WHAT IS THIS FEELING — open, m&g

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    It was a calm, quiet day, and yet the young kitsune found herself pacing restlessly through the old city, weaving in and out of buildings in search of something to entertain her. But alas, she found nothing. Morrigan sighed loudly, furrowing her brow as she paused in front of the temple. With a flick of her tails she plopped down in the grass, feeling almost uncomfortable thanks to the lack of noise.


    "SOMEONE TALK TO ME I'M BORED AS HECK," shouted the apprentice, more for the sake of breaking the silence than anything else.


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    "Don't you mean bored as hell? Come on, you were almost there. Two consonants off." 'Whoa, she's got three tails. Good things come in threes.' "I'm impressed. For once you correctly remember a saying." 'You can get out of your high tree now.' Uh, no, it was actually "off your high horse." Dipshit. Whatevs -"Are we a teenager now?"- she was bored, and so was Merc, now that he'd crawled out of the bowels of inactivity. They were very clogged, those mighty bowels. Too much pineapple, he was betting. "Alright, got any ideas?" The mutt's expression was expectant. "I'm thinking we could try breaking a door down with someone's head. For science." Her head seemed too soft, though. Eh. He could get a spare just in case. "How hard's your head?" 'Surly remark in three, two...' "It's not actually going to be seconds before she answers. Posts, remember? Noob."
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    = Mercenarymouth, Merc, Mercenary
    = Seventeen months
    = Hears voices
    - 'Voice one' "Voice two"
    = SunClan, former member of The Insignia (pre-BoneClan)
    = Single, pansexual
    = Heavily scarred, bald German Shepherd mix


    BATTLE:
    = Medium or difficult
    = No kill.
    = Attack in red italics
    = Very reckless, unafraid of pain
    = Reasonable injuries allowed

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px; font-size: 8pt][justify]"How are you bored? There's so many things to do! Ya just gotta think creatively," Ulyssa stated with a slight frown, padding over and plopping down on the ground. At Mercenarymouth's words, her frowned deepened. "And how, in any way, shape, or form, is that productive or fun?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; color: #98ADA7;][justify]♦ ♦ ♦[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]The winged tom-cat followed after Ulyssa, honestly a little surprised to hear her saying something positive. It put a small smile on his face, and as he sat next to the young kitsune, he stayed quiet for a bit and listened to the conversation. "How about we use your head?" He said to the canine, one eyebrow raised. He wrapped his tail carefully around his paws after waving it towards the Morrigan in an actual greeting.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Well this conversation certainly was... interesting. The nanogirl approached, a little frown on her face. "Uh, how about we just scrap that idea and do something more... fun?" She suggested. She wasn't about to help someone smash someone else's head into a door. That wasn't her idea of a good time. But maybe they were being sarcastic; she couldn't tell.


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    [align=center] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-10px; letter-spacing:0px][align=center][font=arial][size=12][color=black]You think you own me, but you can't control me![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:6px; background-color:black; width:375px; margin-top:-5px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -4px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#969696]"You *ing stole my line," she mumbled in Suga's direction, mockingly scowling at him for a moment. That would have been the exact thing she said, too. Focusing on the apprentice, she'd pause, and hesitate, hating her name. It reminded her of a different Morrigan, hell, a whole other lifetime. "I'm Immy, please," she voiced aloud, strained.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]So here was a bunch of people brainstorming ideas for some kitsune to do. Eh, Vi might as well join in. Seating himself near Immy, he would stay silent. A rare sight, indeed. He swore he had something for this. Well damn, his mind was slow today.


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    The silver and white kitsune tilted her head when some weird dog came over, encouraging her to… swear? Morrigan eyed him curiously for a moment. "Why do I gotta say 'hell'? Heck sounds better." she replied dismissively.


    Her round eyes narrowed at his next question. "Hard enough to knock down any door I want!" boasted Morrigan in a passionate tone. No stupid piece of wood or rock was gonna get in her way. Then she glanced around, only then noticing the small crowd that had gathered around her. Neat. "Well, what do you suggest?" The question was directed at Alice.


    "My name's Morrigan." she told the rest of the group proudly.


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