GOSPEL OF THE THROTTLE, PUSH MY ENGINE ALL THE WAY | MEETING

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Surprisingly enough, plenty had happened within the time-span of a single week. Most circumstances were personal, though no-less eventful, anyhow. Though, he did have some official matters to bring up, that was for sure - alongside the usual announcements regarding shifts in ranks and the likes. Therefore, Nighttales drew to a halt in the center of camp, withdrawing a breath and eventually inclining to address his clan. "Colouredclan, gather for a meeting!" He'd call, before arranging his mental notes one final time, whilst waiting for individuals to gather.


    "Firstly, Daichi has resigned, and Tobio has disappeared." Nighttales would mention, before pausing for a moment, and moving to other demotions. "Eve, Yuuri, and Nik, are demoted to Members." He hadn't seen much of the Warders over the past week, so assumed that they were no longer around. Nighttales would miss seeing their familiar presences out and about, but demotions were systematic, and he couldn't refrain due to his familiarity of them.


    Promotions were plentiful, however - something that hadn't always come easily to Colouredclan, though with current-activity, there were many whom certainly happened to deserve their promotions. "Euphemia, Garlic, Cottoncandykit, and Benvolio - you four are promoted to Bodyguards." He was rather glad to promote each to a position above their current placement as a semi-high rank, after all, and given their activity over the past week or so, he believed them to be more than deserving. "Seafoam, Neptuneblues, and Fruit, are all promoted to Warder." The three had been around rather frequently, after all.


    Besides that, he had a shoutout or-so, and perhaps a few other vital notes. "Malkyn, you're new, but you're pretty active, so you get a shoutout. Keep it up." They were too new for Nighttales to justify a promotion, just yet, but they were around consistently thus-far, therefore meaning that if they remained this way throughout the proof of a week, then a promotion would come to them with relative ease. "Also, Rick, I feel no inclination to continue keeping you as a prisoner. I'm still keeping an eye on you, sure, but you've proven yourself to be a lot less of who you once were, throughout the time-span of a week." They were certainly still violent, but they weren't lashing out at Colouredclanners, and had also fought Bubblebreath in the meanwhile, proving themselves to be worthy of a second chance, or a blank slate, if that was what they sought. Though, it was currently unbeknownst to all (or perhaps only most) that Rick had lost most of his memories, after his death.


    "Alright, aside from that, Yuri decided to get a little too ahead of himself whilst we were deeming the Elite to be neutrals." The Commander erupted with an airy sigh. "Yuri, learn to restrain yourself, got it? The Elite becoming an enemy isn't a significant negative, but you're either going to adjust, refrain from speaking altogether, or get demoted and exiled. Take this as your fore-warning. Don't fuck anything else up unless I ask you to." He knew of Yuri's personality, and he knew that it wasn't going to change - Nighttales wasn't asking him to do as such, but he certainly wasn't going to let Yuri mess up more foreign-affairs if that was what they had in mind. "But yeah, the Elite dropped us to enemies. I'm not adding them to the list until they actually attack us, though. I don't want a name filling up space on our list. They'd be no more than padding, after all - having them as a stated enemy would only provide them the attention that their small group desires, or would currently depend on." The serval offered a simple shrug. "Whilst Yuri's chaotic, it is their fault for jumping to conclusions and getting all defensive after he tossed a few insults." Honestly, what leader actually bothered to listen to someone's biased pandering, and defend themselves against insults politically.


    "Alright, besides that, activity has been doing really well. We're second-only to the Exiles." Being second to that group was somewhat of a given, perhaps, though he didn't doubt the possibility that at some point, they'd possibly be able to surpass the place. However, they were certainly persistent, with their network of savages and brutality. Colouredclan wasn't going to leech-off of their own culture, though; they didn't need to, even if people assumed that the mindless brutality of an anticlan corresponded with levels of activity. "That's all; dismissed." Nighttales would conclude, with a simple nod.


    / ooc note: this feels odd to slot in here, but it seems as if there have been some complaints towards ooc cliqueyness. i understand that you're all friends, and that's great! a strong sense of community between current members is important, but try to make sure that that community is still open to new people, and to people who don't often talk on the chat thread, and simply wish to pop in now and then! i don't want for anyone in the chat thread to be ignored - if you're talking there, then please try to refrain from going off into one-on-one conversations, and instead, try to acknowledge everyone that you can! otherwise, i don't want to have to end up locking the chat thread if there's another complaint regarding ooc cliques anytime soon. colouredclan's community is great, so make sure to remember to keep that community open to and inclusive of everyone, guys!


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    See, Cassius was a nosy guy. He listened to the announcements before picking his way through the crowd, actually walking up behind Nighttales and nudging them softly. “Wait, wait...what did uh...Princess do?" Princess was his nickname for Yuri. The ruddy red labrador was lingering there, waiting for Nighttales's response. He didn't offer a congratulations to anyone, mostly because he had this belief that no one gave a sh!t about randomly having people yell 'congrats' unless it was directed at them, personally. A cool idea, but Cassius didn't usually direct his attention to any one person in general.

    His cherry red gaze moved over the golden serval, though that gaze was hidden behind his shades, and he was poker faced as you'd expect from him. To be honest, he wasn't surprised Yuri f#cked something up, they seemed to be a bit pushier in nature. Of course, he helped save their life he...felt somewhat inclined to stay at least a little bit involved with their life, something Cassius didn't usually dream of doing.





    Instead of isolating himself he was actually sort of...looking out for a stranger, in a way.

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Oh, this was cool! Meetings were boring if Seafoam wasn't mentioned at least once, so obviously this shit was worth showing up to. Not as if he had much of a choice, with how he would've been hearing about this shit if he was on the other side of the territory with his stupid super senses, but a man could dream, and dream he did. "Fuck yeah! I'm an errand boy now!" he shouldn't be getting excited about being the guy that usually got coffee spilled over him at least every day at the office, but Seafoam's definition of "errand boy" was more like a prostitute with a little more pay, if anything. "I'm going to go get myself laaaaid."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Genesis had never attended a meeting before, and the concept fascinated him. The young hellhound kept his eyes trained on the leader, listening attentively to the meeting. Every word said only made him more curious. What was The Elite? Who was Yuri? Why did everyone have such nice names? Even after Nighttales finished speaking, Genesis continued to stare at him with great interest.


    /rusheddd



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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: broadway;]the male had simply wandered here when he had noticed it had been a meeting. honestly, he was really good at ending up in places he didn't exactly want to be. nonetheless, he supposed this wasn't all too bad, because now he knew how colouredclan stood. and hold up, did nighttales just say that yuri had caused an enemy, in ways anyways? but wasn't that the same guy who was trying to teach the clan manners? weird, perhaps they should learn proper lessons before they taught others, because causing an enemy didn't sound like manners to him, especially if it was through insulting the group. frowning slightly at the news of yet another enemy that could possibly bring harm to him, the kit would sit, facing no particular direction, and just stare out in thought, a clear look of worry on his face.





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    Patchy padded over, remaining silent as she took a seat and listened to what the leader had to say. The doll had nothing to say, so why bother speaking? She lowered her head and sighed, violet button eyes staring downward.
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    [sub] Greymatter listened through the announcements, noting that there were only a few demotions this week. A purr rumbled through her throat at the sound of her eldest being promoted to bodyguard.


    "Congratulations, Cottoncandykit," She said warmly as she aimed to lick him affectionately.


    She frowned at the mention of The Elites dropping them all the way to enemies. That seemed a bit drastic--probably spurned on by their dislike of Yuri. The ex-commander always talked bitterly about the Eliters and she was sure the feeling was mutual.


    "Congratulations to those who were promoted," She began rising, "I have a quick announcement: Riza is demoted from the medic team to a member."


    It's been almost a month since she last saw the ex-Doctor and it wasn't a light decision, but it had to be made. She couldn't have medics on the team who weren't actively helping out.






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  • [justify][size=6pt] the young male still stayed back. He listen to the words their leader and then left. He didn't want nor needed to stay. He didn't aim for high positions or groups with friends. Just him. With that in mind the young boy turned towards the beach.. Maybe chill out there.[/size][/justify]

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    It seemed as though there was some irritable notion in Nighttales' tone, but he didn't blame him. Screwing with politics intentionally or unintentionally was never good, and calling a comrade out specifically made Gideon feel a little surprised. That wasn't something that happened often, though it was clearly important enough to bring up. "Oye," the feline shrugged, rising from his previously seated position within his clanmates.




    A smile tugged at the edge of his lips as he turned his head to try and seek out Garlic, Ben, and C.C specifically first, proud of his little buddies promotions. "Congrats, ya buggers!" he would call out. It was best to stay positive despite Tobio and Diachi having their own issues, and the demotions. Other than that, he would throw an added "Like bloody hell you will," to Seafoam teasingly before beginning to depart.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Neptuneblue arrived shortly after Nighttales' call, a bored look on his face. He needed to be moving, something to occupy him, so he opted to fiddle with something in his paws, picking and playing with it. When he was listening to the announcements, he... Wasn't expecting to hear his own name, so when he did, the panther suddenly stopped, blinking his ocean blue eyes up at the leader. He hadn't expected to actually stick around long enough this time for a reunion, let alone a promotion. "Thanks, buddy. Congratulations, everyone except Seafoam," He was being a salty bitch and everyone knew it, but he didn't care. He wouldn't stop either way.


    At the news of his nephew's... outburst, Neptune rolled his eyes. It wasn't unexpected, considering the kid's fiery temper and history with the Elite. But now, The Elite wanted them as an enemy? They'd better pick their battles, or hope they had good allies, because the last time he'd been there they'd been on the brink of extinction.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:220px; margin-top:-20px][hr][hr][justify][sub]What was this? His third meeting? Fourth? Cottoncandykit was beginning to lose count as the whimsicalness surrounding the event began to drain away. That didn't mean that he didn't find clan meetings uninteresting, no, not at all. In fact, the boy rather enjoyed listening to all of the promotions: they always gave him secondhand happiness.


    C.C. sat attentively next to his mother, his rigid back a telltale sign that he was hanging on to every word that Nighttales was saying. Tobio had disappeared? Where had he gone? A small frown formed on his face. Hopefully the male would be able to find his way back to them soon. Eve, Yuuri, Nik: demoted. He nodded his head in understanding. It had been awhile since he'd seen the trio but, with any luck, they'd all be able to regain their positions.


    His frown dissipated as the conversation moved onto promotions, a much more happy topic. Euphemia, Garlic, Cottoncandykit, Ben- wait. Cottoncandykit? His eyes widened. He had been promoted? He was going to be a Bodyguard? [b]"Th-thank you, sir! Congratulations to everyone else too!" He tried to smother the proud smile blossoming on his face as his mother licked him. Bodyguard. It all felt too surreal. The boy made eye contact with Gideon and smiled, dipping his head in appreciation.


    [spoiler=tags, 11/03/16]general:
    cottoncandykit aeternum | male
    homosexual | no crush | single
    warder of colouredclan [shp] | greymatter x blindfold | five months
    no mentor | domestic feline


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


    powers:
    • eye color manipulation [uncontrollable]


    injuries:
    • "J" carved into left flank
    • Healing puncture wounds on spine
    • Underweight due to food deprivation
    • Wears a sweater to hide his body


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


    confrontation:
    • pathetically easy physically | mentally easy
    • clumsy — tries his best — not aggressive
    • attack in [color=lightpink]italic lightpink

    • can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler][/fancypost][align=center]
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]Oh, this kinda reminded him of Matt giving everyone stickers. That had always been the highlight of the month, and event Hough this wasn't nearly as fun as stickers it had the same feel. "Okay?" Fritz didn't really know what any of this meant. Oh well, he was a smart kid he'd figure it out.


    [spoiler=TAGS][size=8]" Like I come in two dimensions "
    · Is a child prostitute but has little to no sex drive, however is a pretty good actor to say the least
    · Is extremely sickly and is suspected to have an std
    · Select mute
    · Has PTSD and depression though tries to hide it


    " Like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind "
    · Fitzgerald | Fritz | male [he/him]
    · single | crushing on no one | pansexual
    · 5 months | mentally 2 years
    · prostitute of colouredclan | No mentor


    " Like what I happen to be wearing "
    · FENNEC FOX [birth] | health: 50%
    · Has a black nose and paw pads | white with prominent gold hues fur | completely black eyes
    · Small black wing stumps on back that seem to be growing | wears feminine accessories often
    · Has scarring around his wings | doesn't have claws due to them being pulled out | teeth are filed to a dull point
    · injuries: has an unknown std and because of his wings is in extreme pain a lot


    " The day that someone takes a picture "
    · Intelligent | Understanding | Gentle | Paternal | Curious | Hopeful
    · Stoic | Irritated | Depressed | Anxious | Pessimistic | Dense
    · Fritz is in general the kind of guy you see around but aren't really sure if you like. Sure, he's kinda nice, but he snaps at people a lot. Okay, he is really nice to kids and his really deep (or whatever), but he genuinely wants to stop having emotions. It takes a long, long time to even be considered someone who he would glance at, so it's less likely your gonna be his friend then say, get lashed out at. Hopefully someday he'll learn to take a chill pill and actually be normal.
    · all opinions are ic only


    " Is my new statement for all of womankind "
    · attack in #ffebef | physically easy | mentally difficult
    · No training | doesn't fight unless needed
    · pm for capture/torture | pm for plots/threads
    · peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed though not recommended

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    "Congra-" There was a small bought of coughing from Lionkit before he could finish his little shout out to his brother, but the tom flashed a smile to C.C. before moving a paw to his muzzle.




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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]Now they had a very large abundance of bodyguards. That was worrisome.


    Permafrost flicks his attention to the meeting, a soft, amused snort leaving him as he lay sprawled out where he was. "Understood." Called he, his eyes sticking to Nighttales like glue. This is where he missed the rank of Bodyguard Initiate, and Head Bodyguard - at least then the ranks were diversified while still remaining rewarding and of the same rank. It was very cluttering to have however many bodyguards they did have without some of them moving up in the world.


    [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, All free powers, master of elemental abilities][basic info][/abbr] [abbr=Main: Mutant Hippogriff Hybrid -- others include serval, 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.**][sup][♦]

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    [spoiler=info - updated 11/1][justify][sup]BASICS:
    Permafrost - Male ♂ - Heterosexual
    ColouredClan - Bodyguard - 43 Moons


    PREVIOUS ALIASES:
    ○ Halcyon, Boreas, Mort Blanche \ White Death


    APPEARANCE:
    ○ Mutated hippogriff with 15 eyes [ REF ]
    ○ Winged albino serval. [ REF ]
    ○ Massive western dragon. [ REF ]


    PHYSICAL HEALTH:
    [100%] No injuries.


    MENTAL HEALTH:
    [70%] Unstable.


    PREVIOUS RANKS:
    ○ ColouredClan Bodyguard (current.)
    ○ ColouredClan Warder
    ○ BloodClan 2nd Tier
    ○ ColouredClan Leader
    ○ SunClan Leader
    ○ SunClan Deputy
    ○ SunClan Silverblood


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ○ mate to - rapunzel \ raziel (mia)
    ○ mentor to - none.
    ○ father to - way too many.
    ○ best friends are - ...


    INTERACTION:
    ○ Physically Legendary
    ○ Mentally Legendary
    ○ Attack in BOLD CYAN
    ○ Can powerplay peaceful and non violent interactions.


    POWERS:
    ○ All known powers.
    ○ Elemental, can control all elements.
    ○ Illusionist
    ○ Seraphim


    OTHER:
    PLOTTING THREAD
    ○ Voice claim is ALGALON.
    ○ Face Claim is [size=6pt]MISHA COLLINS \ JENSEN ACKLES [/size]

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    A meeting! Tokyokit skipped over and took a set next to Lionkit, a smile on her face while she chewed her bread. "Congrats!!"


    Mobile ripp


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    A bodyguard? The male would look up from where he'd been sitting near the back, looking taken aback - a look that quickly turned to pleasantly surprised, a shy smile gracing his features. It was his second meeting, and the second time he had been promoted. It felt nice, and he would do what he could in his new rank - and he would make sure he understood all the duties. "Th-thank you! I-I'll d-do my best," he spoke up tentatively. "And c-con - congratulations to everyone else." He felt a little uncomfortable to hear his friend being demoted, but it was true that he hadn't really been around, something that had made him anxious. Yuuri had been kind to him, so he hoped he was okay, wherever he was. He was also somewhat glad to hear that Rick would just be treated as a normal member now.
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    Garlic Du Ciel |★|

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    Meeting,
    Get up, move, go legs move up go attend, meeting meeting attend go.
    One resignation, one vanishment. - move on garlic just focus on the words. Eve, baconboy and- nik. Demoted. okay okay that was fair. he hadn't been doing much. Promoted? Oh me and ben were still together! That was good, we were high positions now, instead of just semi high ones. That meant that if there were any high position only meetings we could go. That also meant that we could do more, and we had to do more. Responsibility! Glorious leader.. trusted me? Gideon congratulated me, tilting my head I smiled a little, "Thanks"
    Rick was good now, Yuri had been a fool and now the elite was a mild enemy. Everyone had been around nicely.
    "Noted, uh, thank you. I'll try and fulfill my purpose."





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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 120%; margin-top: -12px;]The majority of what was said was just gibberish to her. She didn't know many people here on a super personal level, and she was still working on being around more. However, she tuned it closely when Rick was brought up.


    "Hey, you, leader person," Tara called out. [color=#CCBBAA]"Can you tell me why the fuck Rick was a prisoner?"
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    [spoiler=Tags][sub][color=#CCBBAA]GENERAL:
    — Tara Chambler
    — Suga Arcanium x Scarletscream
    — 7 months old
    — Cisgender female | She/her
    — Homosexual homoromantic | Single
    — Member of SunClan and ColouredClan


    [color=#CCBBAA]PHYSICAL:
    — Dark brown tabby
    — Brown eyes
    — Wings with white tips
    — Wears necklace with small harmonica charm (reference)


    [color=#CCBBAA]HEALTH:
    — Physical: 100%
    — Mental: 100%


    [color=#CCBBAA]CONFRONTATION:
    — Physically easy
    — Mentally easy
    — Attack in [color=#CCBBAA]#CCBBAA

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Nighttales offered a light grin and a brisk nod towards those whom happened to offer gratitude for their promotions - they deserved it, after all; the promotions that he had given them had been something that they had all earned, and he had sought to acknowledge that effort. His heterochroamtic orbs shifted towards Tara, when she sported the question which had a fairly.. obvious answer, actually, though he saw no problem in momentarily elaborating. "He led the Exiles. He condoned the torture of my friends, and family, and of members of this clan, for a while. That was why I branded him as prisoner." Nighttales had never been planning on keeping him as such, for long - though there would always remain some consequence for past actions.


    / mobile


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"noted, congrats to those promoted, condolences to those demoted." ah, it was an eventful meeting this time around. she supposed that with added activity came added.. drama? yeah, she could call it that.
    /noted!