A PINK BUTTERFLY STUCK ON A MARSHMALLOW && OPEN + JOINING

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]ROUGH SEAS WILL BE CALM[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Glassy had heard good things about this place, from many. She needed a place to do her research effectively and she figured a subdued yet lively and mysterious place like this would be the perfect place to carry out her investigations, experiments and theorising. Glasspetals was quite the sight- she was a rather slender ash-grey lupine; yet what little colour she had in her fur was redeemed by the glitter that was scattered across her form, making her shimmer in the sun, and her violet optics were certainly something which was not seen too often. Perhaps, strange-coloured eyes were the norm, around here? She could hope. The yellow x-shaped clip that was attached to the side of her ear made the femme all the more noticeable. Admittedly, Glassy looked a little fatigued, but still stood patiently at the border, furrowing her metaphorical brows, and scanning her gaze across the territory. "Ah... Bonjour?" called out the French lupine, inhaling deeply. "This is HawkClan, non? I is looking to join, ç'est d'accord?"


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    Colin had been tracing his way back to his cottage, a home much different then everyone else's tree houses. He lived on the ground floor, he felt safer there for some reason. Maybe because it was easier to get around with a recovering leg? Probably. Shaking off whatever pain of the morning he had, the feline blinked his icy blue eyes while scanning the path he was walking. It was somewhat quiet, only the sound of the breeze and the soft ching of wind-chimes. That seemed to be reason why the french voice stood out, the male jerking his head up in surprise. Nobody here spook french, not that he knew, but he did. Eleven languages and counting, he knew basics of most of them.


    Scent brushed up against his path, paws turning towards it's own trail. This was his job, meeting new members, and he found it quite hard now- however this voice seemed to calm him a bit. Perhaps because it was french and different speaking others made him feel safe, he didn't know why but it did. Only a few moments passed before the white male departed from the bushes to the border where the lupine stood. "Ah! Bonjour, je suis Colin. C'est Hawkclan, bienvenue," his voice was a bit slow, trying to remember the correct words for everything. He wasn't the best in French, but he spoke enough to understand. "Quel est votre nom?" that came out smoother, he knew most of the basic phrases and greetings, hopefully he didn't mess up.



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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]ROUGH SEAS WILL BE CALM[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]"Ah, vous parlez Français? Magnifique!" she chimed, her violet optics sparkling. In all her travels, the ash-grey wolf had never come across someone who spoke such good French- it was quite refreshing, actually, though he spoke a little slowly so she assumed he was not genuinely French, so for the most part she decided to still speak her... flawed English. "Ah, my name is Glasspetals but Colin can use the nickname I give, oui! Glassy, is what Colin can call me." she chirped, a smile gracing her pointed maw. "Ah! Um, does Colin see paranormal activity within this place? Or perhaps flat-faces? They are my researching, I is very fascinated by them."


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]The young boy approached next, tilting his head and furrowing his brows as he listened to what they were saying. He didn't understand anything but English - in fact, he hadn't known until now that there were any other languages! "H- Hi! I'm Alphab- betcub... Wh- Why do your w- words sound like t- that?" the Brave inquired.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:440px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:130%][justify][size=9pt][font=constantia]After Alphabetcub came Shining. English was his main language, or at least the only one he could both understand and speak. What other languages or tongue did the tom know? Well, definitely not French. "She's probably speaking another language," the Shaman informed as he arrived, standing beside Alphabetcub. She definitely held a foreign accent, which reminded him of O'Fraiser's. Glasspetals had spoken about paranormal activity, and something she called "flat-faces." Shining remained silent, as the question was directed towards Colin (and the fact that Colin could speak French as well surprised the male).[/justify]


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]ROUGH SEAS WILL BE CALM[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]A child approached, next, and Glassy decorated her maw with another bright smile, despite the fact she looked rather tired. Glasspetals stayed up late, all the time, researching, so it was no surprise that she was always fatigued. "Oh, bonjour, Alphabetcub! My-" she began, but heard Shininglight take the words right out of her mouth and pivoted toward him, letting yet another smile curve her lips. "Oui, oui! I speak French, because I is from the France. Could Alphabetcub and mystery wing cat tell me if there is any flat-faces or the conspiracies around this place? I is researching them, as I say to Colin." she chirped, her voice filled with vivace, as usual.


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    Colin, for once in quite a while now, returned a genuine smile as he watched the femme light up upon him speaking in French. He made someone happy, that made him feel good. Tickling at his heart a bit, the tom flicked an ear in response as he listened to her try out more English. It was flawed but he understood it well. Glassy.. That's a nice name, his thoughts babbled a bit, eyes sticking on the joiner. "Well then, hello Glassy," it was a bit of a giggle, how we spoke, but he found it habit when he spoke with a smile.


    Flat-faces? Paranormal activity? No, the feline didn't know much of that nor seen any. Well- "No, I don't believe so expect for one thing. Caroline, a mage so to say, disappeared and apparently left some writing that someone named Dean is looking for," that was all he knew, it wasn't much but it was a bit sketchy.



    // rushed + late. Apologies!



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    To say that he has never heard french before would probably amaze those around him. There were plenty of different languages that everyone could end up speaking since there were so many out there. His fluent language that he spoke was Japanese, which he spoke a lot better than English which was probably apparent over the accent that was always apparent in the way that he spoke. Ichigo couldn't help it though, and he often times missed those that were capable of understanding this language other than his sister of course. Blinking his dark brown optics he could hear plenty of voices coming from the border, and decided to see what was going on. He stopped next to Shining as he looked at the wolf that was on the border. A confused look would spread across the Hawkclan leader's face though at the mention of flat-faces. What were they? Some kind of spirit or a different kind of species? Ichigo sat himself down and tried to make it seem like he understand everything that they were saying. The one thing that the over sized cougar was used to though was the factor that wolves never really seemed to like him all that much. He didn't know why, but he never did anything to anger lupines, but they always seemed to hate him for some reason. A reason he couldn't explain really. "Well if you know Japanese then that would certainly be a feat. Sadly though I don't really know... what uhh flat-faces are. Care to explain what they are and we might be able to help you. Oh yeah, I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. Nice to meet you." The Hawkclan leader said as he offered the other a slightly nervous grin from his maw toward her. [/fancypost][/fancypost]