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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]curt had been worried lately. not the kind of paranoia she was used to, but genuine worry for her friends, her family. worry for night and lucinda and frightfur and ephemeralaurora. eph especially. her sister was doing.. okay. that was it. she was a happy-go-lucky person regardless of what she'd been facing but curtaincall knew her own sister. she just wasn't sure what to do. maybe it was the paranoia - a lot had been happening lately. was something wrong?


    with a sigh the captain would drag a paw across her face, rubbing at her eyes. it was a little windy on the beach, so much so that curt almost headed back inside. it dusted sand in her eyes and through her fur, and was a tad chillier than she would have liked. maybe the beach wasn't the best place to be standing.


    with a huff the girl would collect her book, dusting sand from between the pages before she started he ascension towards the town. the rocks her slippery and curt scrambled to catch herself more than a few times, muttering curses as she went. if she had a brain, she would've walked the long way. the safe way. the way that was bare of rockpools. the way where her damn book wouldn't have slipped from her gasp and fallen to it's watery death in one of said rockpools.


    it was not her day.


    one could hear the girl's cry of anguish and string of obscenities that would have put a sailor to shame all the way from the top of the cliff, and if one were to look over the edge they would come to watch a very angry curtaincall lose her grip in her tantrum and follow her book's path. another splash and another screech were to follow as the girl flailed around in the pool of water.


    /lol i have private happy threads to work on but they're hard and i'm a piece of sh.t so have an angry curt


    it was not her day.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The string of curses that had fled from Curt's jaw had been the first to draw him over - a sequence of sounds promptly followed by a resounding splash. Night picked up his pace, a lingering pang of concern strengthening within, pressing him forward as he made his way over to the rockpools that Curt now wallowed within, writhing in their limpid depths. To say that he was relieved that the incident wasn't solemn or urgent in any sense would be somewhat of an understatement, and this sense of ease was expressed in a brisk chuckle. "I wouldn't be taking a dip at this time of year, if I were you. I hear that the water gets a little chilly." Nighttales would resound with an airy hum, before proceeding to follow her on the way down, taking brisk steps along ornate slates of stone lining the cliff, before halting by the brim of said rockpool.


    / mobile


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    /THAT TITLE I'M DEAD
    ninja'ed FUCK lmao


    The screaming and yelling worried the apprentice quite a bit, especially since it came from the usually composed (or so she thought) Curtaincall. Once she figured out what the problem was, she'd think that Curt's anger was justified... swearing and everything. But for now, the apprentice approached and stood at the top of the hill, where she watched as the captain dove into the sea for her book, the wind buffeting her fur and swaying her small frame. Leaning forward worriedly, she'd call, "C-Curtaincall?"


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    curt would freeze almost instantly as voices were heard above her, and the small captain would groan in embarrassment as she pulled herself from the rockpool, soaking wet and shivering. instead of biting back with an answer the night's quip, she would turn to watch as her book, now saturated, bobbed up and down in the aftermath of waves that hit the rocks, before crashing into the side of the pool. great. now not only had the printing run, but the pages were also torn to shreds. she would rake her paws over her eyes, sitting back on her haunches for a second.


    "c-curtaincall?" mid's concerned voice reached her ears before she could reply to the commander, and she'd to see the girl standing on the cliff above. ah, sh.t. curt raised her tail in a half-hearted wave and chuckled lightly. "i-i'm fine! sorry about that!" she shouldn't have been swearing in front of kids.


    a scowl was sent in night's direction as he ascended down the rocks, imitating the serval's smart chuckle. "thank you for you concern, not like i could've just died or anything." in truth the pool was about six inches deep, but the anger came from embarrassment, not fear for her life.


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