I FEEL LIKE IT'S GONNA BE CRAZY [ open && meet and greet ]

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    [shadow=black,right][size=16pt]BALTHAZAR![/size][/shadow]
    He had met many a creature when he had been on his travels before settling down here in Boneclan, which of course entailed in flirting as much as he pleased, a few one night stands here and there, and of course, plenty of meeting and greeting that had to be done. But stereotypical ones could be a little boring, Balthazar felt, so to spice his up the ebony male had gathered up a few knives and various other pointed objects and had stabbed them into a soft part of the ground. Why? For no other reason than he had wanted too, and honestly, sitting in a circle of various pointed objects such as knives was not only a way to look cool, but an obvious way to direct attention to him as well. God's above knew how much he liked that, at least, and if someone felt like taking one of the knives or other such sharp objects he wouldn't stop them. If someone tried stabbing him, he also probably wouldn't stop them, but would stab back. That was besides the point, however.


    "Meet and Greet! It'll be oh so knife to meet you all!" Was what Balthazar called out, before cackling at his own little joke. Ah, he cracked himself up. Sitting in what he would now call either the Bone Zone or his Knife People Circle, or Kneople for short, Balthazar began to set up how he wanted the meet and greet to go for those who wanted to participate of course.


    "My name is Balthazar Magi-Sinclair, 19 moons, lover of pointy things potentially- feel free to call me Balt, or whatever else you want as long as I can call you charming. If you... If you want to be friends just take a stab at it! I promise I ain't gonna cut no one unless they make the first slice!" He said, stating a few facts and trying to make an open greeting, but half way through he really couldn't continue and began to laugh at his own jokes again, realizing he had quite the cutting edge on humour. Regardless, time to wait for others to show up!


    ooc. Hi my name is Zay and this is my trash son o/ enjoy shitty puns and my trash child!


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    Scorpio bounded over, laughing excitedly at the puns. "Nice to meet you! I'd take a stab at puns, but I don't think I can compare to yours. They're really a cut above the rest." The calico beamed, proud of herself. "Oh, and I'm Scorpio!"
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    Had she not met him at the border. If her memory served right she remembered the inky pelt of Balt rather clearly. The auburn female walked over and she allowed a rather humored look to form on her maw. At least he was trying to be friendly. He would fit in well around here. "Well, I see you don't run out of puns easily. How are you settling in Balt? Oh, and my name is Tauriel if I have not introduced myself before."
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; color: plum;][size=10][sub]Adrienne strode over, chuckling at this tom's puns. "I'm not sure how to handle these puns. You seem to have quite a sharp mind, aha. I'm Adrienne, 'please," the pretty silver tabby meowed, sitting and wrapping her tail around her paws.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][align=left][font=trebuchet ms][size=10] "Eh, knives," spoke Rob as he took one of his three blades from his utility belt and placing it one the floor. "A good tool for playing 'spin the bottle' if I ever saw one," said the cub sarcastically as he grabbed the knife once more and put it back inside his utility belt he'd gotten from his father. Rob was kind of a knife collector.

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    "I do believe these puns are getting quite dull. Why not sharpen them a bit? But mind yourself, they're somewhat knifearious if you're not careful." Oh lord, this was Cullen's first crack at humor in weeks, never mind horrible puns. However so, at least the lion could say he tried. "Cullen Rutherford. I can't say I've had the pleasure."


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