through the old wooden flooring to their death. Oh well. Not much lost if they couldn't even make it here. But now, everyone had arrived, and were greeted with a rather interesting room that they hadn't been allowed in up until now.

    It was rather plain on a first glance, bearing only a desk with chair, table for guests, and a decently sized bed as things of note. Upon closer inspection, however, things weren't so simple. Wood was piled up in the fireplace, a combination of old logs and new sticks, matches, and some shimmering liquid over the top of everything resting within. Another pile of wood was stacked to the side of the fireplace, the product of a week of spending her time collecting the stuff. It was easy to guess her intentions with it, though for now, the fireplace remained cold and quiet. A few of her things were stacked on the table and desk, a cat head here, some preserved limb or claws there... products of her killings, or other such things she found interesting enough to display. The place's feel was eerie, like walking into a demon's lair, as if one's life were in the paw of the scarred feline who'd been made their leader. A wise cat might've rather wished they'd died on the way up.

    "Welcome to the Internal Affairs District. Time for you all to figure out how things will be working around here." Her tone was calm and disinterested, and yet there was something underneath it all, some sort of warning that made a cat's fur stand on end. There were all manner of killers in the League, but few had lived so long as Senescence, and it was easy to remember that no on truly knew much about the Proxy, about her scars or her past beyond her lineage.

    It didn't matter now though. Whatever their reasons for picking this particular district, they were stuck with her from here on out. For better or worse.