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    Man, Ferrisen had gotten in quite a pickle. The serval wasn't the most careful of all people, and he was very aware of it. However, he had decided to go "shopping" anyways. Ferris liked shiny things, and thankfully, the city was full of them. In the dead of the past night, he was in his domestic cat body, in the middle of an electronics store. He wasn't very noticeable, considering the fact that humans were generally only focused on their small rectangular devices or their task at hand. Shapeshifting was a very useful power, it turned out. Ferris had been ambling around the store when he found the aisle with CDs in it. They weren't music CDs, just plain, blank CDs.


    At the sight of these circular, reflective things, Ferrisen was in love. That was pretty much the reason why he was in the situation that he was in. Love was a crazy thing, and it made you make impulse decisions. Kind of like the decision that Ferris made when he tried to steal some and instead set off the security alarm.


    It was kind hard to carry plastic CDs in your mouth, especially if you're a cat-- or serval. The noise had shocked him into shifting back into his larger body. Ferris zoomed out of the store like a madman, his lips burning because of the plastic container. The sound of the security alarm was really loud, and the feline did not like it. After a while of frantically trying to get back the hotel, Ferrisen plodded in to the building, missing small tufts of fur and decorated with scratches. He plopped his sore butt down on the cool tile. [color=white]"Shit." The male breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. That was terrible, but at least he got his prize. The CDs were his.


    / lmao,,, my apologies for any grammar issues,,,, i'm v tired rip
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    Another bad dream had drove Kit from her bedroom, so she had decided to do some more hotel exploring in the middle of the night. Seeing Ferrisen all scratched up and laying on the floor caught her attention. Approaching him, Kit stood still before Ferrison, looking up and down at him for awhile. Kit finally decided to speak, what unfortunate creature did you cross paths with?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]"Seriously," agreed the slim jaguar as she approached the pair, eyeing Ferrisen up and down curiously. She herself had been roaming about, quite enjoying being able to move about without being noticed by humans. For the most part, anyway; she'd had a pretty close call just earlier. She really needed one of those cool powers to help her get around.


    It seemed as though she'd returned home at a good time, for the scene before her certainly looked rather interesting. "What the fuck happened to you?" Lazily, she plopped down across from the tired serval, head cocked. "By the way, you want anything for those scratches?"
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#9a6b5f; border: none; width: 450px; height: 40px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #BFA4B1;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 20px; padding: 11px;]CHUUYA NAKAHARA BASKERVILLE[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 450px; min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; line-height: 12px; color:#fff][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #a39099; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/sYzdZAy.jpg); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/fancypost]It was a bit difficult not to hear the clumsy clattering of a feline along with a few choice items, especially when one was sitting in the lobby nearby. Having been right next to the doors Ferrisen had tumbled through, he looked down at the damaged feline in confusion. Now, the scene might have made a bit more sense to him if the CDs were taken out of the picture, but it puzzled him that he was clad in injuries [i]and carrying the CDs. Clearly, that only indicated to the fact that Ferrisen had gone through quite the length just to acquire the discs. Did he really value them that much? Surely, there wasn't anything that important on them, assuming the serval was even aware how they worked. Perhaps some human music or films? Videos that he was interested in? Movies, or albums maybe? Really, who knew; there was only one way to find out, and that was only if he hadn't broken the CDs in the process of obtaining them.


    Watching the other two approach him, he decided it was unnecessary to ask what he'd done, considering the both of them had already asked. From his seat, he prodded a paw towards him and called, [b]"What's the on the CDs?" He didn't express much concern for his well being, nor sympathy. After all, had he not wanted to get so messed up, he wouldn't have gone for the discs. It was simple logic, right? At least, that was what Chuuya figured. What he realized later was the fact that he was actually injured from taking those useless things... those didn't look all too much like human-inflicted wounds, but he could be wrong. It wasn't like he ran around getting caught for wrongdoings on a daily.


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    [size=3pt][color=transparent] #nakaharachuuya #forthetaintedsorrow #theportmafia #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #A39099

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border: none; padding: 5px; width: 292px; height: 226px; margin-top: -238px; margin-left: 161px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 40px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: inherit; width: inherit; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; color: #555; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 105%;]Like the other caporegime, they were drawn to the sounds of clumsiness that announced someone's mistake. They didn't actually care about what'd happened that much about the circumstances, since mortals seemed to excel at being ridiculously...mortal. But they hadn't expected Ferrisen to've gone through such trouble for a disc. They never listened to music or used CDs, so they couldn't understand the serval's determination. But it'd be for some reason." Well! Determination central!" How adorable.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase][color=#EAD563]"what the fuck were you doing?" Cordenth didn't sound mad or worried in the slightest. anyone carrying his blood wouldn't go down easily, after all, though he was still disapproving of him taking what seemed like a big risk, if his injuries said anything, just for cd's.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][color=#EAD563]INFORMATION
    cordenth inferno › twenty-nine moons old › the port mafia / arcadianclan › consigliere / warrior › formerly a scarclan marquis ( hp ) › male › bisexual-romantic › single › no crush › breakinghalos inferno xx npc › large dragon › one-fourth god › immortal › cold, arrogant, confident › slightly based off gilgamesh from fate/zero › #cordenthinferno


    merged souls with paramountking › twenty-three moons old › formerly a mafia captain › male › biseual-romantic › skeleton dragon › slightly based off kiritsugu emiya from fate/zero


    [color=#EAD563]BATTLE TAGS
    physically extreme › mentally medium › no kill › ask for capture, torture, other › pm for plots › will kill, torture, etc., ask › attack in [size=1][color=#EAD563]#EAD563[/size]


    [color=#EAD563]POWERS && BODIES
    elemental pelt ( golden fire armor ) › conjuration › invisibility › shapeshifting ( large dragon, skeleton dragon )


    [sub][size=1]all ic opinions; apologies in advance if anyone is offended.