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  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:1.5]#8F75C3 for speaking
    [ victorianpup isn't technically in the cartel as she already left the mission team, so maybe wait to post until at least one Windclanner posts first ]


    Given her complete lack of experience in fighting aside from the instinctive struggle to push away attackers, the young Operations Advisor had left the Search and Rescue team a few miles back despite the angry screaming in her heart. It didn't feel right but she didn't want to be a liability. Windclan was her for one reason, one reason only: to get their missing clanmates home.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea was rather glad, and perhaps proud of the fact that Victorianpup could bring herself to go against the enraged beckoning of her emotions, for the sake of her own safety, and that she had taken into account the problems that would occur, if she were plunged into battle at an early age. Such was why he was sure that he could trust her with the job. Though, such also meant that they would certainly have to get their comrades back, from the Cartel. The collie would weave by the borderline, a grimace contorting his countenance as the Cartel's acrid stench consumed the senses of those who traversed their territory.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]A WindClanner on their own? Strange. He didn't think that they could process anything but war and bloodlust in their minds, yet... they wouldn't be so pathetic as to contradict themselves and go on a one man raid would they? Well, thinking about it, they probably would, but eh, that was besides the point, his sheer hatred for them wasn't worth bringing up whilst he was hobbling about. "Here for a peace treaty my man? Let's talk terms," he grinned as he limped over, seeing calmness as defeat and solitary confinement as a nice gesture.


    / mobileeeeee
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    THEN A MIRROR SPEAKS, THE REFLECTION LIES

    YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW ME ONLY YOU CAN SET ME FREE

    4 YEARS -- EX-LEADER [2X] -- TAGS

  • [size=20pt]DEATHSTROKE

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    "I Am The Reason You
    Can't Sleep At Night"

    [align=center][font=gabriola]"Nothing Quite Like The Smell
    Of Misery In The Morning

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    "Oooo... it's WindClan, I'm so scared! Ha!"
    Deathstroke's mocking tone would rise up as he prowled over and drew up alongside Feliks, a confident glow in his single eye. WindClan was a complete joke in his opinion. Then again he didn't view any group out there very highly. Conjuring up his broadsword he prepared for battle.


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    D E A T H S T R O K E
    Slade - Joseph Wilson - The Terminator - Masamune
    Male - One Eyed Assassin - Full Time Badass
    Suffering from severe amnesia

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    The crippled coyote wasn't too far behind his clanmates he hated confrontation but yet he held his head uo high and carried a scowl on his features. He didn't like the fact that he would probably have to fight to save Henry, to save Hawke, but if that was what had to he done the conscientious objector would resort to anything if it meant Henry would be free of harm. This reminded him vaguely of war, of how he had to trespass into Japanese territory to save a commander, he hate reminders but he despised these bastard even more for daring to harm Henry.
    "We ain't here for no peace treaty, sir." The coyote drawled out in southern tongue, his ears flattening back as Cartelian's started to gather. They were all scarred up, all tattered and carrying a cruel look in their glares. Atticus felt a pang of worry in his beating heart, oh jeez he hoped Henry wasn't as beaten and broken as they were. Looking at Deathstroke, the veteran lowered his head rather sheepishly, his confidence fading as quickly as it appeared.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]"You may not be here for one, but you sure as hell need one. This is the first I've heard from you after we've captured what, three of your clanmates, maybe more? As an advocate for equal rights, I'm appalled that you only just came to our borders looking. Were you obligated to by some ProClan moral compass? 'Cause I bet if your leader or Deputy was captured you would've been over here much much sooner," he commented, the overly smug bastard looking at Deathstroke and deciding to take a step back in the process. Yeah... he'd let the guy with the pointy stick handle it, he supposed having the hellhound around did have it's perks.


    His grin had lowered to a smirk, finding that showing off his teeth hurt his cheekbone too much at the moment. "We'll give your clanmates back for a sum of money, otherwise you can crawl back home with your tail between your legs 'cause we ain't interested in no freebies,".
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    THEN A MIRROR SPEAKS, THE REFLECTION LIES

    YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW ME ONLY YOU CAN SET ME FREE

    4 YEARS -- EX-LEADER [2X] -- TAGS

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    Padding beside Feliks, Mastermind just snort at the pup leading a raid. That was pretty pathetic. Narrowing her blue eyes, she wondered if they were also here for Jekyll, which made her a bit uneasy, but that was no matter. A sly smirk on her face, eyeing the windclanners. They they attacked, then that would be somewhat interesting.


    //school + rushed


  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px #000000; color: goldenrod; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%]bill cipher !
    [size=7pt][font=verdana]I WILL BE THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRAWL![/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"Oh, I know for sure if we captured someone as important as Johnny or Cher, WindClan would come crawling." Bill added to Feliks's taunts as he floated over, turning off ghostmode as he walked to stand next to the wolf. It had taken them a while to actually come rescue their Clanmates, didn't it? It was odd. Though then again, Bill didn't exactly leap for joy at the chance to rescue his Crew. He was still learning to 'care' about them.

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    i'm tired of this human duet.

    NO CIVILIZING HIDES OUR ANIMAL IMPLUSES !

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]"I don't even know why they'd come crawling to be honest, if I was a WindClanner I'd be grateful that my scummy high positions were taken," he beamed, finding good fun in jeering and taunting. Feliks had given WindClan enough time to prepare a somewhat decent army, and if they weren't gonna use the time, well they would god damn lose the time - that time belonged to him now and he was gonna play with it. "Y'know, these WindClanners always have a go at me for only bringing along one or two warriors to battle. Talk about some hip hop hippity hypocrites," he laughed.


    They were gonna pay with insults and there was nothing they could do about it. Once he started, it was hard to get him to stop, especially when dealing with radicals like WindClan. "Let's play the betting game everyone! Place your bets! I bet a fiver that Cherv has had a lusty affair with Johnny," he giggled like a little kid.
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    THEN A MIRROR SPEAKS, THE REFLECTION LIES

    YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW ME ONLY YOU CAN SET ME FREE

    4 YEARS -- EX-LEADER [2X] -- TAGS

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: left; height: auto; font-size: 24pt; text-shadow:2px 2px 2px #000000; color: goldenrod; font-family: georgia; line-height: 90%]bill cipher !
    [size=7pt][font=verdana]I WILL BE THE ONE TO MAKE YOU CRAWL![/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Oh ho, Bill liked where Feliks was going with this. There clearly weren't a lot of WindClanners here, and they were engaging in the battle yet. So why not have some fun with them? Play around? It wouldn't hurt. Bill laughed at Feliks's taunts. "I'll bet ya 20." They were awfully close, weren't they? Seemed like Cherviltea always jumped up immediately whenever something happened to Jonathan, or vice versa. Sure, one could argue it was a 'leader-deputy' bond, but even he wasn't that close with Twilightzone. Something had to be going on. "I thought Cher was with what's-her-face, though?" Bill hummed, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He was referring to Sanctuarypaw, of course. "Wonder if she found out and dumped him."

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    i'm tired of this human duet.

    NO CIVILIZING HIDES OUR ANIMAL IMPLUSES !

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    Evelyn wasn't going to come, at first. She knew her dad was one of the people missing but she had only just gotten back from being captured herself and she wasn't entirely certain she was well enough to fight. So, he had hung back a bit from the rest of the group. If things were looking bad, she would slip away. She knew her dad would only be upset if he returned to find that, not only was she no longer missing, but she was dead. She knew how he tended to react to grief and she didn't think he'd be able to handle losing her a second time.


    When she caught up and came to stand beside Attie, confusion came over her. She wasn't accustomed to clan life in the slightest but was it commonplace to simply out-insult the enemy and shame them into leaving? Still, she didn't speak these concerns, not wishing to look like a fool in front of so many people that would clearly have the advantage in a physical fight against her. Instead, she would simply look towards Cherviltea for direction.


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    Attie only frowned as the Cartelians spoke more and more, their attitudes atrocious, their personality disgusting, he heard them continue on and it made him sick. The coyote sent a rather nervous stare over to Chervil and noticed that the Windclan leader took no action and made nor response. The Honourguard decided it was time to take matters into his paws. Snapping his head over to the hostile members of The Cartel, the veteran drew his lips back to expose rows of crooked teeth.
    "Shteki, We ain't givin' you no money, and we ain't here for no casual talk." He said, the volume of his voice rising a little as he felt urgency and anxiety boil up in his heart. The courage he had in the war of Iwo Jima, he felt it build up inside himself. The meek veteran felt the soul of a passionate corporal in his blood again.
    "We're here for our clanmates. Henry Jekyll and Garrett Hawke. We're gonna get 'em back and it's your choice whether ya want that to happen easily or not."



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    Letting out an amused snort, Mastermind widen her eyes. "Gosh, saving your friends? That's so lame." The large tigeess stepped forward, hearing that they had no money that they were going to offer. Did they honestly think they were going to give up a couple stupid prisoners anyway? Blue eyes slitting, she relaxed her expression and grinned. "Fine, have it your way. We'll just have even more opportunities to capture you losers, y'know.


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]"Twenty eh? Sounds good, I dunno who he's with, don't really care to be honest, all WindClanners look the same to me," he beamed. It was strange, it had happened to a ShadowClanner that he killed. As soon as he stepped down from Deputy, his relationship had gone to shit. Leaders were just power hungry weren't they? At least Feliks had reasons for being ambition on the mortal plane, a God deserved the spotlight, not some random assclowns who'd be forgotten in a week.


    He opened his mouth to speak to Bill again when someone interrupted him, and Feliks slowly turned his head towards the male, disapproving eyes narrowed a little. Hmph, how rude! "Disrupt my conversations again and you'll get 'em in a bodybag," he warned, not showing off whether or not he was being serious - was it worth provoking him to find out? Feliks was quick to notice that another WindClanner had appeared whilst they were chatting, and though odds were a little more even for the scum now, the canine still felt powerful. After all, they did have WindClan's clanmates.


    "I'll allow it easily, don't worry about me, I ain't the one starting fights here, but, if you're not gonna pay us or play our little betting game, you're gonna have to get through the eyepach duo and the crazy bitch on my side. It's not worth losing your other three paws over, walk away, now,". Why was he giving them a chance? Because he genuinely couldn't make a running start whilst he was injured. Didn't mean his clanmates had to follow his pacifism though.
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    THEN A MIRROR SPEAKS, THE REFLECTION LIES

    YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW ME ONLY YOU CAN SET ME FREE

    4 YEARS -- EX-LEADER [2X] -- TAGS

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=12px][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=11px]xael seemed to have appeared more than a few minutes too late, but she quickly gathered that the windclanners were here for something or other that the cartel wasn't eager to give. although the tension was thick, she didn't attack, she'd wait for someone else to initiate, since she hadn't exactly been present for most of the exchange. she simply stared at the proclanners with narrowed eyes, trying to remember which of the captives were from the moors.


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    Evelyn was rather shocked when Attie spoke up. Still, she nodded her agreement and then turned her gaze back to the large wolf. "We won't leave without my dad and Hawke," She argued, her eyes then drifting towards the other Cartel members. There were more of them than the Windclanners and they seemed so much bigger. Still, she couldn't just leave her dad and Hawke here. She had to do something.


    //mobile


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    The threat that came from Feliks's part sent Atticus's heart sinking in his chest. A bodybag? No. No. The Cartelians were not going to rip Henry away from him, not like how The Great War stripped his father's sanity, not like how Germans sent Zakai to his own doom, not like this. He didn't even listen to the rest of the words the scarred up brute said, Atticus didn't know how to react other than utter desperation and need because lord, he could not lose these men.


    He could not lose Henry Jekyll.


    "Listen to me!" The coyote snapped, his voice shaking behind it's intense tone as he took a step forward, teeth bared and face wrinkled with a frown. "You're goin' ta bring em back right now! An' I'm not leavin' this disgustin' place without Henry by my side." Attie's voice cracked with emotion and before he knew it, tears welled up in his eyes despite the passion they held, despite the courage he had just began to dig up.
    "So I ain't steppin' away."


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  • [size=20pt]DEATHSTROKE

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    "I Am The Reason You
    Can't Sleep At Night"

    [align=center][font=gabriola]"Nothing Quite Like The Smell
    Of Misery In The Morning

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    All this back and forth talking was going nowhere and if the price wasn't going to be paid then there was going to be trouble for sure. The hellhound locked his sights on the WindClanners, especially that of Attie and Evelyn. His dark lips curled back as a vicious blood-curdling snarl escaped the depths of his throat.




    Deathstroke charged forward at speed and seemingly was going to ram the WindClanners but he came skidding to a halt in front of Attie instead, his hackles raised and teeth bared.
    "You better cough up some cash, or else! Last chance, little man. You won't like to see what I can do with this broadsword of mine, I've been told I have a creative mind."
    The blade hovered just above him with the aid of his powers, the hefty sword lingering like a warning.


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    D E A T H S T R O K E
    Slade - Joseph Wilson - The Terminator - Masamune
    Male - One Eyed Assassin - Full Time Badass
    Suffering from severe amnesia