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    He'd been looking for Alex, though his searching was in vain. Even though he hated to admit it, there was nothing he could do now. Alexander was gone, and he couldn't bring him back. And after his search was done, after he had given up completely, he turned and went home.


    He knew the way, he knew what he was doing. Hell, he didn't even wait for anyone to show up and ask for his name and business. One npc tried, but he just brushed past and headed straight to camp.


    His brown pelt was dirty, covered in leaves and whatnot. He promptly sat down, pulling them off one at a time. He didn't say a word to anyone, he didn't make eye contact, nothing. There were whispers around him, but he payed no attention to any of them. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to clean up, eat something other than bony prey, and he wanted to sleep.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 350px;][justify]| Ted padded towards the border at the scent of someone new. Again, it was somebody he had no interest in killing. Yet. "Name and business," he said, the mundane sentence stirring a small anger inside of him. Why not just tell people what you're here for beforehand?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;]Amalgamatedemotions sensed someone, she sensed someone alone. She could practically taste their soul right where she stood. She had to float over and be as sneaky as she could considering her powers were extremely tiring, simply creeping as she hid behind clouds and shrubbery. Whenever she saw someone alone, she stifled a giggle and conjured a doll, her flopping tongue struggling to lick her lower jaw. However, when she saw Ted Bundy her ears flattened. Ugh! She could have taken that guys soul. Slowly trying to teleport above John and sit on his back rudely, she was notably heavy and if it worked she'd think aloud. "He's not as fluffy as I'd hoped!" The fem observed.


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    Huh... so this guy knew his way around?


    Well, Matty assumed that from his mannerisms he was a returning member. That's what it had to be, right? Pausing next to the others, the Auxiliary Combatant would wait for his answer. Or some sort of answer. Hopefully he wasn't some sort of trouble maker.
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    He pulled off another leaf. God, it was like he jumped into a leaf pile, which ironically was something he would absolutely do.


    And there was the stupid question. It was so repeated, so damn boring. Whatever, he hadn't totally expected to avoid it. After all, you couldn't just walk back in a place you disappeared from a while ago and expect everyone to shrug and ignore you.


    When he felt someone on his back, John frowned and let out an irritated sigh, not even bothering to turn and look at what had decided to sit on him. "You're a bit heavy, could you maybe get off?"


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    Ah, so Matty had been correct. This fellow seemed a bit annoyed, so maybe he'd get along with him. After all, the vampire didn't like unnecessary conversations or things sitting on his back either. Dipping his head slightly, the ashen tom introduced himself, "Enigmaticsoul Dubois-Väinämöinen. Matty. Auxiliary Combatant. Welcome back John, do you need anything? Food? Water?"
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    "W-Welcome back, J-John" Storm barked, recognising John. Yeah, he was quite sure that this was the same John he had met a few moons ago. He dipped his head in greeting and slightly wagged his tail, glad to see John back. After Alexander's disappearance, he had guessed John had gone looking for him, the two had been rather close after all. However, it looked like he hadn't found him, which was sad... At least John was back.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;]Amalgamatedemotions thought for a moment. "Hmm...!" Could she maybe get off? It was a good question. "NOPE!" She wild cheerily giggle with her jaws not moving, blood dripping from her eyes and possibly onto John as she sat there chatting her claws against her flopping tongue. "You're a grump! I've met lots of those~ I envy those working jaws of yours, if you get to have them maybe you should at least smile!" She would whisper, trying to grip two claws around the opposite ends of his lip and pull it up into a snarling looking 'smile.'


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    When Ama forced him to smile in the creepiest way he'd ever seen, he grabbed her paws and tried to pry her off of his face. What was her problem? What even was she? A demon? Nope, he was going with demon. Sheesh.


    "Eyyyy, Tama! No, no, I'm not hurt. Not physically anyway. Well...I did fall out of a tree lately, and I think the bruise is still there. Check my shoulder." There was indeed a bruise, pretty big one too. But she barely felt anything anymore, unless you poked it. Which he knew someone was going to do.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;]Amalgamatedemotions seemed unable to comprehend the idea of personal space and she certainly wasn't listening. However, it had been fairly easy to pry her off, as she went tumbling back to the ground with a little 'umpf' and then huffed as she landed. Trying to float next to him instead, a good distance away however, she'd eye his motions now. She just remained silent now, as if speechless. Nobody had ever done that before, and she had pestered a lot of people.


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    [font=georgia][size=8]"Hi! Welcome back, Mister John." The trainee chirped. He was glad the male was back where he belonged. Honestly, the kid didn't know what he would do so far from home. Without Ma and Suitheart and all his friends and crayons, he'd be sad.


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    [size=8]GENERAL INFO
    — mack
    — six moons
    — male; he/him
    — adopted by margaery
    — auxiliary paladin [hp]
    APPEARANCE
    — macawnine [wolfdog with blue-yellow macaw pelt + wings]
    — body ref
    — body ref
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    — medium/tricky
    — no powers + can fly + sharp talons
    — no maim + no kill + can mildly injure
    — ask to capture + attack in #ffcc00

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