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Penn’s eyes gleamed with delight at the sights, honing on the firelight until everything blurred around it. He listened closely to the music of Earth, lost in its joy -- heaven was not just over their heads, but also below their feet. Blinking rhythmically as he bought himself back to reality, he took another sip of the mead, letting it roll around in his mouth before swallowing. While he knew he was good, the best warrior out there even, it always felt odd to hear himself as a legend, even if the praise came from the person he loved most in this world. But he would not diminish her words, it was not his way. “The world isn’t taking me down until I get a hundred. And then it can do what it wants,” he said casually like it wasn’t a super serious subject, going with the flow of the conversation. “I do not blame her half the time. If it came down to it, I’d help her hide the body... or bodies. Either way...” Clearing his throat, he looked at Kira with furrowed eyebrows at the mention of the new drink. “If it is not mead, I do not drink it. But I am willing to try for research purposes if necessary,” he responded with curiosity etched on his features, swallowing heavily at the unspoken thoughts he knew Kira was having. Patience was a virtue, but it had been far too long without answers.

Kira chuckled and pretended not to know what he was talking about. “Several thousand bees to account for your last kill mark? Or to make your last kill mark and finally take you down, mister legend?” She joined him in a draught of mead, happy for the syrupy liquid and the golden hued intoxication that would later follow. “Yeah, I think she has enough on her plate to decimate the seaboard, but she does well keeping it in check—or you for her,” Kira added with a laugh, hazel eyes lightly dancing along with the firelight that lit the Pit. “Say, have you tried that new drink at Housouda?” Kira asked—she did have a point to the question beyond frivolities. “I wonder if the black tar honey is the key or not,” she said, brow slightly furrowed, but then shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to discuss more of her stresses. She lit up again and took another sip, waiting for the carving meats to make their circuit to their part of the long table.

#kira

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Penn scored high in everything, but Performer (9). The top three results are as follows:

Caregiver: 18

Spiritual: 17

Leader: 16

#about penn

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Penn kept his eyes peeled on the other woman, studying her tics, the way she talked and carried herself. Everyone was fascinating and had their own story that he was invested in, even the numerous enemies of Trigeda he killed without them knowing death was near. “Well, uh,” he said while scrunching his nose.  “What if I were to say I’m here to get candles because there may or may not be an area wide candle shortage? And what if I were to say that may or may not be my fault? And what if I were to say I’ll even give you a few so you don’t cry?”

Even though the man appeared to be acting friendly, his words seemed almost foreboding. Or maybe she was reading into them more that she should- after all, her experience with Azgeda warriors had taught her that they always wanted to seem scary or show off their strength. She didn’t really get that feeling from this warrior, so she was almost waiting for the other shoe to drop. At least he wasn’t speaking over her in gonasleng the way Eko and Macon liked to do to make her mad. One of the few gonasleng phrases Carli knew was ‘fuck off.’

“Yeah? Then what brings you here?” she asked. “If you tell me there’s an area-wide candle-shortage, I might just go ahead and cry now.” She was joking, of course,.

#carli

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Penn relaxed his arm around Kira’s shoulder, lightly squeezing her in and pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Resting his lips there momentarily, he gently stroked her hair to have something to do with his hands and show his affection. She was precious and he would treat her as such. The sight of the meats roasting did no favors for his stomach. “Hey now, miss. I refuse to die in such a cruel manner, not until I get my hundredth. How many bees do you think it’d take? I’d say several thousand,” he said with a half shrug, lamenting in the conversation. Once the mead arrived, he was quick to take a sip from his cup, savoring its taste. “Mmmhm, this is good. I love it so much. Well, I have... stuff.. and things... going on. That is to say, not much aside from the usual responsibilities, like bringing tea to our Heda and making sure she doesn’t kill everyone.”

“Cherish is a good word,” Kira mumbled against his bald head with her lips, an almost girlish laugh coming from her mouth as she did so, bubbling up against his skull.  “Better be good stuff. Tomorrow, you and I go and face the bees! We should live this as if it’s our last,” Kira added with deep affected lamentation. She took him by the hand and led him toward the Pit, where the mead couldn’t flow quick enough. As they waited for the first round and looked over the meats roasting, she said, “Being that this is our last night on earth, anyway, before we’re brutally malled by bees, got anything new going on?” Kira capped that off with a laugh. It had been awhile since the two had caught up.

#kira

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Penn never had to... try. The kill marks on his biceps did all of the talking: all ninety nine of them. His clothing and armor was worn in such a way that they were visible. A warning. It meant people outside of Trigeda did not go to him, instead, he had to come up to them. “No worries,” he spoke softly, loosening his shoulders. Maybe it was a wasted effort to appear less threatening since he sensed her discomfort, but he still wanted to try. “Color me intrigued. I would hate to place myself in an uncomfortable situation unless my presence was absolutely necessary. And it almost always is.”

Carli turned, seeing yet another warrior, only this one was speaking to her. At least, she assumed he was a warrior. He had that look about him. Tall, scary. Probably crushed people’s heads. ”It’s just not usually this kind of crowd,” she admitted. “Sorry, that’s probably not the best impression.”

#carli

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Arching an eyebrow as the Azgeda woman nearly bumped backwards onto him, Penn cleared his throat to let her know of his presence. “Not a fan of all the people in here, I presume?”

Being at the Hatch made Carli a bit nervous, despite having made the journey with some of her clansmen. She knew there were several tentative truces, especially after the reapers, but as she wandered through the trading area she saw a group of warriors from a different clan and shrank backwards, hoping to remain invisible. She really hated feeling outnumbered.

#carli

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Penn bit his lower lip as Kira prodded at his face, trying to keep his laughter from spilling out. “You’re ridiculous and I cherish you,” he said softly, eyes full of warmth reserved for her.  “I’m interested in the honey mixed with flowers and... stuff. Good stuff, I hope,” he said with an eyebrow arch, matching her smirk. “Yes, please. To the Pit. I’m in the mood for mead...”

“Oh no!” she cried out in a bale, affecting further horror and widening her eyes. “It’s worse than I feared! Your tear ducts aren’t working either!” Kira got up in his face as he tilted it and poked and prodded gently beneath his eyes, and then tugged at their corners, mushing his eyebeds into different shapes as she held back some laughter for the sake of the farce. She hadn’t felt like laughing in such a long time. “I’m afraid the only remedy is honey. Mulled honey. Fermented honey. Honey mixed with flowers and… stuff.” Adding a smirk, she looked at him with the slightest arch of her brows: “To the Pit?” She was hungry, any way.

#kira

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#penn #ziggles does photoshop #count the kill marks visibly shown and get a prize #kontestant

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Penn dropped a heavy sigh, shaking his head in disappointment. The one thing that did not lie were his eyes; they were dancing with glee. Kira made it all too easy, simply being with her, even in silence, lifted his mood. He cherished these little moments like nothing else.  “What?” He tilted his head in confusion, resisting the urge to crack a smile. “I’m getting it out of the way right now by crying. Am I not... doing that..?”

Kira clucked her tongue and put her hands on her hips, “I don’t know that you’ll ever really be the same. Have you prepared by drowning your sorrows already, or shall I wait to get my bone saws?” she asked, her eyes dancing. This was one way to make light of the situation—a regular bee was one thing, but they still needed to go into the black oaks for the killer bees soon: a prospect that this brave fisa wished she didn’t so desperately have to do. Some levity amidst all the stress and chaos was more than welcome, though, and she showed Penn smiles she kept only for him. He was like a big brother to her, which meant a lot.

#kira

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Penn furrowed his eyebrows in response to gonasleng being spoken, despite understanding every word, but she did not need to know that. His eyes studied the unfamiliar woman intensely, trying to determine her intentions. She came across as friendly and non-threatening, but that was merely the surface. He did not know what laid underneath it -- she could’ve been playing him for all he knew. Keeping his firm hold on the sword, he took a step forward. “Name. What... your name?” He asked somewhat tentatively like a confused little child, but kept the intensity in his gaze.

As the man jumped out of the bushes with a sword, Zoe held her hands up making that split second decision instead of going for her gun. Hearing the foreign language, the woman noticed the words sounded similar to those of the girl’s from a few weeks before. “I don’t know what your saying. Look, I’m not here to hurt you.” With her empty hands still showing, the woman took a breath and shook her head just hoping the man either spoke English or would be putting away his weapon. 

#zoe

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Kira was the reason why his dearly beloved mother was alive; it was right then and there Penn decided he owed her everything and that he would protect her until his dying breath. No matter his schedule, he always made time for her in his day -- it felt weird having it pass without seeing her. “I’m so sad,” he said with a ghost of a smile, his playful side coming out in rare form. “I’m really going to miss it. That’s what I get for messing with bees.”

Kira looked up at Penn, a smile playing at the corner of her lips; Penn was one of the few people she could relax around. Even when everything felt like it was going to be too much, like civilization itself relied on her, Penn was one of the people she knew could share that burden. She trusted him to have her back, so she did her best to do the same by him—especially after he’d been there for her after Nash’s death, where she’d wrapped her little brother’s body for the pyre. She feigned an overly concerned look, taking up his arm and lifting it above her head comically. “Oh no, this is terrible. We’ll need to amputate.”

#kira

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Hearing the twigs snap nearby had Penn’s senses on full alert. He knew these woods by heart, having trekked though the area many times. Not wanting to reveal himself for obvious reasons, he kept his steps quiet and camouflaged himself in the bushes. Averting his gaze toward the source of the noises, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her look did not match any of the clans, so he found himself somewhat alarmed. Jumping out of the bushes, he swiftly pulled out his sword from its holster and pointed the weapon in the direction of the intruder. “State your business for being in these woods.”

The further Zoe ventured into the woods, she couldn’t decided if the thick forests were an advantage or a hindrance. They definitely provided her more cover, but she wasn’t exactly the quietest covering a forest floor after being raised on the ark. Even with watching her steps, twigs managed to snap under her feet, rocks shifting with certain steps. Getting to an opening had the captain breathing a slight sigh of relief. 

The relief was soon replaced with curiosity, seeing a statue not too far away. Something about it seemed familiar, but it stood in stark contrast to the woods surrounding it. Making a quick decision, she entered back in the treeline to head towards the foreign object. 

#zoe

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Penn tipped his head down toward Faye, relaxing his stance now the situation was resolved. “I got you always,” he said softly with smile, eyes softening at the thanks. His heart always swelled at kind gestures from his kru, even if he thought he did not deserve them half the time. “Let’s find ourselves a secluded spot. We have important matters to discuss.”

Faye couldn’t stop herself from glaring at the woman. She heard the voice next to her and her head turned towards him, seeing the Baka of Trikru Penn. She took a breath and nodded in thanks. When he asked if she needed anything else she tilted her head at the woman. Faye was vain and angry at this moment so she nodded. “I want the brushes.” She said about the paint brushes on the table, this way she could sketch tattoo possibilities. Faye turned to Penn and with a softer, more feminine look she gently smiled. “Thank you, Penn.”

#faye #trikru

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Casually strolling in to join Kira at her side, Penn let his shoulders fall; a relaxed stance next to the woman he thought of like a sister. "Kira, I have a crisis," he said with furrowed eyebrows like something was weighing heavily on his mind. Tipping his head down, he took a moment and let out a sigh. "I got stung by a bee right here," he pointed toward a small red spot on his left bicep. "It hurts," he said dryly.

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#kira #'write the starter bc u love me' was all i got so this works right? it works.

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Penn appeared by Faye's side, wanting to assist his fellow kru after seeing the look of frustration on her face from a distance. Being the Baka of Trigeda and having a commanding presence meant eyes were on him, which he (tried to) brush off. Tipping his head down toward the woman, he kept his gaze upon her. "Give this woman her ink and I will have boar delivered to you tomorrow," he said matter-of-factly, almost like it was a demand -- after all, she was not one of his own, so there was no point in treating her with niceties. Turning his gaze toward Faye, he gently set his hand on her lower back. "Anything else you'd like?"

Faye was searching the tables at the trading post looking for her newest inks. She wasn’t out of ink but she would need more soon, especially after the latest reaper attacks. She knew warriors and people alike would be inked after the battles. Faye had found some ink that was cleaner and easier to use. She began negotiating with the woman but the woman was not having it. “You are just trying to take advantage of me and I am not trading that much for this.” She said slamming the ink down. “I can find ink elsewhere.” 

#faye #trikru

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Penn is 100% “Sage” followed by 95% “Caregiver” and “Magician”.

#about penn #90% warrior + creator

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tree

tree: is it easy for you to rise above others?

It is not between me and them.

#about penn #answered #he thinks too much about his people and doesn't like to see himself as 'greater' or 'above' them even in the trigeda order of things? #Anonymous