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[b]Johannes Angelicus
With the influx of new members, some hale and hearty, some...completely infirm, Johannes figured now was the best time to make the meeting, no matter how stressful it was to get everyone's attention in the hall. He had plans--he'd written them out last night so he could keep track. Rudolf's tips when it came to, well, public speaking, had helped a bit. He waited until he saw everyone gathered, especially keeping an eye out for the new members and Win before he started.
"All right. So--as you may have noticed, this place isn't in the best condition. We've been focusing on repairs to the integrity of the building, which is important. But we need to focus on other areas too. That's why I'm going to start assigning you all a weekly...task, and for this week it's going to focus on cleaning this dump up." He had folded his arms. Bruce had made him realize the importance of this, but he still felt irritable bringing it up--mostly because it was Bruce who'd done so.
He then found Bruce's face in the crowd, and tried to keep his expression just as blank. "Win, you've been gone far too long, when the lodge nee--could have used your help." He couldn't help his glower now. "You're demoted. However, we need more people who know what they're doing around here. For the next week, I need you all to put your all into getting shit done around here, and I hope I'm gonna be promoting a lot of you next meeting." He bit his lip, taking a moment before getting on to the next proceeding.
"And...there's been--well, when the dogs attacked--we lost someone. Irma Washington. We're going to have a funeral for her soon--keep an eye out for that. She...she tried to help save a good lot of the rabbits, and--succeeded, so thank her for that. But she had wounds and couldn't fight off the infection." He wasn't sure he was doing this right--was he too lighthearted? Too stern? He didn't know--he was grateful for her efforts, and he felt...sorry for her sacrifice. But he didn't trust himself to break this news the right way.
"Anyway, that--that's...it. I--" He blinked, realizing he'd forgotten one of the most important notices--shit. "Actually? Uh. With--with the promotions, I want to carry out, soon--things are going to change the way we...order ourselves. Having a council--it didn't work. Things took too long to get done, and--and there wasn't enough...order. We need that if we're going to survive. The Badlands has left us alone for a while now, but we're still not doing well." He grimaced--not the most morale-boosting, perhaps, but..he wasn't really good at that. "Anyway--We're going to need a medic. I'm going to take on at least one, um--second in command. And--I want some of you better trained in fighting. Anyone who is trained, or--has experience, at least, so we have..people who can be trusted to defend us."
OOC: bruce/win is demoted || funeral soon for irma washington (npc) || weekly tasks starting again || ranks are changing (I'll update the guide a bit)
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general:
★ johannes angelicus | jo (pronounced 'yo' since his full name is yo-hann-is but calling him joe works too)| amab male
★ ace | aro (aro on a spectrum, hes not...sure abt this)
★ 28| dec/3 | real time
★ flintlock lodge | dictator (otherwise he has a variety of jobs, from mechanic to software developer to serial killer
important facts:
★ very slow to trust
★ has severe issues with self-control and anger
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physical:
★ human
 5'10'' & 190 lbs;
 major injuries: none
 He has dark thick hair, fairly short, it curls in the heat. He has those grey-green-blue eyes that are kind of hard to tell, he's kind of stocky and generally unfriendly looking.
interaction:
★ stony and antisocial, will be courteous, often awkward. he's fairly paranoid and pessimistic, but when he trusts someone its v hard for him to completely lose that trust or lose his affection for them, though he'll tell himself to
★ he won't hesitate to make the first move, and sometimes he can be recklessly angry
★ he's very fond of mystery novels and books in general
★ he's not great with kids but he's v protective of them
★ he's protective in general actually
★ i'll add more to this
relationships:
★ single -- not rlly looking, though he could see himself being in a close bond with someone, though he might not describe it as romantic
★ Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus are his parents, they're both deceased in TNW, other aus they may be alive but he doesnt talk to them
★ he has a sister, Katja (hazel) Angelicus. she's 2/3 years older than he is.
☆ ★ ☆ nodding along, dahlia frowned in thought. "can I ask few questions? I'm gonna ask them anyways, so uh..." she hesitated a moment to put her words together. "so uh is there any certain age you need to be to achieve a rank? Like obviously we can't have three year olds in positions of power but is there an age where that changes? And um what are we goongmyomdomeith the dogs? "
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inglenook#6454 | female & bisexual | trying to come back
[align=center][div style="width:500px; text-align:justify; font-size:10pt; line-height:110%;"]Snowden was tentative to approach, but did so at a distance. If he wanted a safe home for himself and Max and food to put in their bellies, well, he needed to pull his weight, maybe even actually gain some people's trust. The male glanced around him, finding Dahlia and J, the only two members here he had gotten to interact with so far. Dahlia seemed nice, and seemed to like Max, and that was something, yeah? But glancing at J, he was reminded his progress with socializing and domesticating himself might take some time- afterall he had recently attacked the idiot earlier after he had gotten Max injured. Asshole.
Snowden didn't recognize a many things discussed by the man who led the meeting, but still noted what was important. He wanted fighters? Well, that was Snowden and Max's here chance to be accepted into the group.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Win was familiar with everything that Johannes was going to say before it was said, except with perhaps the death that he mentioned. No, he knew, but he didn't... Know. They weren't close, to say the least. It doesn't affect him as it should, and that would worry him any other time. For now, he's too overwhelmed with something red. As usual, the male is leaning against a wall away from the others, though this time there are actually people here again. The lodge is beginning to feel crowded, and while that doesn't bother him in itself, it means that he has to speak to them more often. Whenever he tries, his words end up clipped and harsh. Unless they were children, perhaps, or someone that he knew well. But even those relationships soured eventually, most of the time. That's already obvious, as pale blue eyes watch Johannes without expression, which speaks plenty on its own.
Eventually, he sighs and pushes himself off of the spot he had leaned against until he was standing of his own volition. Truth be told? He'd leave this place again in an instant if Dick had somewhere else to be. And it hadn't been a secret that Damian had been doing badly here. The warm weather was much better for him. "Would you like someone to hold a training session?" The petty part of him says that he should stop volunteering for anything or bringing up ideas, just to see how Johannes really did without him around, but even if he's angry, there are other people in this lodge who need help. "Make sure everyone can at least handle themselves, if they need to. Shouldn't be... Too hard." Yeah, right.
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[b]Johannes Angelicus
Oh boy. That wasn't ever a good sign--it wasn't that he didn't want them...asking questions. so much as he never knew how to answer them, on the spot. He had notes, for chrissakes--and now this was all gonna be ad lib.
Still, it was Dahlia. He didn't detest her, and she brought up some good points. He hadn't...thought about it, though. The council had an age, though, and he dug back in his memory to find it. "...I--sixteen. Is..a good age?" He stumbled over his words, licking his lips. That sounded good to him--not too late, not too young. And--oh. Fuck. The dogs. He swallowed, knowing his opinion on the matter wasn't going to necessarily be popular. "I..Well, they're a threat, and -- they've attacked us once. They might do it again, even if they can't get in the lodge anymore--there are kids here. We need to....take care of that threat. Which might mean, um--hunting them." It sounded only slightly better than 'killing', but he hoped his meaning was clear. He didn't like dogs, but more importantly--kids and the lodge in general needed to be safe, and not just within the lodge's walls.
A familiar voice made him bristle, and he looked up, glancing across the hall at the casual figure who brought a glare to the dictator's features. Well--he'd hoped he'd be here, because the demotion otherwise would have been pointless--but talking to the man was extremely vexing, and he struggled to keep the bitterness out of his expression. Still--he couldn't just...decline that suggestion. Fuck. "..Yes. I do. You, or--" He glanced around--he didn't know most of the faces here, and certainly no one had recently impressed him with combat skills. "If you can find someone who knows what they're doing, then them too. The more who can help the better. I--I'll--" He paused, shutting his mouth. He didn't have any formal training, with weapons nor with hand-to-hand fighting. He'd been a guardian before becoming Dictator, but he couldn't claim he knew best how to train people. He just knew how to fight and do a reasonable amount of damage without dying. Not teach. "I'll just--" If it weren't Bruce, he might attend. He--could probably use it. "That's it. Are there any more questions?"
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general:
★ johannes angelicus | jo (pronounced 'yo' since his full name is yo-hann-is but calling him joe works too)| amab male
★ ace | aro (aro on a spectrum, hes not...sure abt this)
★ 28| dec/3 | real time
★ flintlock lodge | dictator (otherwise he has a variety of jobs, from mechanic to software developer to serial killer
important facts:
★ very slow to trust
★ has severe issues with self-control and anger
★
physical:
★ human
 5'10'' & 190 lbs;
 major injuries: none
 He has dark thick hair, fairly short, it curls in the heat. He has those grey-green-blue eyes that are kind of hard to tell, he's kind of stocky and generally unfriendly looking.
interaction:
★ stony and antisocial, will be courteous, often awkward. he's fairly paranoid and pessimistic, but when he trusts someone its v hard for him to completely lose that trust or lose his affection for them, though he'll tell himself to
★ he won't hesitate to make the first move, and sometimes he can be recklessly angry
★ he's very fond of mystery novels and books in general
★ he's not great with kids but he's v protective of them
★ he's protective in general actually
★ i'll add more to this
relationships:
★ single -- not rlly looking, though he could see himself being in a close bond with someone, though he might not describe it as romantic
★ Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus are his parents, they're both deceased in TNW, other aus they may be alive but he doesnt talk to them
★ he has a sister, Katja (hazel) Angelicus. she's 2/3 years older than he is.
[align=center][div style="width:500px; text-align:justify; font-size:10pt; line-height:110%;"]Hunt the dogs? The idea greatly bothered Snowden, but he supposed if they had killed one of their own, it was in everyone's best interest. Hopefully the dictator didn't mean to pursue the wild animals, but rather act in defense. No fucker here was going to tell him to go chase down and kill some wild animal who did what was in it's own nature. Additionally the thought made him grow uneasy about Max's safety. He glanced down at the menacing animal, giving the male a pat on the head. "If y'all're hunting dogs, recognize Max here. 'S already been shot by one of your own once. He's not going to be again." He spoke up for the animal, stealing a glare in J's direction.
The male listened in about the training session for self defense and fighting tactics, and, noticing the tense air between the dictator and another man he had yet to meet, spoke up. "I served in the Marine Corps before everything went to shit. I can help out." He adjusted his ball cap.
Torrin strolled up with wide eyes, gazing at Johannes with an exhausted expression. He was cradling a wounded right arm with his left, sniffling. He was rather emotional for a boy his age - he hadn't even known the person who died, but he felt a strong sympathy for them. His gaze shifted to the others as they asked questions before he tentatively added his own voice to the mix. "What would you have to do to acquire a position?"
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[div style="margin-top: -6px; height: 75px; width: 250px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px;"]TORRIN is a MALEHUMAN with HE/HIM pronouns. HE is a MEMBER of THE FLINTLOCK LODGE and is 17 years old. HE is physically EASY and mentally HARD. attack in [COLOR=#ffb347]#FFB347. played by FAITHY.
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[b]Johannes Angelicus
Johannes looked over to Snowden and nodded, realizing he had...a pretty important point--though he didn't know some idiot had shot the dog already; unless the dog had attacked first. Fuck. He'd have to talk to Snowden about that on his own. "Right. Ah--I think it'd be best if we found every dog that's....here, one of ours, and--made sure the Lodge is familiar with them. Name, what they look like--I don't want anyone shooting anything tamed." He paused, feeling gratitude towards the man for his next comment. "If--if you can, that'd be appreciated. Just--set something up when you can, how you can. I'll make sure people know about it. I want everyone physically capable to start training at least in self defense." He looked down at Torrin, realizing with a bit of a sick feeling in his stomach that the kid was hurt, too. So many had gotten injured in that attack--someone had died. "I--I would just...I need to see dedication to making this place stronger, a better place to live. Helping out. Taking initiative. Being...around." He very carefully did not look at Bruce for that statement.
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general:
★ johannes angelicus | jo (pronounced 'yo' since his full name is yo-hann-is but calling him joe works too)| amab male
★ ace | aro (aro on a spectrum, hes not...sure abt this)
★ 28| dec/3 | real time
★ flintlock lodge | dictator (otherwise he has a variety of jobs, from mechanic to software developer to serial killer
important facts:
★ very slow to trust
★ has severe issues with self-control and anger
★
physical:
★ human
 5'10'' & 190 lbs;
 major injuries: none
 He has dark thick hair, fairly short, it curls in the heat. He has those grey-green-blue eyes that are kind of hard to tell, he's kind of stocky and generally unfriendly looking.
interaction:
★ stony and antisocial, will be courteous, often awkward. he's fairly paranoid and pessimistic, but when he trusts someone its v hard for him to completely lose that trust or lose his affection for them, though he'll tell himself to
★ he won't hesitate to make the first move, and sometimes he can be recklessly angry
★ he's very fond of mystery novels and books in general
★ he's not great with kids but he's v protective of them
★ he's protective in general actually
★ i'll add more to this
relationships:
★ single -- not rlly looking, though he could see himself being in a close bond with someone, though he might not describe it as romantic
★ Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus are his parents, they're both deceased in TNW, other aus they may be alive but he doesnt talk to them
★ he has a sister, Katja (hazel) Angelicus. she's 2/3 years older than he is.
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