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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px;][justify][size=10]He was lost.


    Steve was dead.


    Best-friend. Soulmate. Partner in battle. All of the above, was gone.


    It hurt like nothing else had hurt before. Buck had gone into some state of semi-consciousness. He was just lost within his head. Hazel gaze glassed over, something of sheer pain and hurt spread across his features. His breathing shallow as the shepard-mix simply sat on the beach, staring out into the sea. Long ago he'd fallen into it and supposedly had been killed. Now he felt how the golden-retriever felt. Or, well, he figured that this was how the Silverblood felt when he had "died".


    There was no alcohol stench attached to him, for he hadn't had the energy. It was as if a whole entire part of him had been passed with Steve. His head was dipped slightly, line of sight moving to the small grains of sand. The crashing of waves remaining within the back of his head as the deputy continued to sit in an eerie silence.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; color: black; text-align: justify][hr][sub]well it only made sense to renegade that the first person she would try to find would be bucky. a lot had happened in her absence, and there was only one person she could go to and talk to about these things. however, the canine seemed completely. . . dead? the female unknowingly came over to him, now becoming concerned at the look on his face. "bucky?[/fancypost][align=center]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:400px;][justify][font=arial]Leave it to Juvenile to make a shitty job at trying to cheer things up, making her way over to Bucky, the deer contemplated on what she'd do. She never interacted with him before, but she liked to joke around that they were besties forever. Which was only because she also liked to joke that she was besties with everyone. Juvenile shrugged at her own thought, giving a smirk before plopping down beside the deputy. "Cheer up, Bucky." She said, rubbing her shoulders against her neck with a hopeful expression.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][spoiler=TAGS ★ INFO][justify]GENERAL ★ Juvenile Innocence | 8 months | gender-fluid | homosexual biromantic (closeted) | SunClan | Divine | Ciel Innocence xx NPC | Innocence family


    INTERACTION ★ MEDIUM in battle | fights with a long dagger | mentally medium | white tailed deer | attack in [color=#8C1717]italicized #8C1717 or risk being ignored | if mobile, put name in bold, italics, and underlined | absorption of spirits (4/9) | no other known powers


    [color=#FEF1B5]LINKS ★ biography | innocence family

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Maybe it's just me, but you don't tell someone to cheer up after their best friend dies, " Viral remarked slowly as he approached, casting Juvenile a sort of disbelieving glance. Yes, yes, incubi had no hearts and weren't meant to feel pity, but even he could see that that was a little aloof. He'd had plenty of time to learn the ways of the heart and knew how emotions worked, of course, and that did mean that he understood that a simple ' cheer up ' was a ridiculous thing to say in such a situation.


    The tiger blinked once, luminescent eyes thoughtful. " Are you alright, Bucky? "
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    #viralpandemic

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px;][justify][size=10]Renegade. Her voice rang out towards him, thought it was dulled in his head. There was a slow shifting of his weight, the sand moving underneath the sudden movement. It was uncomfortable. Tired. Of course, somewhere within the shepard-mix⏤ he was happy she was back. Him and Renegade had once been friends. Though, there was a great imbalance with unhappiness versus joy.


    "Hey, Renegade." Was what finally made its way from his vocals, "Long time no see." He forced himself to speak, but the male sounded pained and hurt. Nothing of light heartedness. She was right. A lot had happened since they had last spoken. Too much.


    "Cheer up, Bucky." There was a heavy heave of his chest, though luckily Imperial... or rather⏤ Viralpandemic spoke before he turned around and lashed back at the words. The Silverblood spoke exactly what he'd been thinking. Finally the shepard-mix turned around so that he could face them all. Hazel hued gaze glassy, "No, I'm not *ing⏤ alright." He gave something of a defeated exhale, coming colder than he expected. The male knew it was stubborn of him to try and push them away, but Bucky Barnes had always been stubborn. "My best-friend is dead, and I⏤..." The SunClanner couldn't even finish his sentence, as he slouched over, and stared into the ground as if James thought everything would just go backk to how it had been before all the * happened.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]He was good at that, really; coming to one's defence and then immediately contradicting himself in order to draw forth a reaction that resembled some form of life. Bucky had looked dead, and he'd wanted him to stir, to show some signs of consciousness, and the response was indeed what he needed; the male nodded, once, regarding the deputy with an uncritical gaze.


    " Yeah, " the incubus exhaled heavily, and he nodded, once. " I know. Maybe not like you know it, but ... I know. Look, Bucky, people don't just ... stay dead forever. They come back, somehow, someday. And- I don't think Steve'll stay dead. I don't think he can. "
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    #viralpandemic

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; color: black; text-align: justify][hr][sub]okay these people were starting to piss her off. they knew nothing about pain or heartache, yet they tried to help only to make things worse. did they not have the sense to comprehend the fact? yet she wasn't sure that even she knew what to say. "look. why don't you shut the * up for a minute." she snapped, before turning to bucky. "you what? go on, bucky. tell me how you feel." the cheetah said, her tone unusually soft. renegade was not stupid. she knew how he felt because she went through the exact same thing, only worse. she also knew that sometimes letting out all of your emotion helps you feel better.[/fancypost][align=center]
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    she did not know the feeling of her best friend dying. no one had ever died in her life. so the sympathy that should have been there for bucky, was not. she didn't feel anything. the jaguar came to stand next to juvenile and frowned as she watched bucky. he looked absolutely torn. it somewhat pained her to see their deputy like this.


    'leave, kal, there is nothing here for you to do.' one of the voices in her head spoke firmly. she knew they were right, but still felt bad that she could not do anything to help.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]Well, Cain knew how it felt to watch your best friend die. Or the feeling, at least. The part of you was torn apart. She had learnt only recently that Vani had died ages ago, and she was still feeling sick from it. Especially because her and Vani hadn't mended their relationship before she had died. Vani had thought she was a monster, just like the most of Sunclan thought she was. Biting her lip as she padded over, the demoness sat a bit away from Bucky, though close enough to talk to him. "I know how you feel." That was all she was going to say. That was the only 'comfort' she could really say. She leaned back against the tree and stared at the sky that was blurred with clouds.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; color: #96C0E8;]She felt anger rise up from her paws when she saw the sulky male. Poisonous words sat in her mouth, waiting to be released. Sirens went off in her head, ones telling her to hold her tongue. She knew she should. It could wait. Most definitely could wait. Should wait. When no one was around, because she was sure her words would cause others to respond in some maybe-not-so-pleasant ways. Mainly because she would burst Bucky's little bubble of misery.


    She tensed, standing behind Bucky. Her gaze was on fire, burning holes into the male's back. Instead, she let the words flow free in her head, What an asshole, getting all mopey because his best friend died. I've had everyone die on me, including him. At least I'm not letting it drag me into a pit. She kept her mind private, unwilling to give up her thoughts to any prying telepathic clan-mates, or any who would have been able to hear her pissed thoughts. She quickly turned and left, pretty sure she would start steaming (literally) if she stayed any longer.[/fancypost]

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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 10px]Lydia watched silently as Fawnsteps left, leaving her own skin boiling at the thought of the femme. Though she could not read minds, she could practically feel the femme's hatred, and anger. It was clearly written on her features. Anyone would have been able to see it. She was especially adept at picking up on seeing the negative emotions of others. She approached her brother, unsure of what to say to him exactly. "James.." The Shepherd mix murmured, sitting beside him on lean haunches. Her gaze observed his facial features, concerned, worried for him.


    no mUSE UGH