OUTWIT, OUTPLAY, OUTLAST -- open, dual joining

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    His paws took him to yet another group. Interested in the art of dual joining, "Goat" was going to try it out, and his arrows landed on a group named Cirque du Nuit. It seemed nice, maybe he could establish a solid stay there. He could also use a name here now, instead of "i forgot my name". Excitedly, it seemed as if the wind guided him gently to his destination, and he sat awaiting upon a member of this group, but never before letting his voice rolled a few feet across the territory, "Goat, here to join Cirque du Nuit, if I'm correct. Kick my ass into the thermosphere if I'm wrong." He chuckled safely under his breath as he visioned that happening. It would be somewhat fun, if it wouldn't hurt like hell and if he could actually breathe in the thermosphere, especially if he didn't get splattered on the ground like a pancake when he fell. "Goat" liked to think of logic, it made him feel smarter than he actually was.




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    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 12px]like the stranger, makishima had also come upon the cirque du nuit simply by chance -- it was closest to where he had been at the time, and the dark circus theme had intrigued him. still being new to the clan, makishima was scouting it out, learning the borders and such. it was on one of these rounds that he came across "goat". the lupus stared at the other male for a few seconds, then realized he was supposed to accept him. [b][color=#DBD8DF]"luckily for you, you're right,"     makishima would quip. [color=#DBD8DF]"shogo makishima. it's a pleasure, goat."


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][color=#DBD8DF]GENERAL INFO
    > shogo makishima
    > commonly called makishima
    > male, identifies as male
    > bisexual aromantic
    > no love interest
    > the nox + the cirque du nuit
    > trooper + member
    > 12 months old
    > ages a month every 100 posts


    [color=#DBD8DF]BATTLE TAGS
    > physically extreme
    > mentally extreme
    > immune to telepathy and emotion control
    > white wolf with amber eyes
    > lithe and graceful
    > attack in [color=#DBD8DF]bold #DBD8DF
    > ask for capture or plot
    > no kill
    > will kill, capture, murder, etc.
    > hover for 02 powers

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    [justify]kick him into the thermosphere? what the fuck even is a thermosphere? nuclayus shakes his head at this. he doesn't have a goddamn clue. "i'm nuclayus. leader." he really needs to adjust those rank names, huh? being a 'ringmaster' was a helluva lot more cooler than a plain ol' leader. the previous head honcho around here really needs to get their shit in check. "welcome to cirque du ghosttown, i'll be your guide. so, if you've got questions, i will try to answer them and probably scream a bit if i can't." he's becoming self-aware. someone stop him.


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