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Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 23, 2019 22:50:27 GMT -5
please only respond to this thread if you are trying out for shaman, mage or Honeystorm Funk... nah, it's Funk E'tan now, once again sat on the first floor of the estate, casually picking at the carpet fibers again. The new Nemesis would normally leave this sort of thing to his stand in Shaman, Miracle, but Funk was different. This was his passion, why he got roped into this mess. Shaman was nice and comfy, he got to water his plants and occasionally snap a few limbs back into place. Now he has to worry about like... everything. What a nuisance. He'd definitely take a break from all that to try and find someone suitable of filling his pawsteps. Normally, it'd have to be one of his kids, but Funk said in the gathering that anyone could come, he really didn't care for tradition. Much less this place's. He was thrown into power suddenly, and he wasn't afraid to mess with everyone with it. His little test was all set up, now he just needed to see if anyone would come and give it a shot.
There were a few rare occasions she was grateful for her ancestor's presence. She had expected resistance when she came to this decision, but instead it seemed Raven was on her side for once. Or at least, she wanted to see how this would all play out. Corax didn't like Funk E'tan. His methods and experiments always unnerved her, and her legs felt weak as she stepped into view, like they would give out under her with the next step. For once she was relieved to have someone else walk in her paws, Raven keeping the young Resident steady as she approached the new Nemesis. She could hear the faint whisper behind her, pawsteps no one else could hear as her mother paced back and forth with the occasional irritated curse muttered under her breath. Corvus didn't want her daughter trying to become a Shaman. She was supposed to have followed in her own pawsteps as Proxy and, eventually, Nemesis, and every decision her daughter made to the contrary frustrated her. But Raven didn't let the dead ex-Proxy intervene.
Raven pulled away as Corax stood in front of Funk E'tan, only keeping still paws that would've otherwise been fidgeting and almost shaking with the young she-cat's nerves. "Funk E'tan," she meowed in greeting, dipping her head in a sign of respect. She didn't take her eyes off the tom for a moment as she did so. After a moment she hesitantly sat down, one ear turning back to listen for the sound of others approaching.
