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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; margin-top: -8px;text-transform:lowercase;][justify][sub]the clock began to tick.
    Life..... Wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, but at least he wasn't the one making all the decisions. It was a parent that his nee-san was doing all the work. It wasn't like it was difficult for the boy to do anything by himself.... It was only that he was recklace. In one ear, and out the next. nothing seemed to stay with yin. everything seemed to o through him. Air puffed in and out of his lugs. Going in soenthing pure, and coming out something non-breathable for anyone. In his eyes, life was a bridge that someone needed to cross in order to get the thing on the other side. What was on the other side? A mystery. Only those that made it there would know. For him, he was just starting. Whatever was on the other side was certainly not within reach..... He couldn't really see the end of the bridge.


    Golden luminaries watched the world around him. His vision was horrible. Anything he saw move, he pointed at it, and stayed close by his nee-san, just in case it was a snake. He hated those demons.... plus, nee-San was the only he he currently knew why could get rid of them. Those creatures were probably as unpure as he was


    arro wagged his tail vigorously, temporary turning a blind eye to his nee-San. He knew the male was always.... Silently watching him..... But sometimes, he liked to do things on his own. Even if those decisions he made were not good ones. it always felt good to know that he could at least do anything for himself. it was awesome. He felt comfortable knowing that he didn't always need to rely on him. He was smart. He was capable. The piercing gaze of his brother was not enough to scare him yet. He was still a young child; daring, edgy, always wanting to do something. It was somewhat a curse the boy held with him. Day in and day out, he had to deal with it.


    And his nee-San carried the burden on his shoulders. [color=#fff]" hey! " the apprentice barked, thumping his tail on the ground. He was a bit impatient- he didn't want his brother to show up before he could say something on his own. He literally sprinted just to appear there first. But, he knew his brother was still close behind. He scratched behind his eat with a hind paw quickly, before letting his leg fall back down. [color=#fff]" is anyone alive over there? "


    /psst let kid post first before you guys do!!!

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    [align=center][color=#fff][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; margin-top: -8px;][justify][sub]honestly, the "nii-san" in question couldn't (wouldn't?) dare believe that his brother was as much a loose cannon as he let on, but alas, there was simply no helping where he'd gotten wig that sort of mindset. day in and day out was nothing but hell- and they were but apprentice age so far! the white lion let his eyes flutter towards his brother as he padded along behind him, slowly, steadily, but clearly in charge given his calm demeanor. especially as opposed to arro's rowdy bouncing around and screaming random stuff at him every now and again, he seemed to knkwbwhatvwas going on here at any given time. just how would they go about this, this clan business, he wondered? but didn't much pay atrwbtio to the details, as he hadn't a clue.


    to be honest, he was still learning the roles of everything himself, and couldn't yet handle many responsibility above watching out for his brother and a few other future additives.... if possible. large feline paws hit the ground with almost seemingly no effort or sound, as though he were a feather gliding in the wind, his mouth hidden with a scarf that made his expression quite unreadable, seeing as his eyes were rock hard, stoic as.... well, something that was probably pretty jerkishly mean. he kept an eye on his little brother in case he did something stupid, but it didn't seem like he'd be making any sub moves today- hopefully. with the waybthinfs were going right niwnit didn't seem like there would be any problems with how it would go. arro and he hadn't done much mutual communication but they had an overall plan, which was also pretty cool. And what with his wolf brother's lack of good vision, it'd do him good to make sure he didn't somehow fall off a cliff.


    so, molten lava eyes which matched those of arrogantscreams' were rained on both the path ahead of him and his sibling as they waddled along in who-knew-just-where, attentive to what went on and what didn't. numericsystem knew that he could trust the other's nose rather than his eyes, so when arro finally gave a stop, so did he. of course the wolf was not in charge here, but who did what wasn't really the issue here. howeverx when his howl resonated with the blank, rather unforgiving air before them, the lion cleared his throat as to insist, 'manners.' although no sound or thought could be heard otherwise. literally, it was so brief that minus the strange tinge of deepness it had to it that made it sound like it shouldn't even belong to a child, one might have thought that it didn't even exist, or as though it'd been imagined. perhaps even one could say that he didn't say anything at all. rip mera, your life sucks man get a job. all in all, since arro had already said something, he thought not to call out himself. although, this wouldn't be a situation that he knew arro to be able to handle on his own. there would definitely be some discourse.

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    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][color=#D3E8A6]INFORMATION
    twelve › twenty-four months old › ages one month ever 100 posts › account started at twenty-four months › the port mafia › lieutenant (shp) › male › heterosexual › demiromantic › single › no crush › terrorist and murderer › bubbly, cheerful › has synesthesia


    [color=#D3E8A6]BATTLE TAGS
    physically medium › mentally extreme › pm for maim, capture, kill, etc. › attack in [size=1][color=#D3E8A6]#D3E8A6[/size]


    [color=#D3E8A6]POWERS && BODIES
    absorbing spirits to gain nine lives (0/9)› afterlife communication › conjuration › flavor manipulation › invisibility › scent manipulation › soundwave manipulation


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

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    'No there are no strings on me'

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    'тнє ηєω ∂αωη'

    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#f5eed5; width: 350px; bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px solid #131314; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; cursor: url(http://38.media.tumblr.com/518…ine_mmanco2D5u1qz4rgp.png), auto][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 275px; color: black; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://38.media.tumblr.com/518…ine_mmanco2D5u1qz4rgp.png), auto]There was always reasons that you couldn't see the other side, Most of the times it was your eyes. No one ever wanted to see the other side of the metaphorical bridge. Because they would not like the outcome. Staring, trying to see it would never help. Because you were looking at it wrong.People hope and hope and prey for something better on the other side. But until you go over then you will never see. If life was a bridge to pass over, Obscuro would have burned it down on her way over. She never was one for the past. She only liked the present. If the world fell apart around her, she wouldn't have a care in the world.


    More than likely she would have been the one to cause it.


    The wolf watched the two with an interesting gleam in her eyes. Where their eyes were a golden red, hers were Icy cyan. They were unatrally bright and they scanned the duo for weakness, flaws and any way to twist their heads. Sizing them up, they looked like joiners, but for what clan?


    The wolf, arro was a little to innocent for the dancers and their needs. His pretty white fur would get ruined with the blood and mayhem. She turned her head to the white lion and she could feel a fimiluar pull. This one seemed a little more dangerous, the one in command at the very least. He would do nicely in the BSD, if he ever did join.


    "Alive? Most would better off be dead."


    Obscuro gave a grin, her voice rough like sandpaper but soft. Her voice was low but the sharpness to it, the undefiable threat in her words should have at least gotten their attention.


    "It would be wise not to shout so loudly, you never know what might come out to greet you."[/fancypost]

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    Ill destroy the whole world and then some


    Would a cerebus count as not knowing what was out there? The three headed creature would go over, studying the newcomer with its middle head. Well the middle head was the only one showing it outwardly anyways. The right head didn't care and he left head wasn't as interested but kept a wary eye.


    "So whatdya want and who are you?" the middle head would say. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    "[i]Hai, imasu yo    ~!" came the cheerful-sounding remark of a certain youth as he approached with a dark cloak draped over his tall, slender physique and on bandaged paws, a low light of intrigue flickering behind his dimly-lit gaze as he studied the odd pair while allowing for the ghost of a smile to grace his handsome, somewhat effeminate countenance. Coming to a halt a little ways away from the pair of Dancers, his expression virtually unreadable as he sent a slight nod of acknowledgement their way, before returning his focus to the newcomers, and continuing on in the same tone he'd used earlier, "Ah, and I suppose I'll just ditto what they both said..." And yes, that was including Obscuro's bit about how some of them would be better off in the ground. Perhaps others--particularly his comrades, as many of them were wayyy too uptight for his liking and clearly needed to take a vacation and / or grab a few drinks--would have been offended, but given his unusual obsession with suicide and the like, he could not help but agree to the extent to which any right-minded individual would say was utterly unbecoming of an executive member of the Port Mafia. But anyway, continuing on that tangent, he honestly wasn't quite sure as to how he'd come about such a mania. However, a part of him suspected that perhaps it had started somewhere between all the lying and killing and...well, just the general insouciance of his work in the organization. Perhaps it started with the fact that he had seen far too much death, while never truly getting a glimpse of it first-hand. Perhaps he was haunted by all his previous deeds and actions (this was a thought he found to be quite amusing...and unlikely to the same degree).


    Perhaps...he had simply grown bored. (In all seriousness and honesty, it is most likely this one. Boredom, after all, was a dangerous thing; and certainly not a concept to be taken lightly.)


    Suppressing a yawn, the young male would affect a nonchalance that was almost lazy in nature--shifting the majority of his weight onto his haunches, while carelessly sweeping this hem of his long garment behind him with a discreet flick of his paw. If Kouyou or Akutagawa came along, they'd surely call him out for his poor posture, so he sincerely hoped that they were preoccupied with other tasks at this time. Although they were decent individuals (as decent as they could be, for creatures who killed professionally) and he liked them both, he much preferred the company of Twelve or Chuuya--the former for his far more relaxed and carefree personality, and the latter because teasing him was and would always be a source of endless entertainment for him. He'd be perfectly fine if either of the two were to find him here...even if the first showed up with a bomb (actually, that might actually be nice...death by explosion didn't sound terrible, as it'd be over in an instant, right?), or if the second arrived fuming because he may or may not have "borrowed" a few bottles of liquor from his private stash...he couldn't remember, whoops. All that aside, there really wasn't much more for him to say without repeating anything, and therefore he continued to maintain his comfortable silence, now fixing the strangers with an expectant look.


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