CONSEQUENCES ⎮ open, meet & greet

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    He kept trying, yet failed almost every *ing time. This, at least, was how he felt about his continuing inactivity. Bucky was starting to feel as if he couldn't do anything right, or that he was constantly letting people down. As if he were some sort of lost cause. Truthfully, Bucky Barnes was someone who'd been defeated a long time ago. Seafoam. Mistdream. Venus. Steve and Lydia. All of *ing SunClan. He felt as if he had let them all down after disappearing into thin air. Every path he took ended up crushing him one way or another, because all-in-all Buck saw himself as someone who had lost. The world just enjoyed chewing him up and spitting him back out, only to repeat the process a few weeks later. It'd been a while since ColouredClan and their merciless leader. It'd been a while since someone had gone into his head and took away his own thoughts. Yet, it wasn't like those experiences disappeared after a while, despite his most recent attempts ⏤ to throw around sarcastic remarks, to grin and laugh. Really, in the end, Barnes just ended up feeling like just another *ty weight weighing down upon Rogers. The plan for him and Steve to start up again in a new group, SkyClan, was crumbling because Bucky couldn't hold up his part of the deal because he was so damn inactive. Distracted. Constantly unable to fall back into regular life again. He just wanted to go back in time to when things hadn't been so hard on both him and his best-friend; back to when they'd been carefree warriors within SunClan. Side by side, fighting off the forces of evil with smug remarks and laughs. Not when he had been Deputy, not to when Steve had been leader. Just... warriors.


    The SunClan ex-deputy clamped down upon the dagger within his jaws. His weapon of choice, it soothed him. Buck wasn't violent, he tried not to be ⏤ not anymore. He had been forced to murder many before, but his actions hadn't been his own. It'd been someone else playing with his mind. Though, holding the dagger now was more of a ticket to his past, a nicer part of it at least. Steve had kept his shield and Bucky his dagger. The german-shepard's canines dug into the hilt with a bit of strain at the thought, steel foreleg prosthetic digging into the ground upon the outskirts of the SkyClan camp. And suddenly his head was jerked around and the knife was sailing through the air. Thud. His own ears flattened against his skull, hazel gaze drifting upwards. A direct hit, yet the male didn't look... happy. He was soon turning around, forcing a upwards curving of his lips, though the male looked ⏤ hurt. His eyes, at least.


    Distractions, he needed a distraction. Now. His breathing felt ragged for a while, but his voice sounded relatively normal. "Meet and greet, over here." His words were slow as the mostly ebony-colored canine tried to gather himself together. There was no reason for him to suddenly panic, right? "My name's Bucky." It was plain, but his thoughts felt particularly crowded now, the sun gleaming off his own metallic leg creating quiet flickering.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 470px;font-family: verdana; line-height:100%; font-size: 8pt;][justify]She could partially empathize with him, although her experiences differed significantly from his. She'd only been an assistant deputy. She suspected that she'd been close to the position of deputy, but since her old leader seemed to have a talent for promoting incompetent deputies she doubted that he'd of even noticed her. Well, until she'd been possessed and that bitchy demon had used her body to ruin her life in Thunderclan completely. Why was that failure? Because she blamed most things on herself. Her high standards for herself didn't allow her to be weak. If she could be possessed, she had to figure out how to strengthen herself so that she was never possessed again. However, that might've been a bad reason for partially locking up a different demon. But that part of the story wasn't to be revealed yet." I am Desirare," she introduced herself less than enthusiastically, her naturally anti-social manner shining through. The only time that she really felt like talking much was when she was arguing or strategizing. Which was strange, since she still had certain leadership qualities that allowed her to effectively take control of a situation.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify]★ That lackluster introduction was quickly contrasted by Luca, some unnamed emotion ebbing from him in waves. "Luca Belrose." He said with a small but sharp smile, tails curling slightly. "It's nice to meet you two." He said as he addressed both Bucky and Desirare. Although he vaguely recalled the former, he doubted that he really knew either of them.


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    general:
    luca belrose | npc xx npc | male | incubus / archdemon | ageless: physically twelve moons | skyclan | pansexual aromantic (male preference)


    appearance:
    brown kitsune with darker ears, tail tips and paws | black ring around his left (our right) paw | pink blood | four tails | tail tips and paws can catch on fire using elemental pelt

    battle tags:
    all free powers | invisibility, shapeshifting, venomous / vampiric fangs, elemental powers (fire), telepathy, telekinesis | physically extreme | mentally medium | ask for capture | attack in #FF4E8D or risk being ignored.

    Ooh, meet and greet! Fun! Candykit smiles and walks over, ears and tail held high. She sits down and lifts up a soft paw in a wave, opening her mouth to speak. But.. No words come out! Why can't she talk? The kitten frowns slightly, trying to make some kind of sound.

    A fearful aura followed Snake around wherever he went now, but still he wanted to make some new friends. The thud of the knife made him leap back in fear of being pierced even though the object was no where near him. "S-Snake..." he began his voice cracking. He cleared his throat again and spoke again, shaky but clearer. "S-Snaketongue. Throne of Peace" he said flicking a ear towards the large canine.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia]Long strides carried Fadingdaylight towards the forming group. The seal point stood nearby, though she remained in isolation. Piercing blue eyes danced from one Clanmate to another, before she glanced upwards to the dagger, then back down to Bucky. The canine seemed distracted, and she assumed he was the one that launched the weapon. "I'm Fadingdaylight." She drawled simply, her eyes locking with Bucky's as she maintained a straight posture. She did know Bucky already. Though, she had not seen the German shepherd since he joined with Steve. She let out a strained exhale, eyes narrowing. Fadingdaylight noticed Bucky's discontented demeanor, but she decided not to bring it up.

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Desirare was the first face he found, and with a tilt of his head Buck would greet her back. "Ma'am." A part of him that continuously stuck, was himself being polite towards females. It was his nature, and throughout his life Buck had seen enough powerful feminine figures. There was respect. Her introduction was partially dull, but he'd pass a nod towards her with some sort of flicker of charm within his hazel gaze ⏤ despite what currently moved around in his head. It was Luca then. The leader? His own line of sight remained upon the kitsune with some sort of insight, metallic foreleg digging into the ground. He'd seen many leaders within his short life, Luca was another one added upon the list. Though, this time, Bucky found no connection to the seraphim. There was some sort of relief that washed over this frame, "Pleasure, Luca." He felt as if he needed confirmation, "You're the leader here, huh?"


    Then there was a kid. He expected her to speak, yet nothing came. There was silence and for a while his own nonexistent brow quirked. "Hey, kid ⏤ you alright?" He didn't know she was mute, no. Then a SkyClanner with the name, Snake. There was a heave of his breath, though his shoulders rolled back as the male shifted his weight, following the Throne of Peace's gaze to the dagger against the tree. The fear came rolling off the other canine in waves, causing concern to sweep into his orbs. Buck had a soft spot for the soft-spoken, and there was a story behind that; it was a story for another time. "Snaketongue. Bucky or Barnes, if you didn't hear before." And so, these were his new clanmates, eh? What plagued him now was the feeling of relief and pain. The german-shepard without a doubt missed old faces, though at the same time was glad for new ones. The next to approach was Fading, someone he'd seen at his joining. His reply to her was drawn out, a curt grin was there, obviously forced... but there. "It's nice seein' you again, Fading." She had also moved her gaze towards the weapon agains the tree, but Buck made no note of it now. Not now.

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    Oh, darn. She still can't speak. What's wrong with her? Frowning, Candykit opens her mouth and tries to speak. But, again, nothing. She tries to scream, which hardly sparks any noise at all. The child lays her ears back, using a paw to write in the dirt, 'Candykit'

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]//aaaAAAA holy fukc i was actually thinking about bringing back lydia omg should she visit bucky if i do? ;u;
    Drugstorepaw's singular amber-flecked eye focused on bucky with a slightly harsh quality. A dog, which wasn't common in SkyClan at the moment (especially not with a prosthetic metal limb), that made him feel... Weird. After a few long moments of staring and silently criticizing the ex-deputy, the heavily scarred serval parted his jaws to speak "Th' name's Drugstorepaw. Pleasure to meet you," he flicked what was left of his tail to the side and added "Throne of Healing. I handle drugs."

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    Steve was a loser, too, and too many times he'd considered himself a burden on the people he cared about. Too many times he'd been the last one standing, staring down that cliff he'd lost his best friend to, trying to understand that he was gone. Since that day, it'd all slowly unraveled for the both of them, unable to do anything more than endure all the hardships bearing down on their shoulders. Towards the end, Steve had been close to buckling, so many faces depending on him to decide their future- it was easier when the most he had to do was protect them, and he'd yearned constantly for those simpler days, where he could sling an arm over Bucky and everything was okay, no sleepless nights looming over them, no memories that left a coppery taste in their mouths and adrenaline in their veins.


    The only thing that hadn't changed was what tethered them together. It had a few bumps, a few scratches here and there, but they stuck together through thick and thin, walking into fire for each other, with each other. Bucky was his family and his home, and he'd never said it, never put it into such blunt wording, but he loved him. He did. Loved him when he was that friendly dog with a loose, easy grin that charmed anyone and everyone he encountered. Loved him when he couldn't even recognize Steve, alive when he was presumed dead. Loved him now, struggling with the pieces of himself and trying so hard for some normalcy.


    The retriever's gaze shifted to the knife in the tree, and then it moved to all of those present, their names set away to be memorized, only a few of them already familiar. It was slightly uncomfortable for him, being surrounded by strangers, so different than it had been in SunClan. He wasn't the most sociable person around. "Hey, Buck." He spoke softly, mouth twisting into a private smile. "Happy to see you didn't fall in a hole somewhere."
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    Golden Retriever || 19 months || Commanderspock x Hungergames || Bisexual, currently single || Carries a shield on his back 24/7


    INTERACTION
    Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances || Attack in #6495ED || No kill or capture || Can powerplay friendly actions || Shapeshifting, super strength


    BASIC PERSONA
    A bit slow to warm up to most people || Reserved || Modest || Soft-spoken (rarely raises his voice) || Does his best to follow his moral compass
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    "Hello!" Super came flying over, landing neatly nearby. He had already met Steve and Bucky when they joined, but that had been awhile ago, so why not reintroduce himself? The tabby padded a little closer, standing near Luca. "I'm Superhero! Nice to meet you, Bucky!" That was fun to say. Bucky.
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