ghibli - open , joining

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    "Hello. I'm Hypophrenia and I wanted to join, if that's alright." A crooked smile was worn on her fuzzy face as she slowed her flippers and plopped the main section of her body onto the ground. It was a lot of work dragging herself and her blubber to the border and she would have liked a treat but all she got was a pine cone to the head from a less than happy tree whose branch overshadowed her. The world worked in mysterious ways for her.
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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]Radicalclan seemed dominated by cats and dogs, and Tinsel had gotten used to being the odd man out. So naturally, when a young seal plopped herself on the border, it had caught the equine's attention. "Welcome," she stated with a faint smile as she trotted over. Tinsel wasn't one for drawn-out conversations, or talking much in general, so she liked to keep her words to a minimum. "I'm Tinsel. You?"



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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 428px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 7pt]"shit fam, i haven't seen a seal wandering around here, ever, what are you doing so far away from the ocean? don't you need the sea or something?" alright, so probably not the best way to start their conversation but you know what, connie was trying okay. the vixen moved closer to both tinsel and the newcommer, her brown eyes mostly going over the oddity that was to be one of their newest members. she seemed nice enough, thank god, maybe she was level headed and could help connie keep the other girls around here in check... god knows it was like a bigass pms here every damn day. i mean, she loved these girls but jesus fuck they all acted like males were going to ruin the universe and they just needed to chill out a bit. she'd probably never say it to their face, or she would, she wasn't sure as sometimes her mouth had a mind of its own and things came out that she couldn't control. yeah, it was sort of a problem. "oh, yeah, the name's constantine or connie and dittoing tinsel, what's your name hon?"
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 9pt]Much like Constantine, Piper too had thought that seals required the sea. Hm, perhaps they did just fine on land. The lynx loved to see new joiners come along, especially after they had just revived RadicalClan. It was nice to know that some had a desired to join, so long as they weren't scum. "Welcome to RadicalClan, darling. I'm Piper Scoppio, the Deputy here. If you ever need anything, you can always find me." She kindly introduced herself, though also wanted to hear the newcomer speak of her own name.


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    What a pretty coat she had! She hoped they would come to be joined at the hip, whatever that meant. She had heard the saying and liked it which her opinion on the other followed suit. The chocolate dots that covered the horse's back were cute as well. She appeared as one of those nicely painted little ponies that paraded around the carousel minus the fact that she was, in fact, a horse. "Thanks very much. I'm Hypophernia and I'm glad to meet you, Tinsel." Her voice lacked in amplification as courage was not her strong point. She did, however, keep up her jolly expression and smile enough to show she planned to be true to her words.


    Fam...Family? Were they a family? That was a nice idea; that everyone had each other's back and supported one another here. She made the right decision when she approached this place. "Any water'll do, I guess and as long as I'm cold I think I'll be A-OK. How 'bout yourself? You look like you need the cold, too." The pure white gave it away. The color was normal on an equine or a dog or a cat but foxes tended to have a different situation altogether concerning what shade they sported. They needed to blend in, from what she had gathered. That reminded her, this lady's fur was lovely too. Layers of gray blended near her gleaming hunter's eyes and around the standing ears fell into a shadowy color. Very, very breath-taking. Noticing she was staring too much, the girl let her gaze switch over the lady's eyes and stay there. That was better, Hypo concluded. "It's a pleasure, Miss Connie. As I mentioned, I'm Hypophernia. Hypo's fine though I don't know if I'm a fan of being called Hy." She cracked an itty bitty smile there.


    When the lynx approached, she reminded herself to stop staring and to- instead- make eye contact with the lady. It wasn't any trouble and was far more respectful than scrutinizing the hecky out of her. Hecky, ha, she liked that. If she made any friends she would use it around them. "Hi, Miss Scorpio. Will do, thank you! Oh, that rhymed." Whoops, that last bit slipped in and then she sort of let an apologetic frown cross her face. That had been an awkward thing to say.


    "Uh, I better get going. Gotta acquaint myself with the land, y'know?" There she went again! "I'll see you guys around. Thanks so much for coming to welcome me!" She began to waddle off but tripped on a flipper only to be covered in dirt. Goodness gracious. She pulled herself up and continued on, refusing to stop and wipe the soil away in fear that she would do something else that embarrassed her or harmed her in anyway. She knew one or the other would have happened. It always did.
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