[ we could be beautiful ll open ll papika needed ]

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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-size:11px]his weekly task had been to gather some flowers and give them to someone. his first thought was to give to lucien's child. it seems appropriate so, but at the same time, imo realized maybe that euphemia meant a living person. additionally, the kit was uncertain to how lucien would feel about him placing flowers on the grave, even though he never knew the child, would never meet her. with that person of choice out of his mind, he decided maybe hatari. but she had not been around of late, and he didn't know if he should give it to her. so his next thought was papika. she was a good friend .... maybe a bit more to him, but it was something. better than giving to nobody. plus he kind of wanted to thank her for everything that had been of late. their adventures, accompanying each other side by side from normal days to dying days (as in patients bleeding their heart out, but not necessary dying of course, that would had been horrific memory to remember).


    the child approached the plaza with a bouquet of mixed shades of violet, purple, pink, and one red flower. he had thought of first going to her housing, but he realized he didn't really know where she lived and he thought that would be a bit weird. so he had settled on waiting in the main centre of colouredclan, where a npc had offered to help search for papika to bring her over.

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    It just so happened a certain little apprentice had stumbled upon imo seated in the midst of the plaza. Really, being that he was suffering from a ravaging terminal illness he probably wouldn't have been wandering amongst the camp. Yet ... a part of the cream ragdoll felt his lush nature vanish. He had to make the most of his life while it was still there. Sure, he realized nobody lived forever. It was practically impossible for such a thing to occur, unless you were literally an immortal or some sort of God.


    His gaze focused on the child contrntly as he sat back, a tiny smile gesturing his lips. It seemed he was waiting on the presence of someone, but who? That was the question racing around the Bodyguard's head, and yet he felt a tiny bit of anxiety. Maybe Imo was giving them to somebody special? Josh sure hoped so. Everybody deserved a special someone. Just like he had Tyler.


    For a while, at least.
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    [center][color=maroon][size=4][b]WHEN THE LEADER OF THE BAD GUYS SANG[/b][/size][/color]
    [color=white][size=2][i]SOMETHING SOFT AND SOAKED IN PAIN
  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=white; border:none; width:170px; height:460px; box-shadow:6px 6px 0px COLOR1;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:130px; height:150px; background:url(http://valuestockphoto.com/dow…-2/backgroundblur1887.jpg) center; background-size:cover; margin-top:10px;][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:155px; padding:0px; height:230px; margin-top:6px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:155px; padding:0px; height:230px; overflow:auto; padding-right:32px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:155px; padding:0px; min-height:230px; text-align:justify; font-family:helvetica; line-height:95%; color:COLOR1; font-size: 10px;] With a blink of her violet eyes, she surveyed the child, sitting delicately close to Josh, but not too close. Placing her white paws together, she sat silently, observing. It seemed that someone close to the child had died. Her ears flattened to her skull, and she lowered her eyes to the floor in respect. She knew what it was like to lose a loved one. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [center][size=18][color=#FFA07A]-OH, MISS BELIEVER-[/color][/size][/center] [center][color=#696969]pearl sixx- blizzardclan- warrior- feline- shapeshifter/elemental[/color][/center] [center][size=18][color=#FFA07A]-MY PRETTY SLEEPER-[/color][/size][/center]
  • [size=8]Flowers. Akutagawa flashed a curious gaze to the field medic, approaching on his still-thin limbs. However, he didn't appear quite so sickly; he had begun to fill out in places, and some muscle was threading its way up the mutt's thighs and shoulders. Even his fur was glossy and healthy-looking, wven though the bandage around his torso was still apparent — he had Imo to thank. With a calm blink of his silver eyes, the body guard simply said, in a neutral tone, "Nice flowers." Not that he cared for the flowers at all, he was merely being polite. And he thought the kid was quite kind if he were to be giving them to somebody, which was Papika.


    [spoiler=INFORMATION TAGS]
    [font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
    — ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
    — twelve moons
    — male; he/him
    — bodyguard of colouredclan [hp]
    — npc xx npc
    — based off akutagawa from bungou stray dogs


    APPEARANCE
    main ref | with cape | with rashomon
    — medium-sized, lanky, long limbs
    — black collie mix with white cheeks and eyebrows
    — floppy ears
    — sharp silver eyes reflect mood
    — coughs frequently
    — always wears cravat and cloak
    — currently in poor condition


    BATTLE TAGS
    — hard without powers
    — will start fights, will finish them
    — electricity, water, earth elements
    — conjuration
    — memory/emotional manipulation
    — molecular manipulation
    — can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
    — with "rashomon" he is extreme
    — yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]flowers? ah, yes, the weekly task - euphemia is curious as to who the male will elect to give them to, not knowing much about his relationships with the others in the clan. he decides to watch and find out for himself. wanting to observe without disturbing anyone, he stations himself at the nearest tree and peeks out from behind it in such a way that he has a clear enough view of the potential exchange without being too visible.  [/fancypost]
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    [center][fancypost=color:#d7dad1;font-family:verdana;line-height:110%;][size=15] [i]I DREW YOUR NAME IN WET CEMENT[/i] [b]MADE[color=transparent]-[/color]PROMISES[color=transparent]--[/color]IN[color=transparent]-[/color]REVERENCE[/b] [color=#d7dad1][s][color=transparent]--——————----[/s][/color] [color=#fff]★[/color] [s][color=transparent]--——————----[/color][/s][/color] [/fancypost]
  • [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-bottom: -15px; line-height: 130%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8pt; color: #FFFFFF;][glow=#FFFFFF,2,300]THERE ARE ANSWERS THAT CAN'T BE SEEN WITH OUR EYES[/glow]
    [glow=#C6A6AB,2,300]BUT WE'LL KEEP ON TRYING, AGAIN AND AGAIN: “YES” “NO”[/glow][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-top: 2px solid #C6A6AB; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #C6A6AB; width: 400px; line-height: 180%; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;]The little kitsune had been out looking for bugs when the NPC had found her, bringing the dirt-covered child back to camp with an excited, curious expression lighting up her face. They had said Immo was looking for her but wouldn't say why, simply stating that going to the plaza was in her best interest. When she arrived at last a small crowd had already started to form so she gave each of her Clanmates a soft grin and a wave, the extreme enthusiasm she usually exhibited a bit dulled since recent events. Of course she was starting to get better but it would still take time to recover nonetheless, especially now that she was dealing with emotions she had never experienced before. "Immmmo!" the young vulpine greeted as she approached, bounding towards the medic with a slightly bouncier step than a moment before.


    Despite what was weighing on her heart she couldn't be all sad when it came to her friends and the feline before her was (in her opinion) one of her closest! "What did you need me for?" she asked with an adorable tilt of her head, doing her best to speak clearly so he could properly read her lips. Papika had never considered the difference in talking to Immo to be much of a difference at all, really. It wasn't like she had a reason to think it was weird or a pain, it was just something she had slipped into naturally as the pair grew closer. Of course there would always be other ways she could improve said communication but they would be taken in baby steps, the little femme still having to learn about a whole lot of other stuff too.


    As she was waiting for his response her gaze wandered to the flowers in the male's paws, a gasp of excitement suddenly released from her maw at the sight. "Prettyyy!" she said in a more genuine version of Ryu's compliment, her nose working towards the blossoms so she could take a generous sniff. Flowers were such incredible things, after all, but for a moment she couldn't help but feel another flicker of sorrow. There had been so many blooming around Okami's body where he was found, the child having laid in between them after the corpse had been moved. But these were supposed to be happy flowers, right? She had to push past the pain! There was no reason to feel sad now, not when her friend was needing her for... whatever it was he needed her for![/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 130%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 7pt; color: #FFFFFF;]PAPIKA XERSES FEMALE THREE MONTHS BLACKBLOOD & FIELD MEDIC
    KITSUNE ONE TAIL ORANGE FUR BLUE EYES PROBABLY MESSY[/fancypost]

    [center][fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 530px; line-height: 130%; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8pt; color: #FFFFFF;][glow=#FFFFFF,2,300][color=#C6A6AB]WHETHER IT BE 0 OR 1; 10 OR 100 - WE'RE SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER[/color][/glow]
    [glow=#C6A6AB,2,300]THE SOUNDS OF OUR HEARTS RESOUND WITH ONE ANOTHER: “YES” “NO”[/glow][/fancypost]
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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-size:11px]the tom felt hesitant as he noticed a few had arrived who were not papika. he was not very fond of having an audience at this moment, it was embarrassing a bit actually. his cheeks tingled into a light pink and he would just give a quick nod to jishwa and akutagawa, the latter who had commented on the flowers he had picked. he was unaware of the host being there as well, staking out behind a tree. just as he had turned his attention from the duo closest to him, he saw the blur of the bounding kitsune in his vision. she was finally here. noticing her wonder of why he requested her presence, he pushed the bouquet forward, a shy glance up at her face and blushing a bit more. the sight of her lighting up in what seems to be "pure" happiness to the tom, made him smile, and he would nod and moved his mouth to try to formulate words: for you. frankly, if euphemia had not suggested this weekly task, he might had never done this. nor would he had really adore the beauty of the xerses before him.

    [center][sub][url=https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2462695.msg88538958#msg88538958]biography[/url]
  • [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-bottom: -15px; line-height: 130%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8pt; color: #FFFFFF;][glow=#FFFFFF,2,300]THERE ARE ANSWERS THAT CAN'T BE SEEN WITH OUR EYES[/glow]
    [glow=#C6A6AB,2,300]BUT WE'LL KEEP ON TRYING, AGAIN AND AGAIN: “YES” “NO”[/glow][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border-top: 2px solid #C6A6AB; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #C6A6AB; width: 400px; line-height: 180%; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;]As the child continued to sniff the beautiful flowers she suddenly realized they were being pushed towards her, glancing up in time to see a light blush forming on her friend's face. Well, she noticed the coloring at least, not really understanding what a blush could imply. That was when the words formed along the male's mouth, the kitsune's eyes now concentrating very hard so she wouldn't miss what he was saying. For you. Wait, for her? "Really?!" she exclaimed with an excited gasp, pulling the bouquet towards her and giving it a light squeeze. Of course she didn't want to hurt the pretty blossoms but she was just so happy! "Thank you, Immo! I love you!" she added next, attempting to swing her free arm around him for a hug. He was one of her best friends, after all, so of course she loved him, just like she loved her nii-chan and Spectre and Euphie and Josh and Frighty and Twisted and Hikari and Neffie and... Well, she just had a lot of love to give, really.


    ( Wahh oh my gosh Immo is just the cutest thing ever! I love these types of interactions. <3 )[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 130%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 7pt; color: #FFFFFF;]PAPIKA XERSES FEMALE THREE MONTHS BLACKBLOOD & FIELD MEDIC
    KITSUNE ONE TAIL ORANGE FUR BLUE EYES PROBABLY MESSY[/fancypost]

    [center][fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 530px; line-height: 130%; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8pt; color: #FFFFFF;][glow=#FFFFFF,2,300][color=#C6A6AB]WHETHER IT BE 0 OR 1; 10 OR 100 - WE'RE SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER[/color][/glow]
    [glow=#C6A6AB,2,300]THE SOUNDS OF OUR HEARTS RESOUND WITH ONE ANOTHER: “YES” “NO”[/glow][/fancypost]
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