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Ace watched as more and more new recruits filed in. There were quite a few and he felt excitement prickling across his fur at the prospect of getting to know them. He was usually too busy taking care of the house and his sister while his father was away to make many friends around the city, so this would be a new experience for him. Hopefully a good one.

As everyone filed in, and picked up some of the baked goods the Buneary had brought in, there was a small amount of conversation. Mostly muffled thank yous until a much deeper voice dragged his attention to the massive Arcanine that had stepped into the room. He could feel his eyes widen at the crisscrossing scars all across the thick fur of Scorch. He knew adventuring wasn't easy, but it looked like he'd had it rougher than any of the other guild members he'd ever seen. 

His eyes went from wide to narrowed slits at the remarks their new leader made. So what if they were young; he wasn't about to let them be insulted because of it. It seemed like several of the others around him had similar ideas, some just expressed a bit more politely than others. He couldn't say he didn't agree with the snappish remarks of the Litten, but why did Fae even let them in if they weren't what Scorch wanted. 

He appreciated everyone immediately standing up for themselves and stood up from where he was sitting off to the side to position himself next to the Chimchar who had just spoken up; nodding in agreement with his assessment. [color=00aeef][b]"He's right. We're all here because we want to be, not because we have to. None of us would have shown up if we weren't willing to put in the effort."[/b][/color] His tail twitched slightly in annoyance as he clenched his jaw and stared up at Scorch just waiting to see if he'd try and kick them out.