VIVE LA FRANCE && JOINING && OPEN

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]❥ — [size=10px]Ama was widely fascinated by the pure vibrance that the territory of this Clan oozed. It was rather fascinating to her, how vividly and stylistic everything was decorated. It was quite intricate- the way they made sure none of the colours clashed, and the way everything was designed to make the territory seem aesthetic and such, was fascinating and amazing to the femme. Gracefully, and swiftly, of course, the female padded up to the border, her long tail twitching slightly, giving her movement and life despite the fact she was sat still. Her violin, in its case, hung around her shoulders, hinting to some sort of musical background- and of course, to assume that would be correct; Ama played the violin, quite well, actually. "Bonjour." came the greeting from the French girl- she spoke English, except it was often broken and sometimes she couldn't even get the point she wanted to make across. "This is ColouredClan, non?"


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    Pixel hummed quietly, a smile on her muzzle. French? She remembered the news of them being taken over back in the '40s. Terrifying news on her part. Does this mean that they eventually reclaimed their territory? She supposed so. One of her penpals was french back as a human, so she knew the bare minimum of the language.


    The angel landed on the ground, smiling at the yellow feline. "Good morning!" she called. She hummed and nodded, "Yeah. Your in the right place." She chuckled, wings fluttering like a humming bird as she hopped back into the sky. "I'm Pixel Luane, temporary medic becasue our official one has gone missing. How can I help you?"
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    "bonjour," she would murmur, mimicking the female's french accent. french was a pretty easy language to learn, and thus mono wouldn't have a problem speaking with the other.
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    Now, Gideon never learned any french. He was british, and therefore only really dabbled in the lingo of that category. When he heard the greeting, he was quite uncertain of what it meant, but by the context of the situation it appeared as any other greeting would. A hello, of sorts. The peafowl scurried over, metallic feathers clanking against the terrain as he made his way over to his comrades. A personal note; he wasn't a fan of this new body, and therefore didn't appreciate the clanking at all.




    His dark brown eyes scanned over the instrument before looking over the actual guest. Maybe she and Nighttales could play some music together. "Hey."
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Oh, you play violin?" Nighttales found himself inquiring, drawing to a halt by Gid whilst retaining the exact same thought in mind. The serval certainly did enjoy playing the piano, after all, and violin medleys with pianist-accompaniments were always particularly impressive. There weren't many whom happened to be budding musicians in the clan, and he couldn't say that he had stumbled across an expansive amount of violinists, either. Therefore, he was quick to observe the instrument, tucked away within its case, and slung over the other's shoulder.


  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 120%; margin-top: -12px;]The violin was always a beautiful instrument - she'd always had way too clumsy of fingers to be able to play it, but it was nice to listen to. "Hey, dude," Tara greeted, standing beside Nighttales. [color=#CCBBAA]"You here to join?"
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]❥ — [size=10px]Oh, goodness! This was a lot of people, wasn't it? The leopardess' aquamarine optics widened slightly as she was greeted by so many individuals, and many different... English words. Ack, it took her a little while to work out what everyone was saying, but once it had processed in her mind, her expression noticeably brightened. "Ah, ç'est magifique! Ah, sorry to hearing about your medic disappear..." she attempted at reassurance, though it was quite silly, wasn't it? She hardly knew this person- some may be a little offended, but she hoped they wouldn't be. She didn't mean anything by it. "Ah, oui! Ooops, I mean, uhh... yes, yes, I are joining! My name is Amaryllis Marie Bellerose, but people call me Ama!" Most had just approached with a simple greeting to her, but one of them had asked about the instrument hung around her shoulders. "Oui, oui! I do playing the violin! Do you maybe play instrument?"


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