PAINTED THE SKIES | O, MEET + GREET

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Anything that isn't a vegetable. Seriously, that's all I get to eat nowadays." Nighttales would resound with a somewhat comical groan, though a light smirk tugged at his maw, nevertheless. Spectre was somewhat of a health-fanatic, after all, so he happened to suffer from her various concoctions of vegetable-based meals, and sweets. Sweets. "Hmm, and an interesting fact, huh?" He would offer a slight shrug. "I play the piano."

There were more interesting facts, when it came to him. How he had contracted with a chain as a child, and how Demios still resided within his vessel, tightening her strings and waiting to swallow him whole once he finally decided that he was ready to traverse the abyss instead of the world, here. How he had murdered his mother. How his brother and the reincarnation of said mother both had no memories of said lifetime - of him, or of the chaos - and happened to lead two other clans as of now. Perhaps, he could have instead told the story of how he had managed to find himself with the scar that remained embedded in his chest, but such was a tale that he'd only tell if someone actually prompted him to.

"Yourself?" Nighttales would return the inquiry - deciding to neglect introducing himself, seeing as he had met Harley previously, as of recent, at her joining.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]In truth, they hated talking about themself. They barely knew who they were, after all -- they were a walking extensional crisis. Still, they found their paws leading them towards the call of a meet and greet, their tail nervously flicking to and fro. "I'm B-B-Billy. Billy B-Bibbit." He introduced with a soft smile, tucking his gauze-wrapped forelegs closer to his stomach and snaking his tail around his paws out of habit. "Um, I l-like f-f-fish." He mumbled with a shrug. He wasn't too picky when it came to food, just so long as it wasn't rabbit. "An-And, um... My f-favorite colors are p-p-pink and-and orange." He said, however it sounded more like a question.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:220px; margin-top:-20px][hr][hr][justify][sub]Though Harley's face was a somewhat familiar one, C.C. still approached the female with a certain air of apprehension, his nervous eyes taking in her scar-laced body. How had she gotten such injuries? Was she okay? They appeared to be quite recent, too. Perhaps he should tell Greymatter? She'd certainly know how to help if Harley was in pain. Pink pastel eyes finding fierce amber ones, the boy shook his head slightly. He shouldn't be thinking about her appearance - looks didn't matter to him; besides, she seemed to be quite friendly. He allowed himself to approach her before taking a seat, his striped tail curling around him neatly. [b]"Nice to meet you, miss. I'm Cottoncandykit," he introduced himself, his soft, high voice barely disturbing the silence, "I like strawberries. I'm also teaching myself how to read." His small chest puffed out in pride as he said the last statement, his quiet demeanor shifting slightly.

[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

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px black; color: white; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%][font=verdana][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]Didn't she look awfully cheerful? Orion came over, his newly returned friend Bluestreak clinging to his shoulder while trying not to fall asleep. He paused, whirling gears and clanking metal would already announce his approach. "Um... Orion Pax. I... can't exactly eat food, so no answer. And an interesting fact... I don't have one."

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Oh, now here was a face she could match to a name she'd been vaguely hearing about for a short time prior. As she looked from the spirited fem to the clanmates that had gathered, and eventually back around again, she began thinking about what she could say. Well, she wished she could say she played the harp, but... that was another story for another time. As for favorite colors, she had no idea Billy liked orange, too. Finally, someone who admitted to liking orange- she could just give him a hug right now! Unfortunately, however, her cowardice held her back from doing such a thing. Maybe she wouldn't tell her favorite colors- it was a complicated matter for her, and it was too mainstream of a thing to divulge. Hmm...
Well, in the past, she'd said too much about how much she enjoyed reading, though she was glad Cottoncandykit was making an effort to learn. Maybe someday she could tutor him- oh, it would be fantastic!
"I'm Midnightpaw," she began, her mind still rolling. "Mids or Middy's also fine. My, uh, favorite food is... pizza." It was utterly common, but she did enjoy it. The choices were endless, though she mostly stuck to one or two. Her tastes had yet to change, for she was still a young apprentice, after all. She had to pity her mentor, after all. Eating nothing but vegetables- it had to be terrible! Maybe she'd sneak him a muffin or something during their next training session. "And, uh, one interesting fact is that I like to do origami!"

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I knew Nighttales could play the piano, but piano was lame. I don't even think I could give an accurate description of what one looked like. Perhaps I could try to peek into his house later and find the one he had to own. Anais, too...what was with the piano?

Billy was a mess as ever. But I liked pink, too, a lot. Orion was a loss of words but that was okay. For Midnightpaw, the intricate folding of paper I'd never tried. And C.C was awfully cute for endeavoring to self-teach himself literacy. I would have offered to help him sometime, but I had dropped out of school in my past human life and there were many bigger words in dictionaries I didn't know how to pronounce or tell the meaning of.

I step forward to join the crowd at Harley's meet and greet with a faint smile and a sour apple sucker stuck in my mouth. I remember Harley. I had been there when she joined us. "Ya know me, I'm Frightfur 'Bullet' Seraphim. I like candy and all things sweet, especially birthday cake," I almost feel like sticking out my tongue and giving the healthy eater in the crowd (Spectre, who else?) a playful look before I continue,"I can sleep for 48 hours straight without dying..."

Never underestimate my laziness. I know this because I've tried it. I had woken that one morning two days later smelling like a trash heap, dry mouthed, and feeling like death, but damn had I gotten some gooood sleep. What a beautiful talent.

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[sub]☾ "We've met when you joined but I'm not sure if I formally introduced myself," Greymatter said as she came to a stop by Cottoncandykit, "My name is Greymatter. I like chamomile tea and my most interesting fact..."

'is that I have a faulty recollection.' Her mind I helpfully supplied.

"Is that I like to read." She drew a breath in, attempting to calm herself.

She looked over to her kit, who had announced he attempting to learn how to read.

"I can always help if you're having any trouble." She purred as she gave him a loving lick on the shoulder.

She was proud to hear he was attempting to read, without any prodding from herself. She was a firm believer that everyone should learn how to read. It opened pathways that might otherwise be closed.

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The fem's ears perked when both Fright and Harley admitted their love for cake. Ah, fellow apprentice friends with sweet teeth- perhaps that was her flock. Bah, who was she kidding? She liked everyone too much to choose a single friend group, though she was glad someone could relate to her love for sweets. Now all she had to do was find out their birthdays, so she could somehow get a cake for them.
But the beauty of a meet-and-greet was that the opportunity to get to know someone was rather large, so the kitsune, feeling brave that day, decided to ask anyway. "Oh, that's cool! Uh, when's your birthday, by the way?"

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[i]Yes! One point for Frightfur! That's what I think when Harley mentions her favorite is cake, too. Plus, her smile is intense, almost too intense and wide, made worse by the scarring along the lines of her mouth. I don't mind it though, it reminded my of the stitched smiles of so many of my very prized plushies that I stored away, often tucked in bed, in my room. I keep the mention of Diana of the Westeros in mind, in case we ever cross paths.

I watch Greymatter and Cottoncandy until Midnightpaw speaks. Birthdays. Perhaps it would be good to know Harley's birthday so we could celebrate it properly when the time came. I had too recently forgotten my former, er, ex (was I and Lucien still together?) boyfriend's birthday and he had ran away and left me. I didn't need Harley doing the same...