Tomorrowland (Legion Meeting)

Ah, so this was what Tyrian meant. Though trade hadn't been mentioned he could only assume they would be trading off their excess goods and that was what Tyrian had meant about Jupiter being interested in this, because the pack trade off itself wasn't exactly - oh, how to put this nicely - something that interested him. He wanted to be where his family was and that was the extent of his interest in a pack. As far as family went, Chaos was pretty fucking cool in Jupiter's book and as long as his uncle hadn't tried to cage him in and force him to submit to his authority Jupiter would have happily served under him for the rest of his days. He liked Tyrian well enough too. The kid had a budding sense of humor that Jupiter appreciated; one that with time and a little help from his favorite nephew could be a wickedly funny weapon. And he had a good head on his shoulders. But, again, Jupiter didn't really care who wore the crown so long as he or she was blood and not a fucking pansy.

When Darya leaned into him Jupiter did what any man with half a brain would do: he leaned back against her. Had she been the smaller of the two he would have rested his head over hers or put his arm around her, but given their height difference that would have been a little weird and made him look like a midget that was trying too hard. He thought perhaps a smidge too little about this gesture, however. It was just what one did with a girl who leaned against you. Like saying 'bless ya' if someone sneezed. To not do it would have been a crime against whatever sleazy man code he followed.

He listened as other wolves spoke up and proclaimed their interest in one thing or another, and then snorted a laugh at Talon's expense. "I hope you'll be a gentle bedfellow. I've hear sheep's fickle." Okay, time to be semi-serious. Jupiter canted his head to the side and looked up at Tyrian. "Kidding aside, all I have to say is uh, you know, good luck and shit. I think you'll do good with this."

Jupiter cleared his thought and puffed out his lips with an audible sigh. "As for ranks, I'd like my primary to be tradesman and my secondary to be oh...raidsman." Yep, that sounded like him. Business up front, party in the back.

OOC: in case anyone is wondering, Jupiter will have enough Int. points for tradesman when I claim more of his finished threads.