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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Saturday had rolled around and Nighttales was going to cut to it. There weren't a plethora of basic announcements to make, sure, but he had plenty of promotions and shifts and all of that stuff to get to. Therefore, the serval figured that, thanks to the fact that he had all of his notes assembled, he could go about making the announcements now. Night would draw to a halt in the center of camp, withdrawing a momentary breath before proceeding to address the clan. "Colouredclan, gather for a meeting!"


    Right, he'd best be on with it, no? Anyhow, when it came to demotions, he supposed that he didn't have nearly as many to announce. Some whom happened to be inactive had given him notices beforehand, which was fine, and he could certainly understand that people could either be rather busy, or gloriously free throughout this holiday season. Himself having been the former. "Firstly, Fruit and Athena are demoted to Members, whilst Garlic is demoted to Warder." He paused for a moment - though not for long. He'd comb through the grim rather quickly, before swiftly moving on.


    Onto promotions, anyway. "Damiano is promoted to Warder. Look at you, getting one-step closer to being able to throw a day all about yourself." The other had been a frequently appearing face, after all, and they did put a commendable effort in their presence. They were certainly ambitious, too, so hey: it looked as if they really were one step closer to becoming leader as they were so eager to reach. "Rick, Lucien, Vol, and Alfred, are promoted to Bodyguards." The four had been around for an ample amount of time now, and each seemed deserving of such a raise in position. One having joined and climbed ranks from the status of prisoner, Lucien and Vol having risen a while after their returns. Whilst Alfred had also been around for quite some time, and put plenty of effort in his frequencies, despite having puzzling actions at time, Night supposed. "Euph, you're promoted to Blackblood." The timid male was certainly someone whom Nighttales found familiar, and Euphemia had proven himself to be rather reliable through their frequency of ideas and contribution. And, at last: "And Gid, you may step up to become one of my Captains." Nighttales would resound with a hum. He happened to put an immense amount of trust in his comrade, and Gideon had stuck around for quite some time: returning even after recent death. Night knew that he could depend on his friend to be one of his second in command.


    And, onto what he knew very well to be one of the most prominent announcements of this week in particular. "If you didn't know, Greymatter resigned recently, therefore leaving the clan, temporarily, without a Doctor." It had been a rather harrowing situation, most certainly, but there were solutions to all complications. "Frightfur has requested to switch from Captain, to Doctor. Therefore, he will be in charge of the medical team. I have allowed him to continue to retain the responsibilities of his Captain-position, if he ever wishes to fulfill them again." Night paused, before proceeding with one another promotion that he had in mind. "Pixel, seeing as you sought to act as medical support with Grey gone, you may step up to Field Medic."


    Such happened to conclude the majority of the announcements, and it seemed as if the medical team was sorted and somewhat stable for the time-being. The serval would slip in one additional announcement, before concluding the meeting. "Alright, besides that, there's a choice awards going on currently, so if you're interested in that kind of thing, then make sure to vote." He'd add, with a light hum. "Activity stooped earlier during the week, but rose again substantially, so good job at keeping that up, even throughout the holidays."


    Finally, the serval would finalize the meeting with a brisk nod. "Anyhow, that's all for this week; dismissed."


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8] meetings never meant much to neo, and he slides in beside pixel at the call, not caring that she is nothing but a stranger to him. almost everyone is a stranger to him. "cool, cool," he murmurs absently throughout both promotions and demotions, not paying attention in the least bit.
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    For some, Saturday came quickly. For others, the week felt like a slug, inching ever so closer to its destination but not quite getting there on time. Gideon felt like it took years just to get to Saturday, and now next week could begin with shifted positions and a new set of weekly tasks, joiners and invitations to parties. He was just glad that it was finally the end of the week and he wasn't still, well, dead. However that had happened, he'd have next week to figure it out and return to The Rift with the news and such.




    "Condolences to those demoted." though he had grown used to the fact that some people had their days, and everyone would be demoted at one point or another. They'd probably climb the ranks again just as easily as they had before, so he neednt worry about that. Nighttales came quickly with the wave of promotions, as usual. Beginning with Damiano, to which he, too, chuckled at the remark. Damiano wasn't such a bad kid; he had good intentions Gideon was sure, but there were times where he was over the top, just a tad. Rick, Lucien, Vol, Alfred. Ah, good. He was glad that they were climbing the ranks like that, they certainly deserved it. It was hard to believe that Rick was a former prisoner, Lucien had moved to Shadowclan at one point, Vol had changed so much, and Alfred... well, Alfred was Alfred. Deserving all the same. Euph was, too. The little guy had grown on Gideon and it was nice to see him as a fellow Blackblood.




    Oh. Well, he supposed they wouldnt be Blackbloods together then. The peafowl's slitted brown eyes blinked for a moment, his head cocked to the side and his feathers fluffing up a bit. (Ugh, he hated his feathers.) "Sir?" he was surprised, caught off guard actually. He enjoyed his current position and had preferred for awhile to remain idle there, but who wouldn't accept a promotion like this? It was due to trust, and he assumed that they had that. It was a personal, mild celebration that he wouldn't share openly. "Gladly, mate."




    His feathers flattened while he continued to listen, making sense of the promotion considering Greymatter had resigned and Frightfur was taking her place. Interesting career path, but he couldn't judge much since he too had medicinal interests. And so Pixel would be promoted to field medic. "Congratulations to those promoted."










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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]"I hope you know I was already promoted to Bodyguard last meeting, Nighty." Mistakes were made, but that was alright. "Anyways, congrats to those promoted." The beast said with a flick of her tail, smiling.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]They would have meetings like this? Smack-dab in the open? The tiger didn't prefer large crows, so he sat down, but he could still hear it. Wow. Those were some odd rank names, but to each their own. "Congrats to those promoted. And condolences to demoted."
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    Tara appeared without a word, listening to what Nighttales had to say. She thought that the way he picked his high positions was odd, given that a lot of people who were higher than her she'd seen very little of. But, really, that wasn't her business. She simply nodded, looking around for Rick. He was the only one she cared to congratulate.
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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]A blackblood? He's more than a little surprised to hear his name attached to the rank. For a moment, he's nonplussed, burgundy eyes gazing fixedly at the leader as he runs through what he should say in response to this and comes up blank. "A - ah..." he stalls before resolving himself with a response. "Um, th - thank you...I - I promise I won't l - let you down," he tries with a somewhat nervous nod of his head as punctuation. He recognizes everyone else who was promoted, as well as all the demotions - he's especially sorry to hear that Fruit has been missing in action. "C - congratulations and, ah, condolences."
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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]This.. was all part of the healing process. Well, he hoped. He didn't know. Secretly, Rick knew he'd always be broken inside, always have those pieces that can't be put back on but he had to try for those he loved, here right now with him. So he had to participate in these kinds of things. Exhaling softly, the siberian tiger enters the meeting area with a cold look in his blue eyes, stub tail twitching as he attempts to locate Tara and once he does, he seats himself besides her, his metal prosthetics scathing past one another as he settles into stillness, watching Nighttales. He listens, being observant and attentive to the details given one. The demotions mean nothing to him considering the people listed out aren't anybody he's close to so he doesn't feel sympathetic. The promotion of Warder doesn't affect him either. But the next promotions certainly do.. because Rick's just been promoted to Bodyguard. He freezes for a moment, before drawing breath and exhaling again. He had to calm himself. Was this Nighttales showing a slight amount of trust or was this a power game? He couldn't tell anymore.


    Rick decides on saying nothing, just acknowledges the others with a glance.



  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]holy sh.t. it had been a long, busy week. even now curt was seeing unfamiliar faces. she felt a bit awkward about it, but she'd have to hold her own meet and greet or something along those lines just to meet them all. padding up to halt beside patchy, curt would listen in silence as nighttales read everything out.


    "condolences to those promoted." she was sad to hear of fruit's departure as she'd enjoyed the little snake's company. athena she didn't know, and garlic she was sure would show up again sooner or later, as most did. none particularly saddened her, but demotions were always as she'd found an awkward topic. promotions, however, were another story.


    there went damiano. she wasn't surprised as her little cousin had been everywhere lately. despite his attitude, the promotion was deserving, and she had to muffle a chuckle at night's little dig. the rest hadn't particularly surprise her either, and she agreed they were all deserving. there was one promotion, however, that didn't so much surprise her, but rather catch her off-guard. gideon was a captain now? but hadn't he.. no, he'd been a blackblood up until now. but it seemed weird. curt had already seen him as a captain, despite his rank. hell, the angora did more for the clan than she ever had. now she supposed she could put a title to the position. "congrats god, and congrats to those promoted!"


    as they gained another captain, the other chose to resign, it seemed. well, not really. even if fright didn't carry the title anymore, technically nothing had changed. it felt a little strange now that chess was gone and fright had technically stepped down. she'd grown used to change, but still something felt off for her. ah, she needed a bit of normality back in her life. "noted, night."


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    information [abbr=address with name in #9b2bad, lucidreverie x charcoal, no mate/crush, offspring (full list of offspring on bio): damiano muzikant] interaction[/abbr] [abbr=telepathy, ability to glow (eyes glow a bright light pick color when angry or when experiencing an intense emotion. he goes 'berserk' and into a fit of uncontrollable fury and rage or intensely tries to accomplish a goal/motive), manipulation of scents, invisibility, shape shifting, project and manipulate emotions, the sight, absorbing spirits to gain 9 lives (3/9), conjuration, teleportation, sound wave manipulation, super senses, elemental powers, telekinesis] powers [/abbr] other #fusionbtch ref


    [fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#9b2bad, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Yuri purred when he heard his son’s name called for promotion. He expected nothing less from his offspring and his first promotion in ColouredClan was a thing to celebrate. Yuri wanted his home to be loved by Damiano as much as he himself loved it. He wanted his son to serve ColouredClan just as he did and still does. ”Damiano! Bravo~ We shall have to celebrate it, my little warder,” he called to the young Muzikant.


    He then nodded at the other promotions. He did not offer any of the others the same big praise as he did not consider himself to be very close to the other creatures. They were his colleagues but not his close friends or family. He supposed the promotion itself was enough plus they probably deserved the increased rank if it was being given to them. He made note of the shifts.


    The final promotion was shocking to him actually. Greymatter was gone and Frightfur of all people was now the new head medic? They were all going to die! Yuri was anyway- if he ever got sick or injured again. He would have to try to not let that happen.. ”Frightfur?” He whispered. He looked to find the white mechanical serval. ”What a change!” He shouted to the annoying spirit.




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    [align=center][size=3][font=segoe ui light]another FRIGHT another SCREAM[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 0px solid black; border-left: 0px solid black; border-right: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid white; font-family: georgia; color: lightskyblue; margin-top: -11px; font-size: 11pt; width: 389px]▫ another broken, rotting dream ▫[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=9pt]


    He knew there'd be sh.t today. That's why he showed up late. Mr. Seraphim wasn't ready to take any dirty or self-assured looks and he wasn't ready to reply with his own blood boiling stares that left words hanging in people's throats while his own dripped forth, uncontrolled in his temper, like sweet, [i]sweet poison.


    Fright "Bullet" Seraphim dodged the demotions (never even hearing about his own daughter's fall from Bodyguard position). He also didn't make it in time for Damiano's pomotion, either. When the little servaline did show up, smiling as usual with blank, blank eyes, he sat near the back and asked (without words, but with a clear message) not to be bothered. His air radiated distant displeasure but his countenance was as bright as a one would imagine a child about to receive their first puppy (if not an eensy-bit calmer).


    He closed his eyes tiredly as he heard the lucky names of Rick, Alfred, Euphemia, Lucien and others be called by Nighttalws as being worthy of promotion. He almost nodded off as he missed his warm bed that he'd left to sit in for this meeting.


    As for the announcement that concerned him, he sighed, opened his eyes, and cast a look around with shameless eyes that stared pointedly back into all who looked at him. Sure, some probably thought he was a wuss for giving up or perhaps they were confused. The former gangster would rather cut his own ears off before he'd hear what they thought. Yep. He was in charge of everyone's health here and more and he'd do a good job at it. No more questions and no further concerns. Oh yeah, and Pixel could now help some, too.


    Yuri blatant staring in particular made him itch. Yea, sure, what a change. It was a big change and they all knew it. "Well? Isn't it? Don't get banged up, okie-dokie!" he replied with the most fake and sarcastic bat of his eyelashes. Perhaps it was right to fear, especially if you were someone the spirit hated...yet, he had to heal clanmates despite personal attitudes toward them or he'd lose his license. Still, that healing them was on thing, it never meant he had to be nice about it.


    He looked bitterly away from the butterflywinged Yuri and looked up to Nighttales and then to all those mentioned as moving up in the ranks.


    "Don't worry, Night! I ain't gonna ignore any responsibility, whether it be optional or not!" his voice was flawlessly bright,"And amazing job to those promoed or...ya know!" After speaking he stood and shook off as if he could shake away the cold. He prepared to leave and


    Nighttales couldn't have said 'dismissed' fast enough before the mechanical serval was gone to do whatever other shady business he had planned.


  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: linear-gradient(#7a96ea, #7a96ea, #a0b4f0); height: 100px; width: 400px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid white; text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: white;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; width: 400px; height: 18px; padding-top: 42px; padding-bottom: 42px; text-align: center; margin: auto;]DAMIANO MUZIKANT[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; border-left: 6px solid white; border-right: 6px solid white; padding: 7px; margin: auto; border-bottom: 2px solid white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 15px; background: linear-gradient(#a0b4f0, #a0b4f0, white); min-height: 100px; color: black]This was probably the first meeting the youth had actually arrived for. He hadn't bothered to come to the ones in the past, since he had always been late to them. Damiano wanted to look absolutely perfect for these, since he felt the need to look presentable to the clan. It wasn't as if he didn't look beautiful on a daily basis, but a meeting was an event that was important. He was the one that represented his father and the Muzikant family name. That left a lot of pressure on the child.


    As he arrived to the meeting he looked around for Yuri. None of these commoners were good enough to share a seat with, so he wanted to find his dear pappy as quickly as possible. But alas, he was too far for him to reach him. Many of the insolent commoners were blocking his way! Unfortunately, he had no choice but to seat himself in the back. How awful, this meeting better have been worth his time. He scowled as his rival appeared before them. "We meet again, Brightscales." he thought in a scornful tone. He seated himself beside some elder and ignored the looks the NPC that he had 'asked him out' gave him. Dami still refused to believe that the male held feelings for him.


    He yawned as he listened to the demotions. Fruit was demoted? Good riddance. It was about time that the commander finally got rid of that evil serpent. The turkish angora was more interested in the promotions he was about to announce. Flicking in ear, his mouth gaped at what the serval said next. Damiano is promoted to Warder. Damiano is promoted to Warder. Damiano is promoted to Warder. He didn't bother to listen to the other stuff Nighttales had said and was more focused on that one particular line. He was, indeed, one-step closer to becoming leader. This was his chance to rise up the ranks and prove everyone wrong. Today marked the day of a new beginning. He dramatically rose a forepaw to his well-groomed chest. "I, Damiano Muzikant, will gladly take upon the rank you have given me, Blightjails." He would definitely make Yuri and his clan proud.


    A genuine smile was brought to the narcissist's lips as he heard the wonderful voice of Yuri. "Oh thank you, father!" It was certainly a shame that he hadn't been there to congratulate his father in the past meetings. He would have never forgiven himself for that. To make up for it, Damiano vowed to arrive earlier to the meetings held in the future. And to his surprise, some of the clanmates he knew were also promoted alongside him. Though, out of the eight names that were mentioned, he only cared about three of them; Alfred, Euphemia, and Gideon. They were the few that he actually respected in this clan of barbaric imbeciles.
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    [spoiler=♢ — updated 11/14][size=7pt]general. [biography] [thread hub]
    ♢ damiano muzikant sixx puppeteer norwood | dami [dah-me] | cismale
    ♢ 8 months | 8 months mentally/spiritually | ages real time
    ♢ bisexual autoromantic | he/him pronouns
    ♢ colouredclan apprentice | no titles


    important facts/events.
    ♢ hates getting dirty
    ♢ goes crazy without his mirror
    ♢ has athazagoraphobia
    ♢ loosely based off of seiya kanie, yū otosaka, & karamatsu
    ♢ recently became interested in painting


    physical. [reference]
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 100%
    — ivory turkish angora with a pair of intense, fuchsia eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well built. he is a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of crimson red butterfly wings.
    ♢ wears a golden crown adorned with a single red ruby
    ♢ carries a burgundy satchel holding his hand mirror
    [injuries] n/a


    relationships. [heart chart]
    ♢ single | crushing on himself
    ♢ ½ of ______
    ♢ yuri muzikant x npc
    ♢ mentor: yuri muzikant


    personality.
    ♢ narcissistic | sarcastic | childish | pompous | stubborn
    ♢ blunt | rigorous | insensitive | ambitious | competitive
    ♢ impatient | pessimistic | dramatic | insecure | neat | dense
    ♢ envious | selfish | emotional | prideful | devoted | overconfident


    powers.
    ♢ conjuration [discovered]
    ♢ teleportation [discovered]
    ♢ shapeshifting [undiscovered]


    interaction/confrontation.
    ♢ closed to capture, torture, and death
    ♢ easy mentally | medium physically
    ♢ attack in bold #7a96ea or risk being ignored
    ♢ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions

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    He just got promoted...again. Sweet. F#cking sweet. Maybe he could crawl up the ranks again, to a more...powerful position. What? So he had some ambition hiding under the rest of his strange personality. So what? At least he'd be out doing something rather than sitting around and whining about god knows what. And he had a nostalgic fondness for promotions.


    [color=#FCDC3B]"Thanks, Nighty. Nightlight. Night my man." Okay he was done. Honestly he could keep going, but he didn't. He didn't need the odd looks. [color=#FCDC3B]"Officially in charge of some sons of b!tches." He muttered under his breath with a sh!t eating grin, glancing at an npc who looked at him with a disapproving look. He rolled his eyes and forced out a quiet apology and headed out, really not finding reason to stay.

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana;]Oh damn, he was late! He usually wasn't late but being in two clans at once was actually pretty hard to keep up with, he realized as he scrambled into camp just in time to hear Nighttales announce the promotions. He stumbled up next to Gideon and flopped himself down beside his friend, a big but tired grin spreading across his features as he wrapped his tail around himself and angled his cream tipped audits forward to listen to their serval leader. Oh! Oh! He looked over at Gideon, practically squealing with delight when he had heard the other's name. He had been promoted to Captain, to Captain! He went to hug the feline. "I knew you'd make it up there, Gid!" He chimed, tail lashing behind him now before he released the newly appointed Captain and turned his head to listen to the rest of Nighttales' announcements. A lot of the names he actually knew were being called for promotions... It was great! "Congratulations everyone, good job!" He called, clapping his paws together as he nodded. And Frightfur switched to becoming a head medic for a while? Huh. He had nothing against Frightfur, so Shōyō couldn't complain much about that. He nodded his head.


    While he paid attention to the rest of the announcements, he swayed back and forth and nodded his head as Night went on. "Hm hm! Noted, Night-sama~!"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: #b3ffe6; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.20; text-transform: lowercase;]+++ "congrats to all." ephemeral commented, padding into the meeting with a small smile.