it's crazy, homie || joining

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    joel stood impatiently at the disgusting smelling border of the exiles, heterochromatic eyes flickering back and forth anxiously. why did these people take so long? his perception of time was off, for it'd only been a few minutes and it felt like he'd been standing there for ages. he began to shuffle, stomach feeling uncomfortably empty. perhaps if they were rude he'd eat them. sounded like a plan, but he pushed the thought aside. he quickly began to wonder if he was at the wrong place... maybe this was an old territory of the exiles? perhaps.

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    No, this was the right place. As for them being rude... well he'd gotten the shitty end of the deal, for the femme that padded up was one of the rudest members of the group. The girl gazed at the loner with blank silver eyes, her tone empty as she spoke telepathically. Name. Business. She didn't sit, and nor did she move an inch. She remained almost like a statue, her steady breathing and angered aura the only signs that she was alive at all.
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    the face that she was in his head made him uncomfortable. did she know that he had mentally threatened to eat them? oh well. if she did, she didn't say anything about it. the male shuffled for a moment, struggling to speak. he hated himself for that. "uh, y-yeah, ah, my name is j-joel, im here to j-j-joi-join." he 'd force out, stuttering and cringing slightly after doing so. he hated that. he shuffled once more, pain shooting to his stomach. he was starved. perhaps his first mission would be to feed himself, maybe on the members of the clans that littered the world. sadly, normal prey just didn't seem to satisfy him anymore.

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    She was silent for a few moments before offering a nod. Morbidrealities, Master of Warfare. Excuse the telepathic communication; I am unable to speak verbally. She flicked an ear and parted her jaws in a yawn, her mutilated stub of a tongue wiggling. As for whether or not she knew his thoughts, she did not. She never got inside people's heads per say. She broadcasted her messages over a broad range of brainwaves, meaning anyone within a reasonable distance would hear her, not just him. Unless she got suspicious about something she tended to stay out of people's minds.
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    Sparrow padded forward, "Sparrow Nishikino, a paragon here. Welcome Joel. I hope you like it better here than I do."
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