tremble, little lion man / open, fortune totem

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Her breathing was focused, direct, rhythmic. Her muscles were loose and relaxed, and only the sounds of nature rang in her ears: the low whistle of wind, the ruffling of leaves, high chirps and buzzes from local fauna. She wasn't too far from the camp - any hunting patrol could easily find her - but it was nice to have the illusion of solitude when she needed it.


    Objects laid scattered around Roxy, ranging from Perfectly Generic Objects to smaller things, like new scarves or various masks. Conjuring required focus, something she generally lacked, so it was good practice to try to hone her skills.


    "Mrm... let's see, what next... my spirit totem?" she mumbled aloud, her eyes still shut. "Mmm, yeah. Yeah, better get to know that spirit, I guess. Huh." Roxy nodded absently, raising her two front paws. She steadied her mind and, as with all the other things she'd conjured, reached into the void and began to mentally search for what she wanted. After all, she "stole nothing" - or, rather, erased the essence of nothing from an object to create something (she didn't really get it either, hence her practice).


    With a small flash of blue light, an object dropped into Roxy's paws. It felt heavier than her own totem, and differently shaped, with odd ridges and bumps. Definitely not a bird. The chief to-be opened her eyes, and staring back was a white totem with a gaping void on the inside, the hole shaped like a butterfly. "Oh * no-"


    You're in third-person again, watching from another body, another pair of eyes. The other Roxy - presumably your future self - clings to her head, wrinkling her god tier fabric underneath her paws. "Sh-*, get the * out of my head, you're dead, you're DEAD," she yells, horrified. Once again, you try to move, to help, but you are stuck, watching as you descend into madness, yelling at yourself.


    Shaking out of her brief comatose, Roxy fumbled with the fortune totem and threw it as far as she could. "Get the * away! Holy *, you're not, *, *, I *ing hate those things, *," she swore. Lalonde scrambled to her feet and ran the opposite way, towards the camp.


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    okay so basically, if you didn't understand (since I'm sorta tired and can't judge if this is comprehensible xD), Roxy was messing around with conjuring and accidentally conjured a fortune totem, where she saw herself basically sort of going insane she's not though i promise][/fancypost]
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    Jackie was about to carry her kill to camp when suddenly she heard crashing and tumbling. The brown tabby pricked her ears towards the noise , "Roxy?!What's wrong?" She asked running to the she-cat.

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    He heard the deputy chattering away with herself, unbeknownst to him at the time that she was alone, and so it spiked his curiosity and he investigated. Perhaps it was his lonesome self seeking comradery again, wanting to converse with someone mindlessly in the woods. But now was not the time, he soon figured out, when he came upon the nervous god tier. He too was filled with a vague fright and he bounded over, hissing wildly, "What in the god's names happened, Roxy?" Sharp yellow eyes flickered to Jacky before focusing back on the Rogue of Void.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; "Oh, y'know, nothin' much, just, uh, seein' my future self go batshit crazy, no bid deal, hahah, heheh, shit, we could all probs go home, y'know, it was a fortune totem! So, shit, that means I guess I'm lucky I start mutterin' to myself all the damn time, it's okay everyone, the crazy train has a discount today, two for one, or a season fuckin' pass, choo choo motherfuckers," she answered in a single, long breath towards Jackie and Jasper, fumbling over her words and rambling further and further off point. The deputy shook her head, looking back towards were she threw the totem. "It's like? Shit, they're determined to fucking show me horrible god damn FUCKING things, like, 'Hey, it's the Lalonde bitch! She deserves a fuckfull of our finest creepy futures, free of fuckin' charge.' Like, hell, sign me the FUCK up for that fuckin' horror house, shit."


    "Sorry, fuck, that got way off fucking point. It doesn't matter," she shook her head, trying to dismiss the issue. By the cracks in her voice and the tremor in her step, however, she wasn't very convincing in proving that she was okay.[/fancypost]
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    Gavin arrived at the scene just in time to hear the cheif to be's little rant. In all honesty, he didn't blame her. In the span of like two days Michael had received a totem heralding Gavin's death, and Gavin himself had stumbled upon one, literally, seeing the death of one of his oldest frinds. So yeah, he didn't blame her at all.
    "I can burn it." He said solemnly, quite ungavin like.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]The screeching noises startled the tigress, who quickly poofed into invisibility as soon as the shouts were heard, and she stood in the middle of camp shaking fearfully for a moment before daring to look out and see what had happened. After all, while she was a fearful creature, she was also very curious, which led her to come close to the catastrophe at hand and tilt her head.


    The dilemma facing her Clanmate was beyond Caprice, who could only stare hopelessly at the stranger and hope that everything was okay. Though, she did fade back into visibility, while slightly transparent.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]He wasn't a touchy-feely guy but wasn't one to watch another, more specifically a clan-mate, suffer so. Her anguish was buried into his bones, her voice cracks knocking hard on the doors to his chest, and the strings of his heart being tugged so effortlessly so by the way she held the world upon her shoulders. An Atlas in herself, you could call her a hero for veiling such devastations. Her pretense flooded by cussing and rambling wasn't hard to see through-- hell, it was unmistakable now.


    Jasper's face contorted with sincere concern as he came forth, aiming to rest his chin upon the shoulder of the young femme. His gaze then fixed upon Gavin whom spoke up in a manner very unlike him and the herbalist agreed silently. Burning it, yes, he thought that to be effective. Just the visual of watching the flames engulf her misfortune, surely that would do the trick? Letting a sigh loose from his pressed lips, he murmured quietly, "Relax, alright? It does matter, kamerad, but not everything is in your control. Just remember," He pushed away and went to press his nose ever so slightly to the same spot, "It wasn't real.." Easier said than done, but he felt the need nevertheless.

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    IC:
    It seemed everyone was in agreeance to burning the totem, so that's what Gavin did, clearing yet another abomination from the world.




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    #PrinceTimeGav
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Roxy stiffened when Jasper pressed his nose into her shoulder, but melted into the touch soon after, pressing her neck against his shoulder in response. "My other one came true," was all she muttered in response to what he said. She didn't want to talk any more about it; the vision was still swimming in her head. Hallucinations? Possession? Am I just... that fucking messed up? Does... does someone die? Dread settled in her stomach.


    "...Wait..." she began after some time, her breath having slowed down just a little bit. "Wait, wait wait holy FUCK DON'T BURN IT!" she screeched suddenly, wrenching her head away from Jasper's (as comforting as it was). Lalonde conjured a fire blanket and snuffed out the fire, patting it down very angrily on the totem. "Look, oh god, I wanna see it burn as much as the next fuckin' fellow, look at me, there's fuckin' tear-snot running down my fuckin' nose," she muttered, wiping her eyes for good measure, "but they're, like, spirits, right? Spirits get angry if you burn their shit. We should- we should wait for Ryan. So... so don't... don't burn them. It could get a lot worse." She let that hang.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]It made sense to want to burn it, but just as well, doing so could cause more trouble than what was already there. He fully supported the ritual lighting of the damned thing, but also understood when the deputy ushered over to the bewitched artifact. He'd give her space if she wanted, but also glanced pleadingly over as if to offer more comfort (redeemable whenever she'd like, as well).

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    IC:
    Gavin sighed softly.
    "Fine. But I already accidently burned one abomination." He said, staring at the ground.




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    #PrinceTimeGav
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px dotted black; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic; font-size: 15pt;]"It's hard to remember what you've forgotten."[/fancypost]
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    IC:
    "Well excuse me for being sleep depreived and making horrid decisions based on my emotional state." Gavin said in his defense, fur bristling. I mean, the one person he hates most in the world is going to attempt to kill his friends




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    #PrinceTimeGav
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px dotted black; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic; font-size: 15pt;]"It's hard to remember what you've forgotten."[/fancypost]
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