BACK TO ME | OPEN : GROUP JOINING & TAKEOVER

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    he didn't know this place, sure, but this place was abandoned for all he saw. so who was here to try to stop him, really? he could fix it, he decided. he could at least try, which seemed like more than any of these people were doing.
    "attention arcadianclan! my name is achates, these are my companions, paris and helen. we're taking over. anyone want to argue?" he demanded, dark gaze roaming the area around him.

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    ever the dutiful friend, paris stood immediately behind his friend. the wolf wasn't the brightest pea in the pod, he'd admit it himself. he was a fighter, a true warrior at the heart. it was why his friends plan worked so well; three leaders. paris himself would represent war, fighting, battle. it was his skill, and he was okay with that. he'd leave the peace and kindness to his fiance.


    silent, he approached and seated himself to achates' left side, the bulky males jaw clenched, ready to try to counter any argument. if they received one, that is.

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    and then there was helen. the males were so harsh, so big and tough, and she countered it with an easy softness, a grace that had put others at ease. it was why she'd agreed to the role of a leader; she knew it would be difficult to rally behind two men, one with a mind for war and the other for a mind of politics, of machiavellian thoughts.


    war, diplomacy, and medical, the latter hers. she was nervous, nervous for a revolt. but she sat on achates other side, sat and waited patiently, not wanting to show her anxiety. if she was going to be in charge of anyone, she'd have to learn to be her own person, to not need to be beside paris every second.


    so the blonde canine sat, calm and composed, an air or kindness surrounding her as she watched, and waited.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px; margin-top: -10px;]"Yes, I do." The serval was stood there, raising a figurative eyebrow. "And on what grounds to you claim that my home is now no longer?" She questioned, eyes flicking between the three. A brute, a snake and a woman by the looks of it. If they wanted to call the shots over a piece of land, they could scrap over another that wasn't her home.


    [spoiler]GENERAL ;
    ▸ haerii blair elizabeth [elizabeth blair]
    ▸ female
    ▸ physically 3 & ½ years, mentally 6 years
    ▸ npc xx npc [ marcus blair xx maria blair ]
    ▸ arcadianclan
    ▸ single
    ▸ has sworn that she will marry anyone who can best her in combat
    ▸ bisexual
    ▸ closested due to upbringing
    ▸ lady of the astral clocktower
    ▸ fourteenth of the hill
    ▸ hunter of beasts
    ▸ princess of haerii
    ▸ singer
    ▸ has been robbed of her voice
    ▸ is able to sing through the "transistor"


    APPEARANCE ;
    ▸ a serval with bright blue eyes and a small scar on her left ear.
    ▸ wears a feathered tricorn
    ▸ constantly carries rakuyo and has attached to her side with a belt.
    ▸ carries a "transistor" which sings recorded songs of hers


    PERSONALITY ;
    ▸ polite & well mannered & distant
    ▸ logical & honourable & opinionated
    ▸ ladylike & knightly & isolated
    ▸ speaks formally and addresses people according to rank etc.
    ▸ believes very strictly in her own code of honour
    ▸ doubtful but devout to her religion


    POWERS ;
    ▸ elemental powers - fire
    ▸ linked to her sword


    INTERACTION ;
    ▸ nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
    ▸ physically hard, mentally medium to hard
    ▸ attack in violet
    ▸ no kill or maim
    ▸ pm for capture
    ▸ "speech"

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    "inactivity has been running rampant here. the leader hasn't shown her face in over a week, and other high positions have an... unexcusable level of activity. we're here to help, before it's too late." helen spoke up, tone soft and demeanor never changing as she met the strangers gaze. she wasn't nervous, not exactly; concerned, more like it.

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    "like helen said, inactivity has dropped to a toxic level. we were raided and nobody even tried to help fight for us. so, we're fighting for arcadianclan now."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana;]"I suppose we can't do much then, hm?" Nagito would murmur as he limped forward, settling himself beside Elizabeth with a minuscule smile on his face. It had been true... not a lot had been happening in ArcadianClan but ArcadianClan was still his home. The Somali would twist his ears forward, his silver gaze focused on Archates and the other members of the group that had arrived. "Unless, of course, ArcadianClan fights back, then you'd have a problem." It wasn't a threat and it wasn't to be taken as such, as Nagito hardly seemed in the condition to even hurt someone. The boy was weak and knew little about combat and his only knew healing and other medical procedures since it was one of the few things he was apparently good at.


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