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    WHEN THOSE EYES IN THE MIRROR STARE BACK AT ME

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][size=10][b][font=georgia]I'M REMINDED THAT THE GHOST OF PRIDE IS CLEAR TO SEE !
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; width: 490px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: verdana; line-height:85%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Ever since the sun had come up, he'd been frantically teleporting around searching for a certain someone — that someone being none other than his precious baby sister. Not too long ago, he'd run into their elder sister, Izumi (though most of her clanmates seemed to know her as 'Lacie' for reasons still unknown to him; he intended on looking into the matter eventually), in shadowclan. However, judging by her words, it seemed that she was unsure of her whereabouts as well. Had he been your average guy, he might have decided to call it quits for the day a couple hours back — after all, there was only so much searching an individual could take before they either grew tired, bored, hungry, thirsty, or began experiencing all four. However... if something had happened to his precious baby sister he knew that he'd never be able to sleep right again.


    Without any warning, the tall, ebony-hued kitsune would materialize right at the sunclan border, an incredibly serious expression present upon his features. It wasn't often that one got to see him like this, given that he was usually a pretty laid-back and humorous creature. However, at the moment, he had little time for jokes. All of that could wait until he found who he was looking for.


    [b]"Excuse me," he would state icily, utilizing sound manipulation to project his voice farther so that he may make his presence known to those within the vicinity. "I'd highly appreciate it if I would be allowed to speak with one of the residents here." He was completely exhausted and more than ready to drop, and somewhat cold, yet unwilling to allow himself even a minute of rest, and that had put him in a fairly nasty mood. A stifling air of tension had enveloped his regal form; he now radiated the same callousness that others had always tended to associate with his elder sibling. Hopefully, someone would come to greet him soon, for while he very well understood the saying 'patience was a virtue', he was just about out of it by now.


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    [color=transparent] #hiroominase #ikaishii #chain #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #000099

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    Most had heard the call, her tattered ears flicking in the direction of its source. She spread her silvery wings, and launched herself into the air, and eventually came to stop in front of Hiroomi. The female smiled a little, the inner part of her icy optic a glittering red. [color=lightcyan]"Sunclan member, here. How can I help?" The femme said politely.






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    [size=8]He wondered if this guy was joining. Maybe, but maybe not. Joiners were usually more exact. Alaskanpaw padded over, ears cocking in interest.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; width: 350px; text-align: justify;]Boo was next to join the scene, mocha visionaries glancing around at those present. Eventually, his gaze would land on the stranger. He would offer a small smile in greeting, choosing to stay quiet for the moment. Someone had already addressed Hiroomi, so there was no point in him repeating what had already been said.

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    [b][size=20pt]DEAN![/size]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; overflow: auto; width: 370px; height: 110px; font-family: times new roman]Dean trotted over and tipped his head, curious.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    This didn't look like a joiner, nor were his words what joiners would typically say for their first statement, and the air engulfing the stranger was taut with tension. He was searching for someone; Steve had seen several people who had been attempting to locate another before, and a few of them had shared the same solemn expression. If he was here, it was incredibly likely that whomever he was looking for was here as well. It tended to work that way, in the retriever's experience.


    The cornsilk colored canine stood towards the back of the small group, his head cocked a fraction. Maybe he wasn't looking for someone; either way, they wouldn't know until he spoke again.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -13px; letter-spacing: 1px;] [size=22pt]JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES ★[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;] SUNCLAN — WARRIOR — HOVER FOR TAGS

    tags for mobile

    [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2][hr]The canine had seen a group of his clan-mates gathered together, and had decided to approach. So, this guy was looking for a SunClan member? Fair enough. The shepard-mix would pull up besides Steve, having seen the golden-retriever. Barnes wouldn't say anything because it seemed that Mistflight was already attending to the situation.


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    WHEN THOSE EYES IN THE MIRROR STARE BACK AT ME

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][size=10][b][font=georgia]I'M REMINDED THAT THE GHOST OF PRIDE IS CLEAR TO SEE !
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    Mentally, he would push that possibility to the back of his mind. Regardless of whether or not that was the case, he absolutely had to confirm that she was all right. Idly flicking several of his tails, the tall creature's gaze would flit restlessly back and forth between the sunclanners, as though her were trying to determine which one of them would be the first to answer him. He was feeling rather agitated, so to ensure that this would be fast he had activated the Sight. He was in no mood to tolerate liars, and if he had to, he wouldn't hesitate to make that clear with a... demonstration, of sorts. Of course, he didn't want to resort to that, but these individuals would be wise to simply give him straight answers and not attempt to test his patience at this time.[/fancypost]
    [color=transparent] #hiroominase #ikaishii #chain #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #000099

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    [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2][hr]The canine immediately knew who he was speaking of. Buck would scoff, before quirking a nonexistent brow and nodding, "Does she have a tendency to be filled with sass? Maybe act a bit blunt?" Sarcasm obviously laced within his tone. Yeah, he knew name. "She joined just a bit ago." The SunClanner would let his hazel gaze travel over the guy. Hopping that he had given him the information he needed.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px;][justify][size=9pt][font=times new roman]she has maybe seen the person this due was talking about. she had a good memory, and the description bucky gave did seem familiar. but she couldn't confirm she knew who it was. padding up, the serval blinked her olive eyes and bounced over next to dean.


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    WHEN THOSE EYES IN THE MIRROR STARE BACK AT ME

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][size=10][b][font=georgia]I'M REMINDED THAT THE GHOST OF PRIDE IS CLEAR TO SEE !
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    In his peripheral vision he caught someone scoff, and immediately, he would focus his sharp gaze on the individual. At his description, a dry smile would slowly etch itself into his features. Oh yes, that sounded about right. [b]"Isn't it endearing?" he would remark offhandedly, allowing himself a little chuckle. His voice, however, contained an almost dangerous undertone, as though he were daring the male to answer with anything other than a 'yes'. Though, he had really meant for him to take it as nothing more than a rhetorical question, so he supposed no answer at all was fine as well.


    Ah, well, it seemed she wasn't in any danger here. Not to mention that this clan's inhabitants seemed like fairly decent people, so there was really no harm in letting her stay. Though, just in case something came up in the future...


    In a mere instant, the kitsune's attitude drastically changed. Dropping the serious, somewhat threatening facade, he reverted back to his usual laid-back and whimsical self. "Ah, sooo," he drawling, idly flicking several of his tails as he once again glanced around at those currently present. "You people don't mind me joining, do you? If you need my name, then it's Hiroomi Nase Baskerville."[/fancypost]
    [color=transparent] #hiroominase #ikaishii #chain #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #000099

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    Steve remembered her. The female's first words were to tell Bucky to never become a comedian because he wasn't funny, and while Bucky hadn't been too bothered by it, Steve had been. He'd never mixed well with people of such a personality; there were never altercations, but the retriever never quite relaxed in their presence. Their version of honesty was blunt, and it was less truth than it was a personal opinion they did not care to keep to themselves. Mitsuki wasn't the first individual with a candid demeanor that he'd come across, and he wouldn't call it endearing.


    He wanted to join? Probably to keep an eye on her. According to the name he gave, Steve assumed they were likely siblings, or at the very least related. [B]"We don't mind at all," Steve answered, inclining his head. "Welcome to SunClan, Hiroomi. I'm Steve. Do you need a tour or have any other questions?"
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    AS THE CONSTELLATIONS FALL AND TURN TO DUST

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][size=10][b][font=georgia]WE COLLIDE AND BURN UNTIL THE BREAKING DAWN !
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    [b]"You're as tenacious as you are perverted."


    The obsidian-hued kitsune's remark contained an odd mixture of disgust and grudging admiration, though it was mostly the former. Given that she was quite capable of looking out for herself now, she saw no need for him to be here, nor any reason for her to continue following him wherever he went. Her glaciate barrier, albeit being weaker than his and still far weaker than their older sister's, was still strong enough to be able to contain most of the demons that came her way. The power gap between them was noticeably smaller; she was sure that their sibling would even say so if she were to test her now. And for those who were resistant to her powers, she could always summon Yakiimo, just as she had done back when she'd sneaked away to go hunting when she'd still been a child.


    Taking a step forward, she opened her mouth, about to tell him to 'go and die', but that was when another thought suddenly resurfaced in her mind. Earlier, someone — that someone being a familiar (one of Izumi's, she had presumed, judging by their words and how they had addressed her) — had informed her that a good 'friend' of hers would be arriving in sunclan soon, along with an 'important' acquaintance of his. That 'friend', could only be referring to him — she was sure of it. He was too unpredictable, far too much for her to handle on her own if he went out of control. Perhaps that was why her older brother had been sent here — to help her. Although she hated admitting it, there was no denying the fact that when push came to shove, Hiroomi always managed to get things done. He was always kept a cool head and worked well under pressure, his strengths covered for her weaknesses and vice versa as well. Not to mention that even in the past, they had always worked well as a duo. And so, taking all of that into consideration, Mitsuki came to the decision that it would be best for him to stay; she would inform him of what Komachi had told her earlier the next time they got the chance to talk in private.


    Moving on; seeing as he had joined the clan literally a second ago, she doubted her sibling knew of the whole SunClan / ColouredClan war that would be starting sometime soon. So far, it didn't seem like either side had made a move, but if ColouredClan did attack first... well, if they weren't careful, either one or both of them could end up finding themselves face-to-face with Miyuki Shiba or Tatsuya Shiba. The former, who she happened to know quite well and was on good terms with, was already a huge threat, given her ability to manipulate ice and snow and drop the surrounding temperature to one that could create liquid nitrogen and give people frostbite in minutes, as well as several other 'spells' in her repertoire of which she did not want to find herself on the receiving end. As for Tatsuya... calling him a shinigami could even be viewed as an understatement. Those two were something special — anyone who'd met once could tell, you didn't even need a high level of perception. Finally, there was just the fact that she didn't want to fight with her niece and nephew.


    But... she didn't want them attacking her new clan while she was just getting settled in, either.


    Inwardly, the girl sighed, allowing herself the immaturity of an eye roll. Some anticlans were horribly stupid. They waged war just because they had nothing better to do with their time — it was quite pathetic, in her opinion. If they thought they could consider themselves cool by killing everybody on the opposing side, then they were beyond help. Unfortunately, sanity and intelligence were not things that you buy or find lying around in the woods. And just as her sister had once said: 'if they only way someone could instill fear was through violence, then they were worth less than the shit they kicked out of their enemies' asses'.


    She just had to find a way to contact them, somehow negotiate something with them so that they didn't participate in the upcoming war. They would probably ask her to do something in exchange, but given that they were reasonable individuals, she was pretty sure that they wouldn't ask her to do anything outrageous. But just in case, she wanted to consult with Hiroomi before she spoke to them. Tatsuya, especially, was intimidating and not that easy to talk to. Perhaps she could get her brother to speak with him, and she could do the same with Miyuki.


    Settling back on her haunches, the femme would retain her nonchalant demeanor and tone of voice, as she offered a rather flat-sounding 'welcome to the clan'. Though as she did so, she discreetly inclined her head to the side, hoping that he would take it as a sign that she wanted to ask him something. Hiroomi had always been good at reading people, so surely he would understand.[/fancypost]
    [color=transparent] #mitsukinase #ikaishii #chain #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #99CCFF