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    [justify][font=arial]It was by chance that Kavinsky scented something - someone - familiar beyond these borders. He shouldn't have been spying, he knows - but considering his current position (or lack thereof), one of few pastimes he possessed involved creeping about where he didn't belong and, in the bluntest sense, stalking groups he saw some level of potential in. What else was he supposed to do with himself these days?


    Now, he used to hate Permafrost. The guy was a bastard. But that didn't change the fact that he was written into history within these clans, and Kavinsky had been around to watch his steady rise and fall. Despite the fact that the Ex-Leader had tested his patience, his loyalties... He supposed this visit would prove worthwhile, if only for the sake of nostalgia. But, to be honest, Kavinsky was rather insignificant; he wasn't even sure if Perma would recall what was left of his face.


    "Hello," Kavinsky called out listlessly from the borderline, dragging a tongue across exposed teeth that glistened from the gaping holes in his face. Hopefully no one would be too alarmed to see a zombie hanging around on their border and waiting to be attended to.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"uh, name and business, please." the small captain would approach, eyes weary as she greeted the stranger. it wasn't a problem, but curt couldn't help but wonder how this dude had ended up like this. still, maybe it was kinda rude to ask questions.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Yo," Nighttales would hum in response, drawing to a halt by Curt. Well, didn't he happen to look a little under the weather? Various lacerations remained clear in the other's dulled flesh, though Nighttales noted the fact that they were in no way 'fresh' wounds. Instead, it looked as if they had been this way for quite some time; for long enough, for them to have gradually adjusted to this new state of being. Anyhow, a blithe grin would skim the Commander's expression, and he'd offer a simple response to their despondent greeting, whilst waiting for them to form a response to Curt's inquiry.


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    [i]‘THINKING’

    (REFLECTING)






    Cassius wasn't here for any legitimate reason. He was drawn by the smell of rot in particular, ready to witness another death so he could speak nothing of it and maybe make a salad later. Of course, upon closer inspection he realized they where...alive. And thats when his gaze lit up. Eyes widened behind his shades a bit, and he took a deep breath before walking by everyone, not getting closer, but up front so he could see them well. “Sh!t...what are you?” Zombie, something in his mind said. Country boy adjusted his shades, relaxing and straitening up.




    he didn't say much beyond that, didn't think of it as rude, and didn't think there was something else he should be saying. The ruddy red labrador actually just chewed on the inside of his cheek while waiting for a response. He had a reason for being so excited. Memories from his childhood. Late at night horror shows would turn on, black and white classics that he used to scare himself sh!tless with. He wasn't sure what it was about the movies that he liked. He wasn't sure if it was the fear factor or the advanced nature of the films that made him feel somewhat ahead of his peers with every viewing.




    What he did know was that he loved the gore in those movies too. Loved the jumpscares. Loved everything about the horror genre. He'd watched countless horror movies. Of course, he'd be afraid of the dark and the creaking of the floors, hiding under the sheets until his mother came to tuck him in. His love of horror didn't start there, then it was curiosity. It started in the city. Hilariously after he saw the first two 'incidents' in his life was when he really started to enjoy them. It was like a vent of sorts, so offset all the stress and fear and anger. The visuals he found, could be calming at the times where he just wanted to call his family and have them talk him through everything as he went to sleep. He couldn't call him though.




    They wanted to come home as badly as he wanted to go home, but he couldn't unless he wanted them in danger and him behind bars. It was best if they never talked.




    ...




    Anyways, zombie.
    Cool zombie on the border wanted something, and he was here to observe, as usual. Not getting involved...but watching with the usual poker face, nonchalant demeanor, and vibes. All he was vibes.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]"Oooh shit, I think I remember you." Yawned the infamous, scarred serval as he appeared behind the others to stand lazily alongside Nighttales. With a deepening rumble, he sat his white ass down on the forest floor and just - well - did what he did best. Stare.


    Frigid eyes focused on Kavinsky, and he clawed at his memory to try and, well, bitch you guessed it, remember if this had been a person he remembered or not - or better yet, pissed off.


    Man, he pissed a lot of people off.


    [abbr=Characters able to see auras might become temporarily blinded by Permafrost's radiance. They also may experience extreme nausea, migraines, and nosebleeds. Permafrost's aura shows a fragment of his 'true self' - including thousands of blue eyes staring through a reflection of 'broken glass' that contains the majority of his aura. **None of the side effects of Permafrost's self is powerplayed by me, this is simply here to give more people interaction options.**][♦][/abbr] [abbr=God, High Seraph, Immortal][basic info][/abbr] [abbr=Main: Serval -- others include smilodon, dragon, cat, and other common species.][bodies][/abbr] [abbr=Mate to none, Sire to plenty, Interested in no one, Doesn't care about anyone's rank, ever, Apathetic and sarcastic - nothing 'offensive' this character says or does reflects the thoughts of the roleplayer][notes][/abbr] [abbr=Characters able to sense auras may get overwhelmed by his presence. Such overwhelming symptoms could include puking, migraines, nosebleeds, and chest pain. **None of the side effects of Permafrost's self is powerplayed by me, this is simply here to give more people interaction options.**][♦][/abbr]

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