bad little boy * open, ben is possessed

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8] #benjamintc
    Ah yes, to say in the least, that angel who had possessed Breakingpaw had left, unsatisfied by the body. It left the Head Guard unoccupied, but only for a little while. It was when he was wandering around outside, minding his own business, when yet another spirit tried to claim his form. The creature had intentions on removing him completely but failed, miserably.


    Dammit, you are a strong one aren't ya? It cackled in his mind.


    "Great, again. Who the hell are you?"
    The name is Marshall Lee, used to be a deputy over at SunClan. I suppose we'll be sharing this body from now on.


    "Ugh. Not again."
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    [size=16pt]breakingpaw ★[/size]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8] #benjamintc
    Ooo, a kid? I have a few of those, I suppose I was popular amongst the ladies. The spirit chuckled within him and caused Breakingpaw to cringe. "Oh just shut up already! I never agreed to this."
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    Bloomingfower slowly approached the wild cat, "I am taking that stantement as a no." She looked at him. "Have you been eating catmint or any other drug as of late?" She asked softly.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8] #benjamintc
    Hm... Just let me do the talking.
    "N-!" The serval was cut off by the spirit inside him pushing him back, taking control. He made a smile appear on Breakingpaw's face, caused a giggle to fall from his lips. "Drugs? Nah, I don't do that kind of stuff. I should introduce myself though, while we are chatting... The name is Marshall Lee."
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    Salem yawned, trotting from her den. She glanced wearily at Breakingpaw in a daze. "Oh...okay," she mewed understandingly as if she expected this to happen. "If you can communicate to Ben then tell him I'm carrying his kits," she yawned, trotting closer. Was this a bad thing or a good thing? Meh, Salem was to tired to think. She'd have to find out later.

    [size=16pt]breakingpaw ★[/size]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8] #benjamintc
    "Oh so he's popular with the ladies? Interesting." He smirked wryly then, eyes upon Salemtrials with a great amount of intrigue. Inside, Breakingpaw was panicking. Control! Give me damn control! Please.. I need to know if she is lying or not. She better be lying... Oh god.. Kids.. I don't want kids.
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    "More or less," Salem mewed hoarsely, thinking of Fearless. That dainty, little girl... what exactly was her deal with Ben? Did the apprentice love him or... ?


    The femme rubbed her dry throat with her forepaws for a moment, revealing a rather swollen abdomen.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size: 8;] #fragilepast
    The deputy walked over towards Benjamin. "If you want I can get the soul, aka Marshal Lee, out myself then slaughter him. Wouldn't mind it at all," He meowed harshly, obviously he was mad at the spirit already. Idiotic spirits weren't his thing at all, at all.

    [sub]Bentennyson had come to the scene, a snarl forming on his lips. From the sounds of it, this 'Marshall Lee' guy was pretty bad. Like, worse than he was when he was possessed. The thought of those memories and losing control made the tiger warrior cringe. Like, a really bad cringe. "I'd love to absorb his soul, but I guess Fragile's got that covered." Though he still wanted to beat the ex-SunClanner's ass.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px][justify][size=8] #benjamintc
    "Woah woah woah, please don't slaughter me. Man, you don't understand how many times I've died before. Just, ya know, give me a chance! I'll let whoever this is take control!"


    /low muse
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    [sub]Bentennyson took a daring step forward, showing his teeth. "I think we all would much prefer you leave his body and find another to inhabit. That body is not yours."