but you've got blood on your hands, and i know it's mine / open, 'return'

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; How long had she been gone? Twelve hours, twenty-four hours? Two days? Roxy lost track of time while her mind was muddled by booze, but surely it must have taken at least a few solid hours for her to reform at the bottom of that cave and finally manage to god-tier. People were bound to be suspicious: she was coated in dried blood, her fur looked different, and she vanished the moment after she was promoted to deputy. Even if she wanted to, Lalonde really couldn't lie her way out of this one.


    "...Hey," she tried to greet casually to passerby as she finally found her way back to the camp. That, too, had taken some time, since she didn't have the energy to use her ghostmode again for a while. She had to travel on foot.


    "I, uh. * happened, heh... yeah." She was going to wait until more people showed up; Roxy was not in the mood to recount her 'adventure' more times than she had to. What she really wanted was a nap, jesus. Was that so much to ask for?


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    Gavin looked over at Roxy, and immediately noticed the change. Did she go godtier, it seemed likely due to her fur change and a new masky thing.
    "Hey Roxy, did you go godtier?" He asked, well no use dancing round the issue.

    Oh shit! Roxy! Michael's head whipped around at the sound of the pink cats voice only to notice that her coat was now white. "Roxy! Holy shit, thank god you're okay! What the fuck happened?! You were gone for twelve hours!"

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    the dalmation was the next to pad up, her chocolate speckled tail wagging as she saw the familiar feminine face of the chief To-Be. She wasn't one to complain about her absence, after all, aspen as well was quite prone to wander on depressing walks where she mulled about her life and past sins. but, that, of course, was over. She'd buried the hatchet completely.


    or so she believed.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; She laughed nervously and nodded towards Gavin and Michael's questions, offering Aspen a little wave in greeting as well. "I, uh, um. Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I'm a Rouge of fuckin' Void, hell yeah," Lalonde did a little dance while she said it, trying to lighten up the mood. "Okay... okay, I wanna wait until Ryan's here to tell the whole story, it'll knock your fucking god hood right off your head, trust me." Roxy at least gave a half-hearted flirtatious wink while she bit her lip. Yikes, he was not going to like the smell of booze on her fur underneath all the blood.[/fancypost]
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    "Welcome to the club! Micool! Get your Heir of Rage arse over here!" Gavin said, bounding over impatiently to drag the brown tabby over when he got a bit too impatient.




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    Michael started swatting at Gavin with his paws once Gav started to drag him over. "Godteir buddies now I guess! Rogue of Void. Very cool."

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    Gavin smiled happily and sat down.
    "What's some of your voidy powers?"




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; "Heir of rage? Prince of Time? Cool shit," she shakily managed, glad for a change of subject. "Oh! Oh, shit, check this out-" Roxy switched on her newly-acquired invisibility with a laugh, snuck around Gavin, and aimed to give him a friendly bop on the head. Then, she switched it off, and to further showcase her new powers, conjured a Perfectly Generic Object (she just knew it was in all caps for some reason). It was a green square, basically, with slightly rounded edges and an overall bland look. She still needed to practice.[/fancypost]
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    Gavin laughed as the femme tapped her head. Gavin looked at the Perfectly Generic Object and smiled. Later on when she could control that summoning, she would definitely be a badass.
    "That's so cool! I mean before I could just slomo people, but now I'm pretty sure I could jump back or forward in time, maybe even freeze all of time!" He said, flapping his wings happily




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    "that's rubbish Micool! Every godtier gets specialized power based on their aspect and class, doughnut! You just haven't found it yet!"




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; "Oh man, that's hella rad!" she grinned, readjusting her mask while she spoke. "But man, don't worry, I'm sure you got some sickass rage powers in there. Heir of rage? You could, like, inherit super strength when you're, uh, angry. Or maybe the ability to... uh... make yourself angrier? Is that a thing? Anyway." She shook her head. "If... uh, if Ryan's not gonna get here soon... I guess I'll start. But I'd prefer if he were here." As much as Roxy didn't want to admit it, he helped steady her; hell, he was there through the booze phase and still was with her, which was more than she could say about most people she knew. Even her own mother did a shit job at guiding her through her problems.[/fancypost]
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    Make himself angrier? Michael wasn't sure if that was even possible. The brown tabby's temper was infamous for being explosive and often times violent. "Becoming angrier? That could potentially put the whole clan in danger." Michael joked at his white furred friend.

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    If Ryan had the physical ability to growl, let it be known that now of all times was when the fox would take full advantage of the opportunity. But instead the vulpine male expressed his sour mood in his facial expression as he trotted over in a brisk pace. "Roxy, what the fuck, you had us worried!" The Chief snapped as he pushed his way through the crowd, his voice low like a scolding parent but obviously reflecting his concern for the female. He aimed to swiftly pull the female into a tight hug, snorting in irritation through his nose although his voice cracked as he spoke once more, a clear sign of his distress at the Roxy's brief but apparent status of being missing. "Where did you go? Are you okay?" Obviously she didn't appear injured, but physical wounds weren't quite the only thing Ryan was referring to: he knew the female could easily be susceptible to some torturous emotional drama, and he'd hate to think that she'd fled because some of her emotions got the better of her.


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    Kitty could relate to roxys emotional situations. She went through her own shiz every day. Her blue eyes turned silvery as she walked away. She didnt want to hurt people by dissapearing anymore but it was had not to...hm....

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; She could feel herself tense up as Ryan embraced her in a hug, and Roxy froze for several moments before allowing herself to squeeze him back. "Shit... I-I'm sorry, um. Okay." It looked like her few moments of easy talk were gone again, but that was for the best. She had to get this out. Roxy barely recognized the fact that Kitty was leaving, but shook it away. Being focused would make it easier to spit out.


    "I... I lied about what the totem showed me," she murmured softly, still in Ryan's steady grip. "I, uh. Shit." Her voice cracked. "I died, in it. Died! Shit, it fucking freaked me out... shit, shit, shit. I didn't know what to do, um. The color said it was a guidance totem, but, like, fuck, dying isn't fucking guidance! So I went and had a... um. I panicked. A panic attack, I think? Shit," she muttered again. Roxy took her time to make sure her breathing stayed normal, not wanting this to escalate again. All of her preplanned speech dissolved in front of her; she was grasping at straws, struggling to explain what really should have been easy. God dammit. You can do this, they're here to fucking HELP, don't you dare fucking wimp out now. Hopefully her slight tremor wasn't visible; Ryan would be able to feel it, but nobody else would notice, hopefully.


    "So." She took a breath. "I ran into a cave, and I fucking fucked everything up, and I fell down into the rest of the cave, I guess. And then I was... um. Well, I broke my leg. And then I was... I was... attacked? By a really fucking horrible thing. I couldn't see it but... uh... this... this is what it did." Finally, she disentangled herself from Ryan and lifted up her god tier outfit, revealing her scar underneath. Four long claw marks stretched from her top of her lungs all the way down to the bottom of her stomach. "It knocked me down into a deeper level... I think... shit. It was really fucking creepy. Like, a burial site. And my god tier bed was there, so I did die, like the totem said I would. But I came back. And... shit. That's... that's what happened. I'll... I'll specify some other shit to you later," she added as an afterthought to Ryan, turning to look him in the eye. Even temporarily omitting the part about her drinking and her thoughts about her mom left a knot in her stomach. As much as she wouldn't like to do it, she'd have to come clean to the leader in a more private setting.[/fancypost]
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