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    Now, she had a normal non-alcoholic grape juice box and a Santa hat some NPCs put on her head. Hopefully, it was festive enough. "Who wants to hear a story?" she called, her brown optics scanning the base for signs of anyone.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#7c6dc8][font=baskerville] HE'S glad to see that Oprah's going on with the task North gave her, although the turnout isn't...Quite what he had hoped it would be. "There aren't as many kids around anymore. What were you expecting?" He bites his cheek, worrying it between his teeth. Where did Nukakit go? It seems like they're missing so many people from when he was first here. They all just disappeared. The serval pulls himself away from those thoughts to smile at Oprah, limping closer and sitting before his fellow DarkClanner.
    "Which one will you be reading?"
    [align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/18][justify][color=#7c6dc8][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
    - Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
    - 3 ½ years old
    - Corporal of DarkClan
    - Ex Mercenary
    - Twin brother to South (Mariya)
    - Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily
    - Based off of Agent North Dakota from RvB


    PHYSICAL:
    - Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
    - Very pale blue eyes
    - Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
    - Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
    INJURIES
    - Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound (healing)


    PERSONALITY:
    - Tolerant, accepting, a team-player
    - Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
    - Friendly though sometimes awkward
    - Passive-aggressive temper, can carry grudges for a while
    - Very calm and cool-headed
    - Tends to act like an older brother


    BATTLE:
    - Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
    - Difficulty varies
    - Cautious fighter but not unskilled

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    Well, Kate couldint pass up on a good story. And she was awful curious to hear what Oprah had to share with them. She sort of hoped it was a Christmas related story. As cliché as it was, she wanted to get into the holiday spirit. The reindeer clumsily came forward and plopped herself down beside North, waiting to hear the story with an eager smile.
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    info — updated 12/23

    info — updated 12/23

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    WAS WELL WORTH THE BURNING OF MINE[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ruth didn't bother answering, figuring that sitting next to Kate and looking Oprah excitedly in the eyes was a clear enough response to the call. The massive feline tucked her sweeping tail neatly around her front paws, back straightened as she intently listened to the story the Darkclanner had yet to begin telling.



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    Clearing her throat and conjuring up an apple juice box, she began. "All right. So every year, Santa visits Odd Squad--a government agency that solves odd things where I used to lead--to collect odd toys for kids that are on their wish lists, like a spaghetti bike or a balloon chair. One year, he visited again. My two Best Agents, Olive and Otto, helped him with the delivering lf the presents. They went to the North Pole, and met all of Santa's reindeer--even one of his elves, Lloyd!


    "But all hell broke loose when Santa dropped the Shrink-inator gadget, a tiny lil' thing that has the power to shrink anyone and anything. It shrunk Santa's reindeer, and they flew off and out the window, scattering all over the world. Meanwhile, I was forced to be nice to get off the naughty list...but that's another story, not important.


    "So eventually, Olive, Otto, Santa Claus and Lloyd were able to catch all the reindeer...except one. Rudolph was coming in for a landing, and quickly! So Agent Olive, using the baseball mitt she had opened early for Christmas, caught him successfully.


    "You guys listening? I'm almost done, don't worry. It's getting good." Ooh, it excited her every time she told this story. It brought back fond memories.[/fancypost]

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