SILENCIO . OPEN

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    Buttercup was home.
    They had been returned here by god-knows-who. Probably Taemin, but they couldn't remember much. The child could hardly walk. They were exhausted, they felt sick to the bones. Multiple scars ran down the length of their body, though they were wrapped in bandages and pretty well taken care of. Buttercup rose to their paws, but they swayed and wobbled and teetered. Eventually, they fell over. Oh, god, this was humiliating....
    They found themselves wishing for a good hug, but that would certainly hurt, wouldn't it? Oh well, they would still be grateful. Buttercup needed to feel safe right now, but they didn't. And it was never a good thing to feel unsafe in your own home.
    Oh, how they wanted to feel safe.


    [size=5pt]© feral #buttercupbc[/size]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; width: 400px; line-height: 100%;]"Oh my God..." The mutter had left his lips before he even had time to acknowledge if he was going to speak or not. he had been hunting when he had spotted them and well, they looked like they needed help. He broke into a jog, refusing to let panic overwhelm him and he got over to the feline rather quickly, considering he wasn't a fast runner to begin with. "Are you okay? I guess not, uh, want to rest on me and I help you to wherever?" Ripley asked awkwardly, flicking his ears.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama made her way over, picking up her pace as she heard Ripley's concerned-voice. She'd halt by his side, fictional brows furrowing in subtle worry, as her ashen-orbs settled on Buttercup. The Exiles were simply.. A pain. The Exiles really were a pain. She couldn't quite understand why someone would believe it morally correct to hurt a child, especially someone as gentle and benevolent as Buttercup. She'd turn towards Ripley, giving him a nod, before shifting her vision back towards the child. "Ah, Tama's going to contact Mary, alright?" Maybe she'd like to take a look a their wounds? Who knew, but Mary always found a way to work miracles.[/fancypost]

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    Buttercup glanced up at Ripley, briefly wondering if he was an enemy before realizing that 1) they had seen him around before, and 2) he was trying to help. Oh, they felt badly for thinking that way, but they just couldn't help it. They had grown very distrustful in the Exiles, however brief their time had been there.
    They nodded at his words, really unable to form sentences. They were still trying to overcome what had happened, and it had rendered them fairly... useless. Which was a real shame, because had Buttercup not been captured, they would probably be helping other people right now, not receiving the help themselves.
    At Tama's statement they nodded again, though they were glad to see her. The serval brought them comfort- she was so kind, so gentle, and just a real sense of home. But their sense of home was a bit screwy at the moment, especially with Mettaton... gone... too.


    [size=5pt]© feral #buttercupbc[/size]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]"You should let them get a lot of rest," Mary said, frowning. She hated how Exilers harmed their clanmates. They never did anything to deserve it. At least Buttercup's wounds were treated.
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