[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]It was five foot tall, flat package. He had it ordered, crafted by the finest artisans, and delivered here. He had never touched it once in transactions.
Now let's see how hard he could push those buttons of his.
"Lord Vader," he announced, standing outside the lion's cabin. "Come here, I have a gift for you." This couldn't be good.
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HANGING UP THE MONA LISA [o, BEING AN ASSHOLE]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸old guy in a clock? that sent off all sorts of red flags in the hunters book but when was he to ever heed those on his own? "it's a bit early to be exchanging gifts, kris kringle," snorts the dog as he trots over to see what was in the rather large package. as wary as dean was, he wanted to see where this was going and just how badly this master-apprentice sh*t was going to go. these two guys were straight out of one of the biggest franchises and dean was ready to pull up a front seat and see how this played out. he didn't have tv here, the unscripted impromptu would have to work. besides, dean had seen the movies as a kid when they aired on the crappy motel channels or gone to see them when one through three were released. not that dean would ever say it out loud. for all he knew that would mess up some time-space continuum. finding himself in the place of his apparent actor in another universe had been a trip in itself, dean didn't need to see how these two would react hearing it from someone who ran around ganking monsters and making all sorts of 'fun' friends.
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Negan had been silently lounging around with Lucille when his ear swiveled in the direction of the gift announcement. He didint actually know what the deal was with this Emporer guy, but if Vader was involved he wasint at all interested. He didint want anything to do with Vader currently, not unless it meant him settling business with him and getting him to shut up about him. But he happened to be sitting nearby and, much like Dean, he was bored and wanted something to watch.
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mystery package? well here he was, curious hershel peeked over, what was in that package? he was willing to stay and watch, waiting to find out because he knew it would bother him not knowing, tilting his head he waited
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[fancypost bgcolor= #592659; border:double 6px #e699e6; height=200px; width: 455px; border-radius: 6px;][fancypost bgcolor= #ffe6ff; border:double 3px #df9fdf; overflow: auto; width: 210px; height: 248px; margin-top: 7px;]As a master detective, Mina had deemed both of these guys suspicious. Then again, everyone was "suspicious" when she was bored and needed to piece together a new conspiracy to occupy herself. Besides, she was inquisitive as to what was in that package. Slinking up beside Hershel, she crouched down and settled with one spot, watching closely.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor= #ffe6ff; border:double 3px #df9fdf; overflow: auto; width: 148px; height: 248px; margin-top: 7px; margin-left: 15px;]Basics:
❂ Aurumina Vindicate
❂ 5 Months
❂ Female
❂ Pansexual
Allegiance:
❂ Windclan member
❂ No former allegiances
Relationship Info:
❂ No significant other
❂ No best friend
❂ No enemies
❂ No mentor
Appearance:
❂ Female Wolverine || Healthy 100%
❂ Coarse charcoal fur with white and red markings
❂ Lanky and long legged for her species, but still compact
❂ Rich lavender blood, saliva, and tears
❂ Wears a large lavender bandanna that reads "GUILLOTINE"
Personality:
❂ Cheerfully morbid
❂ Demands everything be fair
❂ An eye for an eye
❂ Known to find loopholes
❂ Compulsive gambler
❂ Killer poker face
❂ Frustratingly stubborn
❂ Jumps to conclusions
❂ Follows her own rules
❂ Obnoxious
❂ Killer detective
❂ Dangerously obsessive
❂ Agnostic
❂ Loves candy
❂ Purple
Interaction:
❂ Attack in bold purple, bold black, or bold white
❂ Very difficult mentally
❂ Moderate to difficult physically
❂ Spirit Absorption (0) | Pelt Manipulation | Lavender Blood | Teleportation | Seeing Spirits | Undiscovered Telepathy | Undiscovered Shapeshifting
❂ Natural Aging
❂ Birthday (January 5th)[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:120px; height:auto; color:#000; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:100%; margin-left:-14px;][b][i]help i'm alive my heart keeps beating like a hammer hard to be soft tough to be tender
[align=center][size=25px][color=#BBBBB9][color=#BBBBB9]★ [abbr=FN-2187 "finn". member of windclan and blizzardclan. no powers. australian shepherd. 12 months. medium physically, easy mentally. resistance fighter. looking for poe and rey.]★[/abbr][/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:240px; height:220px; overflow:hidden; padding:5px; margin-top:10px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:240px; height:220px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:240px; min-height:220px; padding:0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11.5px; color: #000; line-height: 10px; font-family:arial narrow;]Finn knew firsthand that The Emperor was a bad dude. As far as Finn had been taught, he was the reason the First Order had come to be, to some extent, but he'd probably been fed lies on that, too. The canine was wary as he padded over, seating himself a safe distance away from the duo. The pain in his side reminded him that if he were to speak out against whatever would happen here, he was in no condition to fight.
Then again, seeing these guys struggle was a bit of a pleasure for the Resistance member. Whoops.
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Oh this couldn't be good. The little three moon old inched up to the group, belly close to the ground as she weaved her way through the small group and came to a halt beside Negan. Her pointed ears were plastered tightly against her head, and Victorianpup kept her golden optics on the old leopard, though she did glance around for Vader.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #adb9c6; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase]Skipping over, she plopped down and tilted her head. Gifts sounded fun! Maybe she could go out 'shopping ' later.
thinking - speaking
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And he had just gotten to sit down. Vader wanted to bang his head on the wall of his hyperbaric box, and knew his Master had probably waited for the most inconvenient moment. Vader lowered his mask and helmet back onto his face, heaving his shoulders. This, in mundane terms, sucked.
Once a slave to Watto, then to the Jedi Order, then had believed he had killed the Emperor and that made him a free lion. A proud, mighty lion- but it was still a lie he told himself to sleep easier. For his was still a slave to his armor, to his respirator, to his legs; but now it had come full circle and the Emperor had him on a short leash. Maybe one of those retractable ones- and the Emperor pushed the button when he got too far, choking Vader and dragging him back.
Lions, did not belong on a leash.
Vader would climb back out of his box, stretch, and look towards the door. Couldn't this wait? He asked himself, reaching out his hand, and summoning his cape to him, tying it on and rising to his four legs. No, the Emperor is impatient.
Vader would walk out of his cabin door, staring at the Emperor, gaze briefly landing on the box, them back to him. "....What is that?" He asked, coming down the steps, and lowering himself down to get better look. (Liar. He was half bowing.)
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(Read Emperor's part before this!)
He stared at the package, head turned toward it, but his gaze constantly shifting from the box to the Emperor. He didn't like this- the Emperor did not show such kindness, not without screwing them over or with a reason. "...Why?" He would ask, face turning to his master, wanting some kind of answer.
....Motivation? His face turned back to the package, watching the Emperor take a few steps away, putting the package between them. Vader felt unsafe. He pulled the knife from his belt, finding the lid, and cutting through the tape. His mask remained directed on his master, but his gaze stayed on the package watching himself as he opened it. Vader's hand raised, using the Force to slide the item out.
A canvas? The back of one, anyway. He seemed to have opened it upside down. He slid it out the rest of the canvas, letting his mask turn towards it, and slowly raised it up, then turned it over. Vader's eyes widened at the image, and drew his hand back, recoiling and standing up, backing away and nearly tripping over his cape. His eyes focus snapped onto the image. He knew who it was. The Emperor knew who it was. Cherviltea might know who it was, but the others might have been unaware.
Vader stared at the portrait of Padme Amidala, in all her majesty and glory. It was a bust- she was wearing her jewelry and the gold necklace perfectly contrasted her fur, the face paint and makeup brought out her eyes. And the canvas was huge- it would nearly stretch from the top to the bottom on his cabin. Her features would brought out and emphasized- the eyes, telling you, It's okay. I'm here. And now the Emperor would want him to wake up every morning and look at it. Look upon the face of his wife and beg for forgiveness, promising he'd come back.
Vader ripped off his cape and threw it over the painting, blanketing it and hiding it from view. He stood up straight, snapping his head to his master, and began to rise on his hind legs- ready to lash out and object- No. No, he couldn't. The Emperor would attack him for incompetence. "Why did you give this to me?" He hissed, trying to hide the strain and the hate in his tone.
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His head turned back to the cabin, letting this mull over, taking notes of Vader's cabin. The boarded up windows, the warning signs... Vader wanted them out, didn't he?
What was his apprentice hiding?
Vader had been a cultivated apprentice, someone the Emperor watched grow, and waited for him to break, so he could pull him aside and put the pieces back together again. His head tilts upward, staring at the lion, waiting expectantly. Here, boy! He watched the lion come down the steps, Good, now roll over! Followed by the lion dipping his head to his master. No, not like that, you're four feet taller than me. Get down here. The thoughts, kept to himself, but spoken with his eyes. He watched Vader slowly lower to the ground, sitting down, and getting on his elbows. "This, is for you, old friend," The emperor said, gesturing to the package.
"I believe you need some, motivation, old friend."
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well the scary guy had a name now at least but he didnt even really think too much about it as the tension slowly grew and grew and jabbed at his anxiety, he eyed the painting, who was that and why did it have the effect it did?
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The painting was oddly captivating. The little wolf pup glanced between Vader and the Emperor, finally tearing her gaze away from the painting as the armored beast angrily covered it with his cape. "Vader?" called out Victorianpup tentatively as she took a hesitant step forward, not exactly wanting to see him get electrocuted once again.
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Vin had decided to simply watch from the sidelines as the scene unfolded, he took in the leopard's name. Irluuk, it was an interesting name to say the least, but it was good to have a name for the old sith. He silently watched as Vader came out and opened the gift. It was beautiful, the one in the picture seemed familiar, but he couldn't give her a name. It seemed that the portrait caused a great deal of emotion to erupt from the cyborg lion. He seemed to be ready to explode and take out this emotion on his master, but he didn't. It was wise to not strike out at him currently, but he still didn't understand why he followed him.
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joker didnt care what happened to anyone here. anyone but his harley. making his way over, the brute stood beside the female. eyes on her and tail tip twitching.
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Well this was intense, and then it was dark, as in he had a cape over him, stumbling around he tried to shake it off but just ended up falling flat on his face, " ow... "
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[font=courier]I AM ONE WITH THE FORCE. THE FORCE IS WITH ME.
[align=center][hr][hr][color=black][font=georgia][shadow=white,left]R E Y[/shadow] [color=yellow] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:230px; height: 240px; overflow: auto][justify][color=black][font=georgia][size=7pt]Rey recognised the painting immediately. Padme Amidala. One of her many role models. Something like pride swelled inside her, but with it came pity for Vader. She'd heard the stories about them back on Jakku - when she had been younger, some of the people had taken pity on her and tried to raise her. Well, that worked out just fine - they were either sold on or killed. The feeling soon turned into dread as she felt the dark force flowing from the Emperor, and she attempted to back out, hitting a wall. Her staff clanged against it loudly, and she winced. [/fancypost][hr][hr][COLOR=BLACK][FONT=COURIER]I AM ONE WITH THE FORCE. THE FORCE IS WITH ME.[align=center]
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general:
rey | f | heterosexual
darkclan | officer | 18 moons - ages on 20rdphysical:
☆ small red coywolf with orange eyes, carries a staff
☆ voice claim is daisy ridleyinjuries & scars:
☆ a few small ones from various accidents and scrapsmental health:
☆ stable atmpersonality:
☆ intelligent, feisty, opinionated, confident, respectfulrelationships:
☆ single; crushing on no one.
☆ first genother:
☆ playlist
☆ hard mentally and physically
☆ telekinesis and telepathy