AND I CAN'T TURN AWAY - open; m&g

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    ★– Adjusting to so many people being around had proven rather difficult, even though he just got here. Originally he hadn't intended to settle down anywhere, however over time he found that wandering around aimlessly wasn't really his thing. Especially when he could be wandering onto some hostile groups territory at any minute. Not being able to smell anything could be a real bitch. Letting out a breath, he looked around. Right. Meet and greets were standard, or so he'd heard. Pausing for a moment, the dark tabby opened his mouth. "Meet and..." He trailed off for a minute before continuing. "And greet."





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    [font=georgia][size=8]The child was drawn to meet-and-greets like flies to a light. He enjoyed meeting new people, and he loved introducing himself, too! He didn't really have any good friends, but he did know the names of quite a few people here since he joined. Spotting the tabby, the colorful birddog hopped over, his wings twitching in the excitement of meeting someone new. "Hiya!" He said cheerfully. "I'm Mack. What's your name?"

    He didn't think he had met this Blizzardclanner yet, so he came over. "Storm, nice to meet you" he barked with a faint smile, also wondering what the tabby's name was. But seeing Mack had already asked, he guessed he didn't have to repeat it.

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    ★– That was... a strange creature. Certainly not like anything he'd seen before. Not that he'd seen much. Slightly taken aback by the colorful dog - or bird? He couldn't tell which. The male stared for a minute before giving a very delayed response. "Hello. Mack." He paused. "Consign. Is my name." His speech was somewhat stilted and unnatural sounding, with odd pauses accompanying it. The canine, or whatever he was, seemed highly energetic - friendly. It almost reminded him of someone.


    As someone else approached, the dark brown tabby tensed up slightly. Two people already. He wasn't too sure how many people were in this place and half of him didn't really want to meet all of them. Oh well. Perhaps he would be better off in the long run if he did anyways... Yellow gaze shifting to the white wolf in front of him he lifted his head slightly. "Storm." That was a simple name. "It is nice to meet you as well." Actually he hadn't met a white wolf before either, but it was a lot less odd than whatever other thing that was. A lot of things were foreign to him, actually.


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    Hm. This guy seemed pretty quiet, which was nice. Matty liked the happy, loud members of Blizzardclan (usually) but it was always refreshing to meet someone who seemed to enjoy peace and quiet.


    Dipping his head slightly, the ashen tom wandered forwards until he was standing near the group. He introduced himself calmly and briefly, "Enigmaticsoul Dubois-Väinämöinen. Matty. It's nice to meet you."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Margaery was the next to arrive, frowning as she took her place besides Mack. [color=#eecccc]"My name is Margaery Mikaelson, hello," she introduced blankly, a paw rising to awkwardly fumble with the locket around her neck. One moment, she was feeling everything and the next, nothing at all. Right now, it was the latter, her empty eyes and cold tone the indication. She didn't want to be like that though, especially given how much she used to enjoy socializing. But she had learned that there was no fighting the mood swings and merely accepted that. It wasn't like she had the power to change it. [color=#eecccc]"Are you enjoying BlizzardClan?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]"Nice to meet you," Mary would say, standing beside Matty. "I'm Mary," from what she had heard from Consign, his speech was... a bit odd. It wasn't enough to bother her, really, but she did notice it. She wanted to ask why he had those odd pauses, but it would be rude to ask... she stayed silent, simply listening to hear if he would say more, or greet her back.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Ah, she had met him previously, at his joining. However, he had been a little hesitant to linger.. Therefore, she was a little glad that he was still willing to attempt to try and get to know people. "Ah, hello!" The leader would greet him with a bright grin, seating herself by Mary, and supposing that it'd probably be easier to give them the time to take in everyone's introductions, before she started asking questions on how he had been settling in.