SOME SUNNY DAY . OPEN, VISITOR

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    Chara had decided that maybe they should visit their old pals, hm? That would certainly be fun! They were sure that Aya would just love to see them again. They strode into the Exiles' territory as if they belonged there. Which, really, they did, but whoever said you had to live where you belonged? Chara was residing in Blizzardclan for now. But hey, that wasn't important!
    "Howdy!" the two-toned call rang, escaping from Chara's lips like a bird. Their smile was huge, hollow, and overall creepy. But that probably wouldn't bother the Exilers. Shame.
    "It's me, Chara! It's rude to ignore an old friend, you know."
    They chuckled to themselves, sitting despite all the pain it caused them. Whoever had torture Buttercup had done a damn good job, but for Chara, the feeling was welcomed. Anything after living with no feelings at all for so long. Boy, this was fun!


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    The tortie spat, fur bristling. She was sick and tired of Blizzardclan and all the shit that came out of it; Ghirahim killing Mettaton, this bitch, and wasn't that one bitch Henri was friends with from there? Yeah, whatever. "You have five seconds to leave before I shove barbed wire down your throat."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:150%; text-align: justify]The ebony feline approached next to his sister, a blank expression upon his face as he stared down at Chara. "Boy, you look like shit, don't you?" Akuma drawled, curling his tail around Aya's hind leg out of habit. "Just a second," He cooed to his sibling. "What do you want, Chara? We don't need more shit on our plate than we already have, so if you don't have a good reason, I'm going to have to politely drop-kick your ass back to wherever you came from."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=black]Ghirahim's laugh would echo around, the male striding forward, stopping only to bow at the demon's feet. "Welcome back to us, Master." He purrs, obsidian gaze lifting to stare at the face of Chara. However, he soon gets back up, sitting beside them, humming some tune unrecognizable to most.




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    6 moons ; extreme ; loner

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    Oh boy oh boy. Another Blizzardclanner. You'd thing the pacifist group was moving in with how many members had shown up at the border. The child found it fascinating. Maybe she'd take a day trip to the snowy clan to see what it was all about. Not right now, of course. She had a lot on her plate keeping her sister from getting murdered by a Bloodclanner. Oh well. Someday. "Cute. You think you're creepy. Isn't that cute."
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    "Aya!" they spoke, two-toned voice like honey poured over numerous sharp daggers. Their black pools widened with mock surprise at her threat.
    "Oh, that would be great, wouldn't it? Well, I'll have you know I just swung by to say hi. See some old friends," they murmured, winking down at the tortie. They then glanced over at Akuma, chuckling at his comment.
    "Ah, it was a real pain to take control of this soul. Give me a break," Chara joked in response. They seemed much more lighthearted than usual, especially for someone who was usually so serious. But eh, it was probably just getting out again. "Like I said, I just wanted to drop by. You can kick me out soon enough."
    The tabby then turned their ebony pools to Ghirahim. The only signs that their eyes moved were the two red pupils swimming in their black depths. Master? How dull. They'd have to remind him to call them... something else, later. Just Chara. Or something. They listened to his humming for a bit before focusing on Dystopia, waving away her words.
    "Oh, I didn't plan on being here long. But Bloodclan can't be that bad, can they? I'm sure you of all people could handle them, hm? Or maybe you've grown weaker since I was last here, haha..."
    Then they heard Morbidkit, and they craned their neck to see her. She seemed to have them all wrong! Chara couldn't have that. They didn't think they were creepy, not at all.
    "You've got me all wrong, kid! I don't think I'm creepy," they explained, running their tongue over their teeth. Other people thought they were creepy! Of course, not everyone thought that way, but enough people did to give them a pretty big ego. Chara remembered their days here, before they had died, when they felt as though they had ruled this place with fear. And god, had it felt good. They'd even had it in Windclan for a short while, before they had gotten exiled. But now they had to start over, in Blizzardclan. Pity.
    "But hey, I've seen who I wanted to see. So, unless Private's still around here somewhere, I think I'll be off."


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    // Retro possession


    Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Private padded over, eyes on Chara. "You speak." He said simply, an observation that had been easily made. Well, it was good that the other could actually speak instead of being stuck communicating to only those that he could see, but it was a bit... different. And his two-toned voice was back."I am still around and I was unaware of your death. Welcome back, I believe."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The canine approached with invisible quirked brows. Oh, right. There was that one Chara. Out of all of them, this one seemed to have made the biggest name for themself. Ebb preferred to mostly keep to themself.


    "Hello. Have we met before?" They said, waving to Chara. They had almost acted as if the two of them knew one another, which they did. But they couldn't afford to slip up now and lose their grip on their facade yet. They wanted to stay here for as long as they could. They, strangely, enjoyed their time in the Exiles, unlike most.
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    They turned to face him, grinning wickedly. Oh, here he was! Privatekit had managed to become one of the people that didn't constantly irritate or flat-out anger them, they guessed. Though, they had originally called for him because he had really injured this body, but now he seemed... different. They could let it go, though. Pain was hilarious, and it was so rare that they got a good laugh out of anything.
    "Oh, were you? I thought Aya might have told everyone in her moment of joy," they murmured, glancing over at the tortie femme, eyes half-lidded. They really hated her, and they knew the feeling had been mutual. Apparently, it still was.
    "And yes, I can talk. It's been so long since I had a useful set of vocal chords, haha."
    They inspected their claws as Ebbingpaw made their way over. Chara could remember them as Pastelpaw, but not because of their appearance, because of their aura, if that made sense.
    "I believe we have, kid. Correct me if I'm wrong..." they murmured, red pupils scanning the other. But maybe they were wrong after all. Buttercup's soul had been interfering the tiniest bit with their senses from time to time, causing Chara to have a few false memories. But they were fairly sure they had those sorted out from real ones. But hey, that would be alright. A slip-up was a slip-up.


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