YOUNG LOVER'S RAGE | open, important

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify;]Ladyliberty wasn't really into the business of Cains and Wednesday's relationship since it only brought up memories of her sister, but she knew that the dogtag's were their "thing" and Wednesday wouldn't just throw it on the ground like that unless some serious shit had happened. The sun kissed she-cat approached the Marine with a polite frown. "Everything okay between you and Cains, Wednesday? Why'd you throw the tag on the ground?"

#ladylib2k15

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(what the FUCK FUE
OH MY GOD
ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME CARAIN ANGST
BECAUSE IT'S WORKING)

Jinora wrinkled her nose, wondering why Wednesday smelled like the Exiles. Peering at her friend through suspicious mahogany optics, Jinora frowned. "Hospy gave it to you as a gift from Cains, I...think." She didn't know the whole story behind the dog tag thing, but she knew Cains had one, too. "Cara, why do you smell like the Exiles? You need to go take a bath. It reeks." She said. Part of her was teasing, whereas the other part was not.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; width: 400px; height: undefinded; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -.5px;]And moments like this was when Hammy clammed up and became about as useful a stone someone just tripped over. Yes, he could listen to someone prattle on about their emotions for hours and be fine but when he actually need to do or say something to them, the hazel eyed tom simply froze. To add on top of that it was not like he stalked every single person here to know everything that went on. To him - the dog tags were simply dog tags. His solution? Let the girls deal with it. They seemed to know what they were doing, he hoped. He wasn't to sure. All he knew was that he didn't know anything, it involved his older brother, and he had a major feeling that he was invading on something important.

"Cainsmark is Tidalclan's regent," he stated a bit unsure.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify;]Ladyliberty swallowed and nodded. "Hampton's right. He's the Regent and also your boyfriend? You, like, had shrines for him and stuff. Totally obsessed." She meowed with unease, shifting on her alabaster sprinkled paws and tapping a claw impatiently. Lady wasn't impatient; she just didn't want Cains to go through what she had been through with Dally disappearing and stuff.

#ladylib2k15

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[align=center][font=georgia]FALLEN ANGEL, with a BROKEN ARROW
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[ jfc FUE ]

"You don't-- remember me?" he interrupted as he stopped beside Hampton, gaze locked in Raela as he simply stared at her. That didn't make any sense-- why was he the only thing she seemed uncertain about? Was this Charlie again, or-- Exiles scent hit him a second later, and he just stared at her wordlessly for a moment before looking away, struggling to keep everything shoved down before it could show in his expression. He already knew his eyes would give him away, so he just didn't meet her gaze for a moment before he was finally finding her green stare.

"I'm Cain," he offered quietly, but didn't clarify anything else. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to explain. He was furious with the Exiles and confused about Raela, and after a beat he felt the flood of Hospy's anxiety. He was trying to figure out what this meant before he let himself panic. He glanced at Lady, but merely looking away again, unsure if he would have told her that himself.

(He remembered standing in the middle of Eden territory and knowing the girl before him, but when she asked he told her that no, she didn't know him. Of course she didn't know him. Maybe he just seemed familiar, and what was her name?)

[ I JUST GOT NINJAD FOUR TIMES ]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; width: 400px; height: undefinded; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -.5px;]It was good that someone else had taken over her second question because Hampton could not have answered that question on his own. It was sad that he could not, because apparently, she was dating his brother. He really need to catch up. He pulled out of his thoughts in time to see Cains arrival as he came to a stop next to him. For his sake, Hammy really hoped that this was simply a joke the girl was playing.

He moved to speak, but froze as Wednesday beat him to the act, pausing to listen to her words. Slowly, he move his eye, but not his head, between the two, a sad smile creeping over his jaw. No, she wasn't joking. He could see that now as he watch. He might not know the girl but he knew his bother. Cainsmark would never date someone that cruel. The memory, he believe the regent could accept, but why couldn't she have kept the tags? If not for herself than for him. The apprentice did even want to see the look of hurt spread across his face.

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[ MY EXILES CHARACTER DID THIS OOPS ]
[ #DONOTKILLDEER ]

sammy frowned. this was like his case when he lost his memories, but instead of someone he loved (he doesn't even like anyone here in a romantic way), he forgot everything. this, this was different. padding over, the cheetah frowned as she greeted herself to cains. what was his brother thinking at the moment? they had gotten together not too long ago, and now here they were, broken once again. "why were you in the exiles?"

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*loud screaming* trACK
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#keeprunning

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[align=center][font=georgia]FALLEN ANGEL, with a BROKEN ARROW
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He didn't know what to say. He just stared at her, his gaze dropping to her dogtag for a beat as he avoided her eyes. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't a problem he could fix, wasn't something he could change or fight against. It was different when it was Sweetie -- because with Sweetie he had a reason and a cause and it was his fault because there never would have been Isis if not for Set. With Sweetie he could take a step back and acknowledge that while he didn't believe any of the things she'd accused him of, it was still something he'd done.

What was he supposed to say about Raela simply forgetting him? Was it still his fault if this was a targeted fuck-you from the Exiles? If she was his marine and thereby his responsibility to keep track of as a regent and not just a boyfriend?

He felt Hospy pressing harder at their bond now. Felt the rush of comfort that reminded him to breathe, to get through this encounter at least. The gold in his irises throbbed and spread a bit as he glanced up at Raela once more, letting out a light, "Oh. Yeah. Nice to meet you, Raela." He tried to convince himself that he didn't sound slightly choked, and pretended he didn't feel sick. It only partially managed to hide it as he let her give the tag back, maintaining his composure only because Hospy was working so hard to keep him together.

He took a step back, forcing everything down harder. He could do that, at least - could hold off until he got away from her. Cain had stopped looking at her now, and he just turned away and left before it got worse. He had nothing else to say, really. There was nothing else he could say.
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[/fancypost][align=center]#cainsbby #sugarcains

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; color: #000]Patrick gasped and ran over. This couldn't be happening! "Oh no! It can't sink! Somebody hurry and try to repair the ship!" he whispered. He was gonna sing at their maybe wedding! He flattened his ears and stayed beside Sammy, shaking his head. "Hnnng," was the last thing he said, worry for the two rising each minute.

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[color=transparent] #Patrickstump

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Jinora almost sat down and cried. She could feel Wednesday's confusion through their bond, which mingled with her own sense of loss. Her ship just got hit by a fucking iceberg: memory loss. What the fuck? Jinny was tempted to smack Wednesday, thinking this might just be a joke, but she knew better than that. Instead, the apothecary simple stared at Cains and Cara, utter disbelief in her wide mahogany gaze. "So...you remember me, but not...Cains?" She checked. What kind of sick, twisted person would do that to someone?

(DEER IMMA HUNT YOU DOWN)

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bc fFFFFFFFFFFFFF FUE WHYYYYYY oghworejfsdkljhoiughlkethnkghdfukjhglkjhreiuofdhjkslhksgutrfd

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Differentkit barely knew any of the people here, and he certainly didn't have the faintest clue what was going on. Who was Wednesday? She must have been very important to garner such a reaction from everyone. From listening quietly (something that took every ounce of concentration he could muster), the young kit gleaned that this Wednesday must have been in the Exiles, that group that TidalClan really seemed to dislike. Why had she been there? Differentkit crouched down in his clanmates' shadows, confusion etched into his round face as he watched the scene play out. He supposed the only way to answer all his questions was ask or watch and listen, and given how many other people were present and talking, he decided to settle for the second option.

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Clinton could not feel pleased at this, it was quite sad, someone losing all memory of someone else... it was rather sad, it had happened to someone she had been very close to, and that had only ended badly. The cream tabby stood off to the distance, only able to watch, not able to say anything, not wanting to say anything, her only ability at the moment was to pity the couple.