HEAVEN HELP ME | o. scarves

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; padding: 0px][i]❝ they call me crybaby, crybaby ❞[/fancypost]

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    Arthur was one of those people, which was why he was currently searching for something. Something special he had received as a gift a long time ago. He was going through every box in his hut, throwing various things over his shoulder onto the floor of the small space with bumps and smashes as they hit the ground. Sparky did his best to dodge them all, skittering about in a panic as he was almost hit with a crowbar. "W-Where is it? I know it's here..." The trainee mumbled.




    Then, as he came to the last box, he found them. There were a ton of them, but there was only one he cared about. A navy blue scarf with lighter blue stripes. Henry had gotten him this for Christmas one year and he had kept it ever since. Picking it up in his paws, Arthur stared at the scarf for quite a while, blue tears brimming in his eyes briefly before he wiped them away. Wrapping the scarf around his neck, he suddenly got an idea.




    Even though he didn't like regifting any gifts he had received over the years, especially the ones Henry had gave him, Arthur didn't know what he would do with all these scarves. He just had no use for them, and they were just collecting dust in his hut. He might as well give them to those who needed them more. So that's what he would do. Placing the box on the floor, he moved it outside his hut, sitting down beside it. "Um! Would anyone like a scarf?" Arthur called out.




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    A series of curious clicks and chirps left the utahraptor's mouth as she came forward, amber eyes narrowed with uncertainty. Echo did not know what the clothing that Arthur had was. She knew of nothing of what BlizzardClan had or were and she still had trouble learning. The most she's learned was that it was apparently not okay to hurt the people who smelled of coldness. That didn't make sense and it confused Echo, as she was practically raised to kill. It was all she ever knew how to do. Hunt and kill and protect her sisters. The six foot tall utahraptor would approach nonetheless, staring intently at Arthur and the weird box that he had. Those around would be lucky to know that Echo wasn't feeling particularly hungry nor threatened at the moment... However, she was interested in what Arthur had. The main question was, could she eat it?
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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]Overhearing Arthur nearby, the servaline would veer from her original route, instead, opting to greet her comrade. She was curious as to where the scarves had come from, but she was more-so interesting in greeting her friend, seeing as she simply enjoyed the company. "Ah, hello, Arthur!" Tama would chirp, a smile traversing her maw.


    As she noted the box of scarves, she tugged at her own: the crimson scarf that Mary had given to her, during tough times, still remained draped over her neck, even throughout the entirety of summer. Blizzardclan was a clan of peculiar seasons, for on some islands, the summer could pertain to its usual heat haze and blaring sunshine, whereas on others, one could stumble across untouched snow, and harsh chills. Though, no matter which island, or which season she happened to traverse, the scarf would remain with her.


    "Tama already has a scarf, so Tama won't take one.. But ah, it's very nice of you to be handing some out! Where did you find them all?" She'd inquire, deciding to voice her curiosities as of now.


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    Padding over, the arctic wolf tilted his head slightly as he stared at the scarves. He wasn't planning on taking one, simply because he was quite sure it'd only end up collecting dust in his den. But maybe Çelina wanted to have one? Hmm... If she did, she could as well pick it herself though... The fact he knew her favorite color didn't mean she wanted one in that particular color. "I-I'll p-pass... but i-it's nice o-of y-you to do t-this."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-transform: lowercase]azrael suddenly appeared out of thin air in his western dragon body, looking down at the scarves. he hummed to himself, using a claw to look through them. "these are all very nice," he murmured, finally settling upon a quite large black and white scarf. "i'll take this one," the large dragon added, wrapping it around his neck with one large, clawed foot.

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    First she had to wonder if she had particular need for a scarf. It was soon to get cold she was sure and she figured it would do well to have one just in case. Her eyes wondered over the group before she took a hesitant step forward, still having not made up her mind yet. She didn't usually take things for free and so she decided to just make a deal with Arthur in exchange for one of the scarves. "I'll make a potion for you in exchange for a black and purple scarf. I don't like to just take things so I figured it would be a worthy exchange." Hopefully the idea was satisfying to the other as the witch finally came forward and sat down, eyes flicking over the group before she sat down.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Dove kit walked over shivering. It was like fate. Cold=scarf. He walked over quickly." may I-I ha-very o-ne? " he asked,Smiling.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Jasper, personally, wasn't fond of wearing clothes. It just seemed impractical to him. But he knew someone who would appreciate a scarf. He blinked, carefully scanning through the box, when he spotted a pastel pink cashmere one with deeper pink markings. "Can I take that one?" He asked, gesturing to it with a scarred paw.


    [spoiler=tags][font=georgia]GENERAL
    jasper whitlock-hale / npc x npc / agender / he/him / 30 months physically / 172 years spiritually / blizzardclan / combatant / russet tabby / eyes change color based on hunger / heavily scarred / demipanromantic demipansexual / southern accent / based off jasper hale from twilight


    PERSONALITY
    cold / stoic / majorly empathetic / cuts off empathy / self-loathing / militaristic / polite / southern gentleman / overprotective / uncontrollable thirst / has ptsd and dpd / logical


    POWERS
    super speed / super strength / project & manipulate emotions / eye color manipulation (uncontrollable) / vampirism / super senses / venomous fangs / glows in sunlight


    INTERACTION
    extreme physically / easy mentally / highly trained / attack in bold white / no kill / pm for capture / okay to powerplay non-offensive interactions

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    Ghostpaw personally would have liked a scarf, but he wasn't entirely sure what he would give in return. It didn't seem fair to just take it and not give something back. After a few minutes, he found a light blue scarf of multiple shades, one that matched the color of his eyes perfectly. He bit his lip, thinking, before finally glancing up and asking, "Could I take this one? I could make you a flower crown or a necklace in return." That was something he had been able to make in his past life, yeah? Might as well offer to do the same now.
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    The only accessories that Romeo ever adorned were worn around his neck, solely for the purpose of hiding that nasty scar that he had. It stuck out in stark contrast to his brown fur, a stretch of white skin and hair that would never grow back, elevated and gnarled and ugly and he hated it. When he had stumbled upon the gathering of beings either declining or accepting an offering of warmth, he had been wearing a pastel ribbon; it was tied into a bow at the back of his neck, a pretty red in hue. Nonetheless, he wearily padded forth, pushing his way past the crowd to eye at some of the scarves. He found it distasteful to wear the same accessory two days in a row, and he only had one other scarf...


    Numbly, Romeo picked up a knitted red muffler with frilled edges, glancing toward Aruthur as he grumbled, "I'll take this one. Grazie."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]Mary would have taken a scarf, but she had already been given... around two scarves, if she wasn't mistaken. It had been after she gave Clo's scarf to Tama - She was sure that the scarf Hakuna and Nia gave her were around her den somewhere. She didn't wear them all the time, unlike Tama, who treasured the scarf that she gave her. Maybe she was... a bad example.


    "I don't need any more scarves, but this is very kind of you," the medic complimented, nodding in approval. Everyone needed a scarf. Even when it was summer.
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    general info
    mary xerses — idk how old she is anymore — female — septemberpaw xx lilypaw — medic of blizzardclan — "snake queen" — ghoul — 1/4 medusa — adopted sister of tama


    powers
    eye color manipulation
    memory manipulation
    all free powers


    battle tags
    physically medium; mentally medium — ask before u capture or severely injure — attack in [color=#0099CC]#0099CC

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; padding: 0px][i]❝ they call me crybaby, crybaby ❞[/fancypost]

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    "Yeah! Just take them. I-I mean... they're free, but I guess I'll take whatever you have to offer." Arthur said to the others. "You're welcome."




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