This drought bleeds on // open, rain // and we're dancing for rain

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    Just a puppet on a lonely string
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    [fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 2px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 15px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana;]The sky had darkened a bit that morning, and the male figured it would probably only rain sometime later on, so when he went on his walk, he didn’t take an umbrella or anything like that. He made his way out of his temporary-but-becoming-permanent home (as his own home’s reconstruction was taking far longer than he had hoped) and cast his dull navy eyes to the sky. Sure, it was beautiful, but knowing the weather, this was probably just the calm before the storm.


    That turned out to be true when he was in the middle of his walk, it began to rain. And not just a light rain or a downpour; no, this was torrential rain. Rain that thoroughly soaked his obsidian pelt all the way down to the skin. Without anything to protect him from the torrent, the puma simply stood there, soaking wet, fuming with rage at his luck.


    ((This is literally the weather in Kansas today. I wouldn’t be surprised if a tornado dropped out of the sky))


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Ah gee, I'm getting flashbacks of that tornado not too long ago." Nighttales would resound with a crestfallen sigh, as he weaved his way through the rain. It hadn't been since the days enduring the storm, that he had seen rain this thick. The pelting water reminded him significantly of such weather, and he only happened to hope that there wouldn't be a second tornado anytime soon, especially now that they had finally managed to pull most of their homes back together, as they had been before.


    "Come on, Tobio, stand there like that and you'll drown eventually." Nighttales would resound with an airy laugh, as he noted the dowsed figure, still beneath the plummeting precipitation. The Commander would aim to use a combination of wind and water elementals, to form somewhat of a barrier between them both, and the rain above, which would resemble somewhat of a small bubble to keep them from the rain, whilst Tobio happened to stand there. Though, as effective as this could be, Nighttales much preferred to be indoors, instead of whittling his energy. Despite this, though, the bubble didn't take an enormous amount of effort, so it wasn't as if he was exceptionally bothered by it, either.


    / hhhooly crap, that sounds rough. it's usually like that up here in scotland during this time of year, but today has actually been pretty nice somehow


    TAGS 16/08/2016

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:220px; margin-top:-20px][hr][hr][justify][sub]During Cotton's brief existence of four months, he had had minimal experience with storms. Therefore, when the azure sky suddenly morphed into a dark grey, the boy simply assumed that it was because the sky was angry: it seemed to him to be the only plausible explaination. Slowly strolling through the town, the Egyptian Mau did not process the sudden chill in the air, nor did he heed the wind's warning when it carried a breeze that smelt of rain through his fur. The storm was sudden and relentless, the cold rain forcing itself upon him, touching every inch of his skin. It wasn't long until Cottoncandykit was a shivering, wet mess, the pale pink of his eyes swiftly being replaced by ivy green. Through the curtain of water he was able to depict two silhouettes outlined against the gloom, something that looked like a bubble surrounding them. The kit pushed through the rain, his eyes squinted against its angry lashes until he reached the safety of Nighttales' elemental umbrella. Shaking his fur, the boy studied his two soaked companions, a serious look on his face. [b]"I do believe that someone made the sky mad,"     he said, his eyes turning upward to look at the downpour.


    / oooohh yeah, the weather has been terrible where I'm at; we actually had a tornado warning yesterday.
    & mobile post


    [spoiler=tags, 9/29/16]general:
    cottoncandykit aeternum | male
    homosexual | no crush | single
    kit of colouredclan | greymatter x blindfold | four months
    no mentor | domestic feline


    physical:
    • bronze egyptian mau, ref
    • warm brown eyes - usually pastel pink due to color manipulation
    • slender and noodle-like


    powers:
    • eye color manipulation [uncontrollable]


    injuries:
    • n/a


    personality:
    introverted | thoughful | righteous | anxious | dorky | hero wannabe
    precious cinnamon roll | too good | too pure


    confrontation:
    • pathetically easy | mentally easy
    • clumsy — tries his best — not aggressive
    • attack in [color=lightpink]italic lightpink
    • can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

    The post was edited 1 time, last by ❥ cottoncandykit ().

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    Just a puppet on a lonely string
    Oh, who would ever want to be king?[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 2px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 15px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana;]As Nighttales commented on the weather reminding him of the tornado, Tobio's jaw clenched. His house had been destroyed in the storms leading up to the tornado, along with a lot of his things. It wasn't exactly something he needed to be reminded of. "It's rain--I don't think there's a way to drown in rain," he retorted to the horned serval's comment about drowning in the rain, sensing that the Commander was only joking, but still a bit irritated by it. But he was grateful to the other male for putting up a bubble to protect them from the rain, so he muttered a small, [i]"Thank you..."


    Then along came Cottoncandykit, talking about something along the lines of the sky being angry. "It's a storm; it's normal." He told the child, though his voice was devoid of the somewhat cynical or sarcastic tone it usually held. What could he say; he couldn't be rude to a kid!


    ((Yeah, we were under a tornado watch until 8:00 last night))
    ((/spits out Pepsi
    YOU LIVE IN SCOTLAND????!!! is in awe bc i love scotland & ireland))


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    チェス・ベル[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000; border: none; width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 12px -1px rgb(0, 0, 0); min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color:#c9cddf; font-size: 10.4px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #9da8d7; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DYStkK6.png); background-position: center; background-size: cover; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost]One couldn't really blame Chess for being less than fond of stormy weather and downpours after the incident that'd lead to a hurricane practically tearing the territory apart completely. She'd been eagerly anticipating sunny weather, but apparently that was now ruined. It was truly dampening the vampire's spirit. Literally, since her fur was already soaked and the female was beginning her normal running around and panicking wildly approach to dealing with such conditions. She ducked and dodged through the territory, complaining audibly. "Aii! Why does it always have to be rain? Water is for pool parties!" she half squealed as she dashed around at full speed, failing to be self-conscious about the fact that she was probably making herself look weirder than usual. The moment she noticed Nighttales and Tobio hanging around with a random kit. Naturally, the vampire managed to figure out that they were somehow sheltered, and appeared in almost an instant, coming to a sharp halt and then nearly losing her balance. She didn't flop onto her face though, which was better than usual. "Ah, that feels better!" she visibly brightened, actually beaming as she began squeezing her wet fur and causing a large amount of water to begin gathering upon the ground.


    While cleaning herself up, she seemed to realize that there were other people there. The one kit present actually caught her attention over anyone else. "Ah, so cute! A kitten! Who made it? Was that the Girl who Everyone Knows? Eh, who cares? It's so cute!" she was practically inflated with enthusiasm, [i]attempting to wrap the small creature in a hug. She was mostly drug at this stage anyway, and she had a soft spot for youth. Not apprentice aged individuals, but real youth. She was often just focused on something else. After that small moment of happiness, she finally seemed to pay some attention to Nighttales and Tobio. "Ah, you guys are here too! Great!" she chirped, and then lost interest in them almost instantly. She needed to have her priorities every once in a while. She could flirt whenever she felt like it, but she didn't always encounter kits that she could cuddle and silently want to adopt. She needed these moments where she could simply relax and enjoy herself.


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    [sub]☾ Chess's reaction to Cottoncandykit is priceless


    It's funny how alike mother and son were at times. Not because of appearances or personalities, but rather similar situations. He was a kit new to the world. She was a grown-up who felt new to the world. Waking up in the forest had felt like it was her first day to walk on this world. Yes, her memories were slowly returning. But not all of them had come back.


    Memories of weather, for example, was one of them. Since that day in the forest, she experienced somewhat mild weather conditions. There had been some storms, but nothing compared to this. The wind was powerful, tugging at her wings as the rain came down hard. It forced her to land down into the streets of the town. It just so happened someone had put up a safe barrier from the rain.


    She turned to greet the others when Chess's loud squeal caught off the words forming in her throat. She...wasn't sure how she felt about the captain. She seemed a bit off, too quick at being dismissive of things people weren't normally dismissive of. She also tended to word things weirdly such as asking who had made Cottoncandykit.


    "I--he's my son," Greymatter stepped forward, not sure how to confront the clanmate who was currently hugging her child.




    TAGS — updated 9/29



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:220px; margin-top:-20px][hr][hr][justify][sub]Intimate physical contact, or all physical contact for that matter, was as a special privilege that C.C. granted to a small list of people in which only Greymatter, Dimitri, Mudkit, and Flashkit were included. Cottoncandykit suppressed a startled squeal as the captain wrapped herself around him, trying his best to not seem scared as she invaded his personal space. However, the boy flinched before tensing up his muscles, deciding to remain perfectly still until Chess released him. Breathing deeply, the Egyptian Mau chose to do what he usually did: ignore the issue. Fastening pastel pink eyes onto Kageyama, he squinted slightly. [b]"Natural? How does it happen?"     How could water falling from the sky be something that the puma considered normal? Were there rivers in the sky or something? Was the sky itself water? Maybe it was like one of those ocean things. Snapping out of his thoughts upon hearing his mother's voice, Cottoncandykit's head turned as far as it could, a relieved sigh escaping him as he saw her. "Mama!" His round eyes called out for her help: he didn't know how to deal with Chess's fascination with him - he was rarely the center of attention for anyone.


    [spoiler=tags, 9/29/16]general:
    cottoncandykit aeternum | male
    homosexual | no crush | single
    kit of colouredclan | greymatter x blindfold | four months
    no mentor | domestic feline


    physical:
    • bronze egyptian mau, ref
    • warm brown eyes - usually pastel pink due to color manipulation
    • slender and noodle-like


    powers:
    • eye color manipulation [uncontrollable]


    injuries:
    • n/a


    personality:
    introverted | thoughful | righteous | anxious | dorky | hero wannabe
    precious cinnamon roll | too good | too pure


    confrontation:
    • pathetically easy | mentally easy
    • clumsy — tries his best — not aggressive
    • attack in [color=lightpink]italic lightpink
    • can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    Oh, who would ever want to be king?[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 2px transparent; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 15px; text-align:justify; font-family: verdana;]Tobio almost smiled when Chess hugged the obviously-frightened child. But he simply let out a short chuckle, replying to Cottoncandykit's question. "Rain - and other forms of precipitation - happens when warm air cools and condenses. Since warm air can hold more water than cool air, when the warmer air cools, the moisture condenses to liquid, and it rains." The puma said with only a hint of a laugh, hoping the child knew what condensation meant. If he didn't know what simple weather terms meant, Tobio would have to explain those to him, too.


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    Oh man, not a science lesson! As interesting as the subject was, she... wouldn't have learned it if she didn't have to, but at least basic knowledge helped answer the most common questions in nature. After watching rain slide heavily down her window, the kitsune was afraid that another tornado was going to spring up. The kitsune had almost packed her things to bring down to the bunkers again, but she decided she'd ask around first, to get some other opinions. Picking up her umbrella awkwardly, the fem headed out and braved through the town until she came across some of her clanmates, huddled under... something or other. It didn't look like anything was shielding them, but then again, it did. They didn't seem to be getting battered by the cloud's tears. Hurrying over, the kitsune would join them under the barrier her mentor had created. Glancing around awkwardly as she closed her umbrella again, she would ask, "Mmm... do you guys think the tornado will return again?"


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