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    It's been a while since Perseus had been around here. Not because he hadn't actually been around, he'd just... Been doing his own things, or something like that. Wandering around, getting to know the place. And others, when he got lost a month ago. That had been an adventure. But now he was back, and most of his time here had been spent perched between Marauder's shoulders. Wherever the caracal went, Perseus was probably around too. Today, though, he wasn't in his usual place. That probably spelled disaster, not because Perc would be getting into things — oh no, the child was the well behaved one, out of the pair. Today, he's back working at an old hobby of his. The sun hadn't yet reached it's peak before he was surrounded by a small pile of friendship bracelets, each of a different pattern and color combination. This was what he'd spent most of his time doing back in ShadowClan, too, and now that he'd had even more practice.


    By the time he's ran out of his favorite color — red, like Marauder's hoodie — the clouded leopard's paws are kind of cramping from the effort of it, and he exhales slowly, tongue curling with a yawn. The focus there had always had a rather soporific effect on the leopard kitten, so it's no surprise that he's already ready for an afternoon nap. Still, he has something to do first. [color=#F7F2C8]"Does anyone want a bracelet? I just need two things." He tilts his head. [color=#F7F2C8]"One and a half things. The first one's too easy to be a full thing." And he's too tired for this.


    / whoops trying to get active with the child again
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    info | updated 10/21/2016
    info | updated 10/21/2016

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    Marauder didn't give much of an actual damn about many things. Staying around in clans was one of them, because he'd seen just how much loyalty these places had. It was actually pretty amusing, seeing some of them obsess over holding their ranks and their tiers, as though they somehow improved anything- all they did was paint a bigger target on your back, hence Marauder's vehemence when Percy was promoted in ShadowClan. He was a baby, and while Marauder at that age would've hated being called that, that was why he hadn't been promoted. It was some kind of effort to keep them safe -though it failed miserably on him- and while his lack of position didn't exactly keep him out of trouble either, it also meant he didn't have to be responsible for people he didn't even know. Perc, though- he'd taken up the role as some kind of guardian, if he could call himself that. He'd never say it aloud, but where Percy went, Marauder would be sure to be there too; he wasn't interested in leaving him alone, which was pretty hilarious, wasn't it? When they first met, he'd been trying his hardest to get the kid to leave him alone, because he wasn't the kind of guy anyone should latch onto, least of all someone like Perseus. Even now there were days he pushed at those boundaries, when the nights had been heavy with reminders of what happened when he was too close, but every time he ran the leopard always followed.


    "You've already got everything from me," the caracal rumbled, padding closer to the smaller feline, and he wasn't as sharply set as he was everywhere else. His stare wasn't as hard, and his mouth hadn't settled into the flat line it usually made whenever he was having to tolerate some nonsense or the other. He'd been like that the first time Percy wanted to give him the bracelet, all huffs and growls. "Looks like you've been busy." Marauder sat down in the space near Perseus, gaze lowering to the bracelets he'd prepared. They were more skillfully made than before, so clearly the practice had been working, although Marauder wasn't going to trade the bracelet he had for one of the ones made now. That would involve taking it off, and he'd made a promise not to. "Ever thought of using beads?"
    [spoiler=tags (10/21)][justify][size=8][font=arial]GENERAL:
    -Marauder
    -Son of Coloredpencil and Alois
    -1 year, five months
    -Pansexual panromantic
    -½ Mars (brotp w/ Perseus)


    BODY DESCRIPTION:
    -Caracal dyed black with blue eyes
    -Heavily scarred
    -Broad shouldered and muscular
    -Wears a red hoodie, sometimes switches it out for a brown leather jacket
    -Has a red, white, and black friendship bracelet (DO NOT TOUCH)


    CURRENT HEALTH:
    -Has several deep lacerations and claw marks (nearly healed)


    INTERACTION:
    -Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances
    -Name in bold red when attacking
    -Ask for serious injury, request capture, closed to death
    -Friendly actions can be powerplayed (at your character's own risk)


    PERSONALITY:
    -Holds serious grudges
    -Aggressive with a quick temper, but will behave most of the time.
    -A bit of an asshole
    -Strong emotions, not-so-great outlets
    -Intelligent, and actually very well-read
    -Possible abandonment issues
    -Tends to say what he doesn't mean
    -Protective af

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; color: #7885A8; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;][justify]Following shortly after Marauder, the hybrid settled himself in front of the bracelet making set up in silence for a few moments. They way that the caracal acted towards his younger clan-mate gave the Silverblood a hint that they were close, and it almost reminded him of how he was with his children, or well known younger clan-mates. "Bracelets?" He asked as he shuffled his body down to the ground lazily, "I'll take one, I guess, but what kind of things do you need first?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px; color: #ff8080;][justify]Bracelets? Where they used for something or were they just plainly decoration? A frown was on her blackened muzzle as she slowly made her way over toward the small gathering of Sunclanners. Two of which she had no idea who they were. It was odd for sure and she kind of just stared at them before the soul reaper just took a seat and tilted her head a bit. Mellow purple eyes narrowed a bit on the group before she curled her muzzle just briefly. "I'll take one but what's the catch? What do you need for these?" Her pelt bristled with apprehension as she flicked her tail back and forth.
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    info — updated 10/14

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]▸"can i have one too, mister?" the child asks as he scrambles over. a bracelet? he'd never had one of those before, mainly because he wasn't coordinated enough to make one himself. expectant brown eyes look unblinkingly at perseus just begging for a yes. theo wasn't too worried about what it was they needed from him. as of late, he had found using his wings had become easier as they started to match his own size so it shouldn't be too hard to find the things needed. unless it was like someone's body. yeah no. he was a pup. there would be no bringing of the bodies to his clanmate for one bracelet, no matter how much he wanted one.
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    theodore monte-florum † goes by theo † male † sunclan † keeper † fargo x unknown † single † demisexual panromantic
    Physical
    arctic wolf (main) † pure white fur † growing&lacks coordination † brown eyes † has large, feathered wings protruding from back
    Traits
    lively † sweetheart † brave † stubborn † possessive † childish
    History
    son of fargo (ex-sunclan hp) † found himself outside of sunclan † joined sunclan † ray title † promoted to keeper † skyclan ambassador
    Powers
    tbd
    Other
    physically easy † mentally easy † pm for capture † maim † torture † kill † open for all plotting † attack in #CDD8A3 † has a small, stuffed sheep he carries everywhere † welcome to powerplay of all friendly and nonviolent actions

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -4px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#969696]"That's a riddle in itself." And to her, it was, though she was only half listening. Jewelry, it seemed, didn't interest her. The only thing she had ever worn was the bracelet Minho had given her when they had been dating (something she no longer wore), and the earring in her left ear.


    info — updated 10/20

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    / whoops this got long?? 1+2: marauder, 3: suga + rukia, 4: theo + immy. rushed ending, whoops.


    Perseus hadn't understood ranks when he was younger. To be honest, he still didn't. Artpop had thought that he was doing good, so he got a different thing to call himself and he had more to do. That should have been simple, right? But all he can remember is an overwhelming anxiety, because he didn't want to be a disappointment, because he didn't even know what he was supposed to do to not be a disappointment. He'd stepped down in the end, but what if he hadn't? What if he'd stayed as someone important there? Would he have gotten hurt, like Marauder seemed to think? It wasn't that simple. You couldn't just be protected because you weren't important. (He had learned too early that some people were just sick enough to hurt people who didn't deserve it. It was a distant, unstable lesson, but his own nonetheless.) But hey, he's got Marauder to protect him, right? The child tips his head to smile up at the caracal, rolling to his back and pawing absently at him. "You could always tell me something new." He assumes that he has a lot of stories to tell, though most of them seem like they would be sad. He doesn't really want to see Marauder look sad.


    When the conversation turns towards his bracelets, the clouded leopard rolls back over to look at them, his expression nearly glowing with a weird sort of pride. "Yeah," he agrees, voice lifting brightly at the end. "It was — it was a lotta work." Not in a bad way, but the hypnotizing effect that repetitive actions tend to have on a young child had set in quite a while ago. There were far more productive things to be doing, maybe. Part of him is slowly becoming aware of the fact that he needs to be able to protect himself and maybe actually do something for the people here, he just... There wasn't really an explanation for that. He looks back up at Marauder. "I would have to find them first. But that's a good idea." It would look nice. Maybe he can spell names on them. (Not that Perseus can actually spell names yet, but he could learn. He had the alphabet part down.)


    Maybe he would do that next time, though, because there are other people around him and they're all asking questions. That would make sense, considering that he hadn't actually explained anything right away. Perseus smiles again. Suga seems like a nice enough person. He doesn't really remember what it's like to have a father, though maybe Marauder does come close. His actual dad — he doesn't even remember his name anymore. Maybe there's something wrong with him, but he doesn't try to think of it anyway. There's no point in that. Marauder's just fine, though he's not quite a father, not quite a brother, not quite a friend. He's got a friendship bracelet, after all. Sure, they're just for decoration, but they mean something important to him. Still, Rukia's frown reminds him of Marauder's (he'd been a lot pricklier, though). That's okay, though. He happens to like Marauder.


    Theo, however, kinda reminds him of himself. Stormy blue eyes narrow in confusion but then he laughs (giggles, really). "I'm not a mister. Just Perseus." Mister Perseus. That sounds kinda weird. "But yeah, you guys all get one. You just have to tell me your name and one cool thing about you. Deal? And what colors you want, I guess." The last one to approach doesn't seem to want one, or at least she doesn't say so, but he's always liked challenges. In the end, it really depends on how much she ends up liking him. (It worked with Marauder, at least.) "Did you want one too?"
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    info | updated 10/23/2016
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px; color: #ff8080;][justify]Names and a cool fact about themselves. Well, that didn't seem all bad. At least she didn't have to give anything personal up for a bracelet. She hadn't really thought of why she even had that notion in her head but she slowly sat down and adjusted the katana on her left side. Okay, time for introduction and she allowed a more calm smile to spread over her muzzle. "Alright, kid. My name's Rukia Kuchiki. And I hunt souls." Well, Hollows but souls and Hollows were almost the same thing. Just one was more dangerous than the other. She shifted just a bit as she thought about it before giving a brief nod. "Nice to meet you."
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    info — updated 10/14