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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]strategist [color=#99C68E]☼
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    and yess! i'm trying to come up with more songs besides the bryan adams one


    He still found it suspicious that she had somehow managed to hit her head -- on what, exactly, was the thing that eluded him. Water? Either way, she seemed to want to put the subject to rest, so he left it. It was interesting to him how experiences like this could completely change one's perspective on another. Not only that he found her both alluring and amusing, but now he felt like he cared. He'd of coure cared if she died, but this was a different type of caring. The kind that made you want to spend all of your free time with the person you cared about, the kind that made you neglect your other responsibilities because you were too involved.


    He held the silence for a few moments longer, pondering everything and nothing as he soaked in their closeness. "Y'know what was weird? When I was out there, and I couldn't see you, I heard this weird voice in my head. I mean, it wasn't my own voice. Something else, something weird and foreign. It said my name, and it told me that you were drowning beneath the water." he told her, realizing just how strange exactly that sounded. "I sound crazy." he finished, hoping that now she didn't think she was dealing with a lunatic that heard voices in his head that predicted tragedies.


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    It had been a rock, or perhaps even a clump of old cement that had cut her skull. The force of her hitting it beneath the current had been enough to completely wipe out her conscious. Who would purposely drown anyway? Dying wasn't exactly in her plan.


    Riptide's words made her chill suddenly spike to the point that she shivered and flattened her ears to her head. Saying that she could openly communicate with the dead and still trespassing spirits would certainly give her away. The goddess had been no different, and she and Edge had formed a kind of contract back within Bloodclan whilst she watched over the clan in Risen's absence, a friendly spy amongst Bloodclan's ranks. There, it wasn't so odd to have an Egyptian god or goddess befriend the head of families. But to be honest, Sepialenses was even hesitant to mention Bloodclan. Her eyes shut for a moment.


    "I'm sorry if she freaked you out, Nephy doesn't speak our language very well," she muttered, almost tasting the damn smirk spread across the gray cat spirit's face the joy was so present within her own being. Yeah, she'd done well saving her and all, but that didn't mean she was supposed to risk her mission. The scarab charm wrapped around her front left paw had suddenly grown warm. "You don't sound crazy at all. I've been possessed for as long as I can remember, but me and her get along pretty well. She doesn't bother me so long as I don't die."


    Sepialenses opened her eyes and gave the short tailed boy a sideways smile,"It was telepathy. She'll use my powers for me when I'm in danger. Sorry if it freaked you out."

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]strategist [color=#99C68E]☼
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    or mr brightside by the killers but that's sort of his song anyway regardless of dramatic breakup or not
    ooh another good one for them is when the fog rolls in by train


    He felt her shiver against him, and wondered what he could have said that would have evoked a reaction like that. Subtle, but there... He was a HawkClanner. Nothing escaped his notice, not forever. Secrets had been kept before, and they were always found out. Sometimes quickly, sometimes it took a while. Either way, it was impossible to keep them hidden for very long.


    As she explained that she was possessed, the name of the spirit or whatever (Gods, spirits, they were all truthfully pretty much the same in his opinion) caught his attention. "Nephy? Like, Nephthys, that Egyptian Goddess?" Were he anybody else, his knowledge of this little bit of trivia would have been completely unrealistic and unexpected. However, Riptide was (pre-Akhen's death) the son of the Shaman, who everybody knew reverently followed the Egyptian God of Aten and thus Riptide had a basic knowledge of Egyptian Gods and Goddesses. He also had a basic knowledge of which ones possessed which Clans and families, and he was relatively sure that Nephthys possessed one of the anti-Clan leaders. He couldn't remember which one, but her presenting that she was possessed by Nephthys made him confused.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=7pt]Something begged her to lie. Something told her to say no, to lie and shake her head, to leave and never come back, but she just couldn't do that.


    "Yes. Nephthys, the Egyptian goddess of death. Don't ask me how it happened because I have no idea, but I think we should drop that. Super natural shit freaks me out." Sepialenses said the last but with a forced chill, hopefully to knock the tom off of her trail. Way too freaking clever- she loved it. There weren't a lot of cats intelligent to the point where they could get the first few letters of a spirit's name via nickname and know it right off the bat. It was her luck that she'd wind up being saved by one.


    "What's your favorite color?" That's what Loki had asked her whenever he had wished to change her mind about something.

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]strategist [color=#99C68E]☼
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]Riptide watched her closely, noticed the curve of her mostly white form against his. He was half-surprised when she affirmed -- partly -- what he'd suspected. Then again, the other part of him knew that he was correct in his assumption. If Nephthys was possessing Sepia, then how could she also be possessing an anticlan leader? Did spirits often flounce back and forth? Riptide didn't think so, but he'd also never been possessed before. Supernatural things got her all hot and bothered, but she'd been possessed her whole life? Questions were springing up before him in masses all of a sudden.


    "What? My favorite color? I don't know, blue or something. Hold on -- how can Nephthys be possessing you and and somebody else at the same time?" he asked, quickly shrugging off the color question as if it were an annoying fly. It wasn't important, now that he'd fastened his attention with a vice-like grip onto solving the mysterious suddenly surrounding Sepia.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=7pt]Damn. Why couldn't the guy just take the bait? "I d-don't- Is there someone else possessed by her?" Sepialenses questioned, tilting her head to one side cutely, acting as though she knew nothing else. A gust had pushed her fur back, again revealing te cut along side the back of her skull to the harsh pain that it had so tried to avoid. She hadn't realized how much blood she had already lost, only that she was trying to save her skin. The minute that she tried to move, her eye sight grew blurry. The femme lay her he's down again with a disgruntled 'tch'.