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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]There was a loud clatter that arose just outside of camp as Dean upturned the black leather bag he usually wore slung over his shoulders, allowing it's contents to spill out over the grass of a small clearing. He took a breath, tossing the empty bag aside and pawing through the pile on the floor - bags of herbs, a few canteens containing alchohol and holy water alike, a small tin box, a guide to morse code, a journal, and dozens of weapons. Whistling to himself, the young male picked up a small dagger, holding it to his face and squinting at it before sticking it into the ground beside him. He glanced at the sky; it was just past dawn. He would have to be leaving soon.
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    KATE MARSH
    "even angels need angels."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]It was a shame that Dean was leaving so soon already. Kate was interested to learn about this handsome wandering mystery of a man, but she figured a guy like him was always on the move. She wasn't sure she could ever live a life like that herself. [b]"Need help?" The rabbit offered, thinking he might have dropped the items by accident. She looked down at the interesting pile of personal belongings. "You've got quite a bit there to carry around. I hope that doesn't tire you out or anything."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Summoned by the loud noise, Eileen padded up to see what it was. Finding it only to be Dean and his trinkets scattered upon the ground, the Crow gave a loud huff and came close. "Ya 'ave a good collection o' ornaments there." she murmured, peering at the tom through her mask. She glanced at the herbs and holy water - the last of which she thought was odd to carry around - before nodding towards the contents. "Plannin' on leavin'?" The canine would introduce herself soon, she just wanted to know what he was doing first.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Dean looked up, blinking half widened eyes at Kate before offering a quick flick of his ears. He would look promptly back down at his pile of belongings, sliding a long blade from it's sheath and tucking it into a pocket. He sucked in a breath. "Didn't expect anyone else to be up at this time," he told Kate with a small smile, holding its usual traces of confidence. "Nah, I think I got it. I.. I like my stuff organized a certain way, I guess. And I'm plenty strong enough to lug all this crap around. Not like I really have a choice, anyway." Well, that sounded pretty damn ominous, but he didn't care - he liked to be mysterious. He felt it upped his attractiveness factor. The young tom sort of changed his personality around when it came to meeting new people, fitting into whatever he thought they would like the best. Especially for women.


    Another voice. Dean had just finished hiding away about half of his daggers and knives when Eileen appeared. He looked up to her, raising his eyebrows. "Weird mask," he would comment immediately, though he voiced it like a compliment, or an everyday observation. At the female's words, he grinned. "Thanks. You could say I pride myself in it. Don't leave anywhere without a damn good weapon." Speaking of leaving.. He took a quick swig of a canteen - after making sure it was alchohol, of course. He'd made that mistake more than once, and didn't plan on making it again. "Yep. Just an hour or two and I'll be outta here."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=9pt]"Yeah?" B wondered if it was exhausting, staying for only a short time before heading off somewhere else- for himself, it had been, back when he'd left WindClan to train in various clans. It hadn't worked out very well for the apprentice. He'd learned a few things, yes, but he was tired and homesick and hated what he'd done to fit in. Was it like that for Dean? B didn't know, just that he seemed used to it, and was probably better suited than the lion was to hopping around, if that was what he did. For all he knew, he had a house hidden someplace in the woods. "You do this a lot, then? Leaving?"
    [spoiler=tags (05/20)][size=8]GENERAL
    Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Honorguard of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Seven months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Winterwonder (brotp)


    [b]PHYSICALITY
    Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat)


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    Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF     -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played


    [b]BRIEF PERSONA
    Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]It was quite ironic a demon being no more than a couple of feet away from the holy water and remained unfazed. He wasn't a demon, or so he so desperately wanted to believe. It was his parents fault for his cursed blood pumping through his veins, but for two years now had he lived like anyone else with little to no issue. No one would know and no one would be finding out. Appearing alongside his clan mates, the feline's indigo orbs looked to the spilled contents before looking to Dean. "Do you just travel or do you do something else?" Percival inquired. He had met a few mercenaries before, a few merchants, and then some that traveled from clan to clan and he wondered if Dean was one of those people.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Dean's gaze flickered over to Boypaw. He had returned everything else to it's place at this point and now shut the satchel's flap and shouldered it, making sure it was snug over his chest. He glanced around at those gathered, knitting his brows, scratching at the back of his head. "Jeez- you guys all like waking up at the crack of dawn or somethin'?" he muttered, once more taking a seat. "Anyway- yeah, guess I don't stay in one place for too long. Lots of things to sight-see around here, you know?" He offered the honorguard one of his signature charming-and-yet-somehow-cocky smiles.


    He looked to Percival, chin tilted back just slightly. Could he sense that the other was a demon? No- as useful as that would be, he didn't get any Super Hunter Senses or anything like that. So he would continue to be oblivious to Percival's true heritage until.. well, until he found out somehow. If he found out somehow. As for the male's question - he wasn't about to go around telling everyone that he slaughtered ghosts and demons and vampires. Though the supernatural was fairly common around clans these days, there was always a risk in declaring that kind of thing to the world. That was something that his dad had taught him well. He blinked, chuckling. "No, my brother and I.. we're just drifters, really. We take what we can get, never settle down anywhere... It's a really liberating lifestyle. Yep." He gave a slow, thoughtful nod, brows knit.
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    Aerulius vaguely heard the commotion from where he had settled down to sleep. He woke up with a low yawn and slunk out of the abandoned twoleg home to see an odd variety of creatures. The central character seemed to be a cocky-looking tomcat carrying a satchel. "Drifters, out to sight see, eh? You've got enough weapons for a small army... Why exactly did you stop by here?" He didn't trust that explanation; it was too simple, too similar to lies he told. He cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, settling down with his tail over his paws. He wasn't looking for a fight, but he was simply too curious for his own good.


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    The pengerine falcon was wandering around aimlessly, until he saw that bag. With all those dangerously fun contraptions inside of it. His complete and utter boredom of today had officially ended. Mesmerized, he made his way over without paying any mind to Dean's personal space. "Whoa," The appretice atempted to touch everything he could with a talon and shuffle it around. "This is like, warrior central. Where'd you get all this? Seems like there's a lot, like, a whole lot." He blinked a few times before looking up at the departing stranger.


    I could like, watch some of this for you, you know, it's no problem. It must be hell to have to lug on your back. And you can come back and get it, hey, never, if you want." Warpedpaw really just wanted to steal it all, but it was always polite to ask someone if you could take their things first.

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