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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]Bec Noir had never finished the job with Vantas, and that fact irked him. He was supposed to kill him yet for some odd reason, he had failed the task he was given and therefore was forced to let Karkat go free with only just a couple of flesh wounds. Bec Noir was angry, though that anger was directed towards himself rather than those he wanted to be angry with. First off, there was Dave. That male had left the clan, thankfully, but Bec Noir still wanted to get rid of him before he caused any more problems in the mutated wolf's schemes. Dave had appeared to have close ties with Karkat, which made Bec Noir wonder if there had been any problems with them that had caused Dave to leave. Was he taking one of those stupid vacations where he simply went to another clan and did nothing else there except be an idiot? Bec Noir wasn't able to think of any reason as of why Dave had decided to pack his bags and leave, but that meant that he had left Karkat unprotected, correct? Incorrect. There was also Jake. Bec Noir had a history with Jake. He forced Jake to spy on a clan merely to get him out of the way and possibly into some trouble, he physically abused him by breaking and bruising him, and he also simply scared him just for the hell of it. Rather fun. However, it seemed as if Jake was in LunarClan, acting as some sort of protection barrier for Karkat; Bec Noir could have sworn that it was Dave's idea to position Jake there. Bec Noir wanted to keep Jake out of the way for the time being, as he had other plans to fulfill with Jake, but if the British-accented feline did manage to get in his way, he wouldn't be afraid to slit his throat or simply drive a sword through him to get him away. Jake was just an asset. Bec Noir could tell that Jake knew that he was being used, or at least had a good idea of it. Of course, that was just Bec Noir's assumptions. He could be incorrect, as he didn't know Jake's mind well enough to figure out what he was thinking and such.


    Bec Noir was back on LunarClan territory, this time out to finally get rid of Karkat and possibly Jake as well if the Hero of Hope wanted to get himself into danger by attempting to fight off Bec Noir. The mutated canine was extremely tough, yes, and it would take a miracle to beat him fully. They didn't stand a chance - or, if Jake was smart enough to stay out of the way, then Karkat didn't have a chance. Dave wasn't here to protect him now. Truth be told, Bec Noir's mind was filled with assumptions similar to those that had been stated before, so there was always a good chance that he was wrong. Call them petty yet hopeful lies or call them the painful truth. Whatever they were, Bec Noir was going to make sure that they were acted upon. No, this was the point where Bec Noir wanted to fully get rid of the pest before he had the chance to do anything that would be considered poisonous to Bec's rather violent schemes.


    The canine folded his huge ebony wings back, silently sulking through the shadows as if he was one of them, keeping his movements swift and silent. For now, he would wait until they came. Or at least one of them. Bec Noir wasn't quite certain if Jake followed Karkat around like a lost puppy or such - once again, just an assumption - so he wasn't sure who would go down first. Karkat or Jake? Or just Karkat? Or maybe both? Hm. Bec Noir pondered over the thought for a couple of minutes, his soulless eyes peering into the territory thoughtfully. Maybe he would just improvise and see what occurred. Both would be nice, but as stated before, he wasn't exactly keen on killing one of them yet. Well, everyone shall see who gets the punishment. For now, there was only one thought that Bec Noir was focused on:


    Game over, Hero of Blood and Hero of Hope. [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]Finished up my post.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]( guess i'm starting w/ dave haha
    jake will eventually get added in later after something happens to dave idk )


    Call him a loser, call him an emotional little shit, for Dave found himself wandering back towards LunarClan territory. He had left a couple of days ago, expecting never to return, or never even think of this forsaken place once again. Still, where did Dave have left to go? Nowhere. He didn't have anyone to run to if everything came crashing down. He didn't have anyone to look up to for guidance - well, yes, there was that spiritual feathery asshole, but what guidance could he provide him with? How to take this like a man? Actually, maybe Dave needed that. Anyways, the Strider was currently crossing the border, not seeming to care that he was now considered to be an outsider and therefore was trespassing, which was supposedly against the rules or some shit. Yet did Dave care? Hell to the no.


    Truth be told, there was one main reason why Dave was coming back. He had thought that coming back and at least visiting would help with some of the heartache that he had been experiencing lately - which was most likely from his recent breakup with Karkat - but so far, it wasn't working. Instead, he felt even more nostalgic than before. He had first joined here as an insufferable prick and he left as an insufferable prick. This place held memories and although there was honestly no way that Dave was going to admit it fully, he did miss this place. He missed Roxy, Karkat, Blu, Bloo, and everyone else who he had managed to become friends with. Now this area seemed completely foreign to him, as if he was some type of outcast. Was he really one now? Dave hadn't been gone for a full while.


    His mind had slipped away from the fact that Bec Noir was still out there. Of course, Dave was still seething about what had happened during their last interaction, but what could he do about it now? Bec Noir might have moved on to someone else. In fact, if he did, that would be great. Less things to worry about for Dave. Whoo! Someone call the relief cops, because someone just let out a huge sigh at the thought of not having to worry about anything. Boy, was the Strider wrong. Still, he had no idea that Bec Noir was possibly out in LunarClan territory again, so he simply walked along, trying to sort through his various thoughts as he did so. If Karkat saw him here, what would he say? He would probably chase him out. What about if someone else saw him here? Dave didn't really want to know. He was just here, walking down memory lane while he had the chance.


    It was good to remember every now and then, as time often passed without warning.


    /sorry for extreme lateness omg


    of course, karkat was there.
    his nightmares had returned, consisting of bec noir; the previous incident with him, and the terrified screams of dave. so he was even more restless than he had been before, but this time, he had no shoulder to cry on once he woke up in the middle of the night. his den was almost as empty as he felt.
    the melanistic jaguar was once again up in the treetops, fidgeting constantly as he had been trying to hopefully sleep up there. his paws were dangling off of the sides in the typical display, but he just couldn't get comfortable.
    something about the air on this night unsettled him. something just wasn't right. his gut feeling would prove to be true later on. there was a light crunch of the dry leaves below him, and as karkat peered down to take a look, it was none other than dave.
    he froze. he didn't know what to do. for a long time, he just watched in a pained silence, but eventually he choked out, " D-DAVE?


    #lunarkarkat

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]A voice had shattered the silence that had once engulfed the area and by instinct, Dave froze, muscles stiffening, prepared to use time control as a defense mechanism if he needed to do so. However, that voice sounded familiar, and Dave could have sworn that he heard it before; after all, why did it make his heart feel like it was being wrenched out of his chest while he was still alive? Dave tilted his shaded red eyes around the area, scanning for the source of the voice - it didn't take him long to figure out that it had been none other than his now ex-boyfriend, the one who he had dreaded yet also anticipated meeting. The one who had cheated on him and made him feel like complete shit. The one who probably stopped caring about him after he left. The one who still had a part of Dave's heart. "'Sup, Vantas?" Dave called, deciding to quit looking for him and instead just go with it.


    Now there was the real question: was this interaction going to be awkward or was this actually going to work out? Dave doubted that they would end up being friends after what had happened a couple of days earlier, but he didn't want the interaction to be full of tension, no. Couldn't they have a simple interaction as ex-lovers? No, that was most likely just wishful thinking. Dave forced his muscles to relax and let out a breath in order to simply calm himself, and it did work, just like his regular pokerface. It seemed as if he couldn't avoid this, so he might as well just attempt to make it work.


    The last time that they actually had a good conversation alone seemed to be so far away, and Dave didn't want to think about that. In fact, he wanted to go back in time and slap his younger self in order to prevent himself from making stupid decisions such as actually putting his trust into Karkat and having the other find all about his damn insecurities. Honestly, he had been so idiotic. However, Dave never did that, even though he always swore to himself that he would. Ha, his whole life was ironic.


    damn, he seemed so nonchalant.
    karkat was no fool, and he knew how the striders hid what they felt by their dark shades and straught faces. so, the dark feline faltered, watching dave anxiously; it was impossible to read him. there was a short moment of utter quiet before the sound of claws digging into tree bark broke that silence. karkat made his way down, and upon reaching the bottom, froze completely. he wanted to hug him, hold him and never go. it seemed unfitting to do that, however, so karkat held his head high and tried not to let his voice waver. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? " he whispered. he didn't sound hostile or sarcastic, just generally curious. and a little relieved.


    #lunarkarkat

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]( i'm sorry i have to have jake awkwardly interrupt this is going to be so much fun )


    Such a touching moment. It would be a shame if someone were to obliviously interrupt. Ha! Guess who was here. Jake fucking English screwing up every single touching moment there was in all of history. Jake was an oblivious guy by nature, though, so it wouldn't be too much of a surprise if he managed to screw something like this up. Jake was only alert when he needed to be, and today, he was way off of his game. That was probably because his guard had been up nearly all day, and it got a little tiring after a couple of hours of doing nothing but dragging his own weight as well as the weight of the others he was supposed to be helping out with. Jake knew better than to go out at night without a weapon, however, so he took his own sword that he had gotten from Bec Noir as a source of defense.


    "Karkat? Who in the bloody hell are you speaking to?" Jake inquired curiously as he approached, his dark green eyes resting upon the other figure. Feline. Shades. Clearly a Strider, but Jake knew that it wasn't Dirk. "Strider?" He could tell that it was a Strider but he wasn't quite sure of which one it actually was. There seemed to be tons of them running around and Jake wasn't certain who was who, although he did get the hint that it wasn't Dirk. Dirk had different shades and this one looked much more different, and even had a different atmosphere around him, even though they both seemed to be pretty chill. Jake did hear of Dave leaving, though, so he was a little curious on why the hell the other was here as of now. Were they having a little reunion? Didn't they break up? Wasn't Karkat already moving on and wasn't Dave doing the same? Jake wasn't too certain on what they were doing now but the last thing he expected was to see these two together again, or at least conversing.


    Shit, Jake just probably ruined it.