TRIPPIN' OVER NOTHIN' [private, frank]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][align=left][font=trebuchet ms][size=10] "F**k me," whined a rather awkwardly positioned and oddly colored tiger. He was on his face in the dirt, again. Rob's feet had the bad habit of crossing at the most unfortunate of times whilst he was walking which ended him up in the most awful of situations.
    The newest ambassador of BoneClan was now face-down and booty-up in ScarClans territory filled with pretty much nothing but a bunch of thick thickets. Puffing air out of his dirt-clogged nose the handsomely white, and now brown, tiger lay on his face and took a moment to digest the scenery of the ground before him. 'Much different than the dirt in BoneClan,' he examined with his light green eyes, 'Maybe I should become an archeologist.'


    // I had to start out on an interesting tone~
    Also, Rob has a habit of doing this (a lot) so be warned that Frank may have to lend the poor guy a hand! Also does Frank have any relationships with the Exiles, good or bad (for future reference and adding a little plot to this perhaps)?

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    "Not the wisest choice of words in your position," Came a rather deep voice, thick like you would expect of someone who had walked the earth for a long time. A large canine approached, ears perked into perfect triangles upon his head, his posture stiff and upright as ever dut to his military experience. Ichor pools of blue dusted over the unknown Boneclanner, curious as to what he was doing here. "I'd ask your name and buisness, but you seem a bit... preoccupied." He added, a phantom of a smirk upon his structured features as he neared the male, extending a paw in effort to help him from the ground.


    > he has yet to interact with the exiles, but i know he will totally despise them, as he hates criminals due to past events, and just what the exiles stand for, he hates.
    ooh, what plot do you have in mind?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][align=left][font=trebuchet ms][size=10] Hearing those words come from such a masculine voice the tiger made a small jump, not sending anyone there at first. 'What the hell wa-,' Rob stopped his track of thought as the canine spoke once more, shifting his face so he was just peering up at the rather large Great Dane who now had his paw extended towards Rob. The young adult tiger, weapons holstered by his side, gently took the dogs paw and lifted himself up, "Uh- thanks," he chuckled awkwardly as he then sat down and scratched the back of his maned neck. "That actually happens quite often," Rob spoke as though a question about the situation had rose. a small grin also rising to his features as he looked at the canine whom had helped him back up.


    // Well Rob has a pretty great and loving relationship with his father Rick Grimes, aka the leader of the Exiles. He gave him his weapon holster and that jazz along with a military knife... Also what I found so cute is that he practically begged for Robbie to come to the Exiles when he was younger xD. ANYWAYS if Frank found out who his father was, and he knew who he was, perhaps there could be a bit of a conflict or argument/conversation there.

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    Frank helped pull the other to his feet once he accepted his gesture. Noting the ground wasn't exactly rough enough to trip over, his eyes wandered back to the tiger's, a metaphorical brow raised slightly in question, but it was soon answered. "And I thought wild cats were supposed to be graceful," The male noted, a sligh humor threaded in his words. He paused a moment before tilting his head ever so slightly. "So what's your name, freefall? I don't think I've seen you around Scarclan before." Though, in all fairness, Frank was fairly new himself to the clan, but he was observant enough to recognize Boneclan's scent all over this tiger.


    > love this drama, yes! perhaps something can happen where rick and frank get into a major fight, and then frank eventually learns of robbie and rick's relationship once they get close?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][align=left][font=trebuchet ms][size=10] Rob blushed; this not being able to be seen since the layer of fur covering. But, what was clearly visible was Rob's jaw clenching and his eyes avoiding contact with the Great Dane. 'I am graceful... Sometimes (rl name is grace xD),' thought the young stripeless tiger, his paws shifting. "N-no-," 'Stop stuttering you aren't 9 moons old!,' "-of course not," he finished rather quickly. Regaining his breathe the ex-bandit continued, "Robespierre Silvan Grimes at your service... Sir," he spoke rather confidently, finally making eye-contact with his counter-part. "I'm actually just on my way to your camp. I'm BoneClans ambassador for ScarClan- really just anew title for me; but, I decided I'd stay over for a while just to get to know the clan and bring us a little bit closer~," said Rob with a grin on his large maw. It was surprising, he'd only return to the clan about a week ago and now here he was with such a large task of maintaining clan relations between two large allies. 'I better not f**l this up,' the tiger mused to himself. Clearly RJ trusted him for a reason, well, one being that they already knew each other back when RJ had first entered the clan and Rob had a position over him, but that wasn't as relevant now and Rob had to pay his respects to the old German shepherd unlike before when Rob's mother was their leader.

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    Frank's eyes trained on the other almost curiously as he noted the other's gaze fall away, his jaw clench, and even a slight stutter. The masculine patiently awaited the tiger to finish all he had to say, half-amused at the 'sir,' part, before nodding in understanding. "Well, then, welcome to Scarclan, Robespierre," He replied with a dip of his head in way of proper greeting. "You can call me Castle," He added in; that might be important. "I can lead you to camp, if you'd like."


    > rushed- sorry !!


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][align=left][font=trebuchet ms][size=10] This guy seemed pretty nice... So far. Rob as usual wouldn't take any chances though and as usual his small walls were built up to keep him from saying something he shouldn't. Returning the males greeting with a dip of his own head the ex-bandit spoke once more, "Thank you, Castle. It'd be nice if you showed me the way cause hell if I know where I'm going," he finished with a small chuckle. He'd been here before; though, he hadn't been to their base camp. Rather Rob had been around and near the border talking to friends, well, maybe a bit more than friends and sometimes when he was here he would be drunk by simple mistake. This being the place where he wasn't kept a watchful eye on until now.


    // gonna make the thread introducing everyone to Rob right now so they know that he's an ambassador and whatnot. It'll leave off from when Frank brought him to camp.

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    "Alright, then," The Great Dane mix replied with a brief nod, straightening with a flick of his ears before beginning to walk in direction of the main village. "Follow me," The masculine spoke, leading the other nearer towards the village, whose small homes and structures began to become more than simple silhouettes in the distance, their soft tans colors exposing in the evening light. "Have you been in Scarclan before?" He asked, deciding it was likely more comfortable than silence.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][align=left][font=trebuchet ms][size=10] "Oh, ya, of course! I was here, or rather close to the border just about a week ago and I've been around at least two more times. I've just never seen or gotten close to your camp- though I suppose I have technically been in ScarClans camp before back when they lived elsewhere," spoke Rob rather lengthily as he recalled past events. Things now weren't as complicated as they were then. Of course his father Rick Grimes always had drama he'd eventually get sucked into along with his friends from other clans, but BoneClan was genuinely calm- that probably explained the lack of activity and muse over there.