SUGAR FLOOD || open, campfire

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    It was time for something he wasn't sure would turn out good, but at least it wouldn't hurt to attempt it. The serval had managed to light a decent fire and maintain it without doing anything other than getting small burns on the tips of his tiny paws. Matches put away, and a table with marshmellows, chocolate bars, long sticks, candy, and graham crackers, he was set for his event.


    As the child set up chairs, and a wagon full of childishly horrible drawings which had dinosaurs, fires, buildings, and random stick-animals with Xs for eyes. Crispus then tried to ignore the foreshadowing, large, dark clouds in the distance. This was around sunset that the display was set up, and he saw massive shadows casted onto objects. The fire crackled and burned, and the forest it was nearby became more dark and shadowy.


    He then observed his work and sighed. Sadly, he wasn't able to eat any of the s'mores that were inevitable to be made. Stupid stomach problems. The boy had only eaten two candies in his life. He felt himself starting to have to tiptoe. There it is again! he thought. He wasn't about to get whiny. Blocking out the thought of food, he yelled out, "Warm, homemade campfire! And s'mores!" This was going to be fun.


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    "ah, crispus, this looks wonderful! thank you for setting this up!" i murmured as i approached and took a seat close to the fire and off to the right of crispus. this was one of tama's children, yeah? he sure was adorable! tama was so lucky! well, everyone was lucky to have tama!


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    "How do these 'smores' work?" She would ask quizzically. Ignis eyed the sweets on the table. She wasn't overall too fond of human food save for cookies. She would stalk over and take her place by the decorations. This was nicely set up.
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    Coughpaw had never actually had smores before - she'd only ever heard people talking about how good they were. The tabby trotted up excitedly. The camp fire looked great! Warm was definitely a good way of describing it.


    Cough started eyeing the weird assortment of sweet stuff, not quite sure how they'd make up a "smore". she appreciated the set up, nonetheless. "Wow! This looks great!"
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    A grin lacing his maw, Barry bounded over, amber ocularies wide, and sparkling. "WOAH!! WOAH, THIS IS AWESOME!!" he chimed, jumping around, almost falling over. "This is so cool!! It looks amazing, too! I wish I could do this kind of thing."


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    Would I even be allowed to join in on this? I mean they don't know me, but still.. Better take the safe way, I guess? Al approached the small group silently, since he really had nothing to say. S'mores was one of his favorite things to consume, but it wasn't his number one food. With all the unknown faces, he sat further away from the group, merely watching them. Hopefully they would give him one, even if they had no idea, or recollection of who he was. Did I even meet any of them in the past? Nah, never seen em' before, or maybe I was too busy to notice. Eh, whatever.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS UPDATED 9/15]INFORMATION
    Alistaire › sixteen months old › npc x npc › ages one month every 100 posts › account started at sixteen months › BlizzardClan › civilian › Male › Asexual › Demiromantic › Single › No crush › Sumatran Tiger › Loner › Confident, Maniac, Determined › wears a shark tooth necklace around their neck › Pierced ears with earing, only his left ear.


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    [color=#be9b7b]POWERS && BODIES
    absorbing spirits › ability to feel no pain › possession › afterlife communication › conjuration › flavor manipulation › invisibility › scent manipulation › soundwave manipulation › shapeshifiting › colored [color=#9ed670]blood


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 17px; text-align: justify;]Social interaction? Hell yeah! Or maybe not. Saltcircles really did not feel like doing anything with other people today, but he went to the campfire party thing in hopes of finding something interesting. "Great job, Crispus," He said dully, approaching the group with a tired look on his face. He looked down at the smores Crispus made. Sweet things? No thanks. Sal sipped thoughtfully from a cup of coffee he had brought, waiting for something interesting to happen.


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    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
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    all free powers


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    He watched and smiled at all the others gathering around. If he was able to manage this without doing something stupid or panicking, he was probably going to either mess something up afterwards or take a bubble bath. Either one seemed possible. As Ignis and Mercy questioned the chemistry of s'mores, he nodded, turning around and getting a stick. "So, to make a s'more, first you get a stick and a marshmellow," he said, finding himself getting nervous. What if he failed at doing something simple, like making a s'more? Shakily, he continued, "And then you roast the marshmellow... Of course!" His happy tone hid his quickly-forming thoughts, stupid, he insulted himself. The speed of his voice depended on the speed of his actions as he explained it while doing the steps himself, "After you get it how you'd like, get two graham crackers and chocolate - optional~! - and then stick the marshmellow and chocolate between the graham crackers." When he was finally finished, he sat it on the table atop the graham cracker box. "Anyone can eat this if they'd like!" he announced.


    Crispus then retreated a few inches, wincing as his injuries shifted. He observed everyone else and grinned at anyone who spoke to him as he lost himself in thought. He was scared of what his clanmates were thinking right now, all nine of them present. Trying to get his mind off of the anxiety shadowing over him, he felt himself tiptoeing once again. But now, he felt warm at the talking of his clanmates, or was it just the fire? Lowering himself down, he took a deep breath. What was going to - no. The serval kept breathing in and out steadily, not quickened as it usually was. He reminded himself to bask in the good moments. This was going good, he could make it if he tried.


    info | updated sep. 3rd 2016