WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? I JUST WOKE UP IN MY UNDERWEAR // O, JOINING

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    "yooo.." sarcy sauntered to the base of the stairs, well aware that nobody could hear him. it was somewhat hesitant, a completely rare sight as the confident sarcy was never hesitant. he was always confident. well, he had been doing some.. extracurricular activities on his.. self-provided school trip to... hawaii? truth was he had never been to hawaii but so far that was his fake destination point because he was sure as hell that he was going to get yelled the f-ck at. maybe 'sure' wasn't a strong enough word? definitely seemed better. but f-ck that sh-t, because no, he was going to break the system.


    allowing augustus to plop a megaphone out of his coffin lid, he lifted it with his very fresh telekinesis powers, turning it on as he trotted up the stairs. "SUP B-TCHES I'M BACK-" he paused, maybe that was too harsh, especially since there were probably a few cry babies that would scold him for his language. "YO MOTHERF-CKERS I HAVE ARRIVED, AND DO NOT WORRY I AM COMPLETELY HERE TO CRASH THE NONEXISTENT PARTY IF NOTHING ELSE!" he called into the object, his voice blaring out as he finally reached the top of the stairs, a small grin on his face. why was he grinning? oh, just getting ready for the sh-tstorm.


    //ayyeee blizzardclan famm <333
    lost muse with this asshole for a bit but now he's baaack
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    Francis didn't normally use curse words, nor did he like them all that much. He could tolerate a little, but not a complete shitstorm. However, there was one voice in which he would be particularly happy to hear cussing in. "Ah? Sarcy!" He didn't know if he had ever called the other male by his nickname before, but now seemed a good enough time to. Besides, he couldn't even fully pronounce his actual name. The retriever jogged towards him, tail wagging. He attempted to rear up and give him a warm, platonic hug. "Where have you been all this time?" he asked, dropping down. Had he ever been actually close to him? Eh. He had been mentioned in his "death" note, so maybe he was!


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    He remembered the note as well, and he also remembered the warm feeling he had felt on the inside. He didn't know Sarcophagus that well but... Clearly, the male had seen something in him. Padding over with a wagging tail, the assistant deputy would offer Sarcy a faint smile. "W-Welcome back!" he barked, almost willing to follow Francis' example, although he doubted the 'joiner' would like that. And he wasn't planning on bothering him...

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    "You just missed the party, actually." Sarcy? That has to be a nickname, right? He wouldn't be surprised if it's not, though, and the wolf's the only one here at the moment who doesn't know who the guy is. Francis even hugs him, and, unlike what he'd normally expect, there's no groping involved. He stays to the back of the pair, leaving the warm welcome part to Storm and Francis. "We might have leftover cake around." There's a hint of a smirk on his mouth, almost too faint to be noticeable. "Leon."

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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]"S-Sarcy?" Tama would stammer, ashen orbs widening, and blinking at the male. Nostalgia budded in her chest, and warmth would nest itself within, upon seeing him return, safe and sound. She was even able to respond with a bubbly giggle, at his plethora of cusses. "Language, Sarcy!" She'd berate, though somewhat loosely, as she weaved her way over. "Welcome back!" She was so relieved that he was alright, and that he was back, too, no matter how long it would last.


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    Shouto wasn't sure who this was. He seemed quite loud and obnoxious, and yet the others knew him, were even embracing him? The dire wolf would come over, standing awkwardly beside Tama. [color=#e1e1e1]"Hello," he greeted hesitantly. [color=#e1e1e1]"I'm Shouto Todoroki. Welcome back, I suppose."


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    [size=7]LUCINA XERSES[/size]
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    No there was no way that was him. He was dead...right? But lo and behold when Lucina appeared at the staircase she found herself face to face with Sarcophagus, someone she had been so sure had been dead up until that point. Even if the note was vague and hadn't revealed any real details as to what had happened, the Vice-Leader had been so sure that she was never going to see Sarcy again. Looks like Fate was seriously trying to get her tied up in her own feelings. She walked over with a happy smile on her face, even if her heart was probably beating faster than it had in a while. "Sarcy! Gods we were all so worried!"



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:470px; text-align: justify;padding: 5px;font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px; font-size: 9pt; text-transform: lowercase;]It seems to Saltcircles that it's been a really long time since Sarcy had left the clan, and he'd practically forgotten about the guy. They were never really friends, but when Sarcophagus was still in the clan, they didn't exactly have a positive relationship. Sal can't actually say that he forgot about him. So when the older male's loud fucking voice rings through the clan, he immediately recognizes it. At first, he doesn't believe it. He's always thought that Sarcy was as good as dead, and he would never come back to Blizzardclan. Why did he come back anyway? That's something that Sal wants to know, but nonetheless he's still pretty happy about his old acquaintance returning. "Hey, Sarcophagus! Welcome back home," he greets, a small smile on his face as he looks over at the wolf.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:13px;line-height:1.5]Sarcy was back? That was in interesting development but Losty was elated to see her former clanmate return in a mostly healthy state. Of course, he certainly had a pair of lungs on him as always, yelling out his greeting. Haha. Wonder what Lucina saw in him. "Hey, Sarc!"


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    info — updated 07/27