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  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Alice had been a little inactive as of late. Whoops. She was trying to get her activity stabilized so she could better help attribute to her clan. So there she was, in the deep shadow of some building, all smiles and twinkling eyes. "Meet and greet?" She called. It had been some time since she last held one, so she thought it was high time to do this again.


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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; color: #BDBDC6; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;][justify][size=9pt]♦ [color=#622028]♦[/size][color=transparent]-"[b]Hey, Alice." Said the blue-eyed vampire as he lazily hopped out of a nearby tree and headed towards her. Meet and greets were getting a little boring to him, but honestly just hanging out with Alice and his other clan-mates in a laid back manner was something he needed right now. Of course, he had recently found a way of distracting himself, but that was more of a secret right now, and one that he couldn't do much with in SunClan territory. Anyway, he sat close to the smaller, but older feline and said, "How're you doing? How's the boyfriend?" He moved into a lay, and turned himself until his stomach was facing up. He scratched the air with his paws out of boredom, waiting for the Sunguard to answer.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:330px; padding:0px; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; color:#]Meet bad greets were considered cliche around here, but Kayra considered them a staple of Sunclan. In her travels she'd never seen meet and greets held elsewhere. No new journeyman would stand in the streets and announce his name, nor any travelling knight, or a lord on some campaign. Clerics announced things, but it was never about introducing themselves, just their gods.


    [b]"I'm Kay'ra."


    True, she wasn't one for talking all about herself. She was private, careful. But meet and greets would be a great way to settle back into the clan.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align:center; width:335px; padding:3px; color:#556B2F; font-family:georgia; text-transform:uppercase;][b]0 / 220 carry weight | 100% health | 100% Magicka | 100% Fatigue
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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]She didn't say her name because it was already known, though she did do a small little mock bow, as if these were the old days, and she was a gentleman silently, yet formally introducing herself. Her display didn't last long, though, as she plopped herself down beside Suga, mismatched orbs absentmindedly gleaming in Kay'ra's direction, an odd forming habit that she didn't understand.


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    [b]"Amari says hello."
    The child greeted, looking a little bored. She couldn't help it, she just wasn't feeling that energetic at the moment, but at least she had a plushie. Hugging her stuffed animal, the keeper managed a smile. Plush toys made things less boring. That was her opinion anyway. It was impossible for someone to hate plushies, which automatically meant they were too fantastic for boredom. [/fancypost]