SINGIN' THIS'LL BE THE DAY THAT I DIE ; private

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: justify] #jinorabby
    Jinny was currently sitting outside of her shop, doing...well, not doing much. dreamie literally had no muse right now. Grr.


    (this is so pathetic I'm so sorry)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Melodicbalance Darling[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]TIDALCLAN — WARRIOR — [abbr=17 moons physically, 21 moons mentally, goddess of passion and loyalty, single, no apprentice]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Invisibility, all free powers, memory manipulation, shapeshifting]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Attack in mistyrose, no kill, ask for capture or maim]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Ascended Maid of Rage, formerly Estella Darling]OTHER[/abbr]
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    Mel, on the other paw, was wandering. She was trying to get used to a certain hobble that would't make her ribs nor her broken leg hurt more than they usually did, but unfortunately she couldn't go far from her own shop before the slit down her stomach started to hurt a lot.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: justify] #jinorabby
    Jinora actually had quite a few patients these days - like, these people had no chill. Somebody was always dying, or getting hurt, or breaking a bone. Gah. She'd been meaning to check up on a couple of those more severely injured. One of those people? Mel.


    Noticing the injured feline, Jinny glanced up, and waved at her. "Hey, Mel! How're your injuries?" She asked.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Melodicbalance Darling[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]TIDALCLAN — WARRIOR — [abbr=17 moons physically, 21 moons mentally, goddess of passion and loyalty, single, no apprentice]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Invisibility, all free powers, memory manipulation, shapeshifting]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Attack in mistyrose, no kill, ask for capture or maim]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Ascended Maid of Rage, formerly Estella Darling]OTHER[/abbr]
    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]"Morning, Jinora. They're a bit better, my ribs and leg aren't hurting as much but I'm still wary about the cut on my stomach." Mel offered the younger female a bright smile, violet eyes sparkling happily as she gave the apothecary a sort of health report.


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