SPRAWLING IDIOT EFFIGY ･ﾟ★ ☾ [spider | open]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]the moor is familiar by now; cool air, wind, and snow fills the small puppy's lungs as he sits amongst the ruins of a cabin long forgotten. like that staircase he had been teething on not even a week ago, the house is moldering, decaying, unkempt and unused. he doesnt seem to notice though.


    his light pelt sticks out infront of the darkened building as he looks wondrously to the swimming colors of a butterfly's vibrant wings. it's body is large, almost the size of his face, but the gentle, timid beating of it's limbs do nothing to tip him off towards any sort of danger. instead, he looks on with awe signature of a naive child, a greeting on his lips ( "lo!" ) as he trots after the fleeing insect until they reach a corner of the camp. the butterfly, seeming so distracted, doesnt seem to realize that its gotten itself entangled in the sticky silk of a fresh spider web. and once it does, its too late. technopup observes with a now horrified look as a spider, a red, ominous hourglass on it's abdomen, creeps out to slowly, painfully devour the once lively body of the insect.


    eyes growing wide, the child turns to avoid the scene, but his heart beats with fear and he steps back, trying to forget. a spider was a nuisance to a grown animal, but to a child almost fresh out the womb, its the big bad antagonist of his short story.
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    ★ technopup | "tech" | male [he/him]
    ★ npc x npc
    ★ speaks in fragments, learning from interaction
    ★ unconfirmed sexuality
    ★ one month | aged real-time
    ★ windclan


    PHYSICAL CAUSE NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO STAY
    ★ GOLDEN RETRIEVER [main/birth] | HEALTH: 87%
    — short and scrawny blond puppy with pale, baby blue eyes [will change to a deep brown when grown]. a tight, rugged dull green collar wrapped around neck.
    — injuries: bruises here and there.


    PERSONALITY I STARTED OUT WITH A CROWD
    ★ [i]( mbti / hogwarts house / "the cutie" / lawful good )
    — impressionable, hyper; note that personality is going to be started from scratch, and will be based upon interactions/how he's raised.


    CONFRONTATION SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WE STOOD SO PROUD
    ★ attack in #8FBC8F | physically/mentally super easy
    ★ no mentor
    ★ no combat experience | has no idea what to do
    ★ no maim/kill | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, earth manipulation

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"



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    Oliver had noticed the small pup go into an abandoned cabin. While he didn't think that the young one was in any danger, he padded over to see what had made the retriever look so awestruck. As he entered the derelict cabin, he noticed Technopup's fear, and glanced at what he was cowering away from.


    Spiders were common, and actually helpful to the environment. That species of spider, however, was deadly, even to a human. "[color=green]Hey, Technopup, come here. It's all right," he said gently, as he tried to coax the pup further away from the poisonous spider.


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    [size=8]When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]/ for some reason that last sentence gave me shivers hOLY SHIT and i like spiders too waah your writing is so good


    Spiders were peculiar creatures, and perhaps, when he had been a child, his mindset would have been much like Technopup. Though, the reason for his own childhood fears had been much more flat - like a simple, see-through film, much unlike Techno's permeating experience. He hadn't watched a spider, encasing an insect in a silken cocoon, an alabaster sheet swathed around the writhing bug, as if pronouncing its death, even as it trembled with its tiny life nestled against the web. After all, the spider's actions were final, wasn't it? Cherviltea, or Chervilpup at the time, had feared spiders simply because.. Children tended to fear spiders.. Their spindly legs, beaded eyes sown into a nondescript face, and their spherical, yet seemingly shapeless bodies.. That was why he had feared them. Of course, there were other fears that were rooted from deep, psychological occurrences: so, was there any shame in fearing something, only for the mere sake of fearing it?


    Now, however, he had grown older. Now, he was an adult. Now, even some of his greatest fears, with justification, could be dismissed. After all, it was certainly correct, that something so small didn't tend to be of any threat, to that of an adult. Though, perhaps it wasn't the idea of a threat - it was the idea of seeing villainy. After all, this was likely the first representation of true 'evil', that Tech had ever come across, though adults had likely come across enough to call it 'natural' - and perhaps, such was a very nauseating fact. The actions of a spider was natural. The actions of war was natural. Losing lives, seeing people murdered, brutalised, and even eaten, too - such was natural. And yet, not everyone agreed with that. Such was why he preferred Windclan. Such was why they were naturally against the actions of most anti-clans. Because, despite the fact that it was natural, they wouldn't easily accept it.


    "Tech.." The collie would resound, fictional brows furrowing in a manner of concern. He'd pause, drawing to a halt, before aiming to briefly place himself between that of the child's gaze, and the spider's abode. In a way, he felt the slow aching of his chest, catching Technopup's horrified expression. And yet.. Could he say, that it would have been better if they hadn't seen it? Of course, he could, but he knew that shielding a child from the world forever, was wrong. Though, there were things that he'd likely always wish to protect them from, no matter how old they eventually became. "Sometimes, things like that.. happen. The spider does it because they need to eat." He'd explain, briefly. "But, just because it has to happen, doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with being sympathetic to it." He wasn't sure as to whether they'd understand, just yet, but he said it anyway.


    TAGS 07/12/2016

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:130%;font-family:verdana]Well, in another's eye Astra himself was a spider. Eating mice and birds, killing rabbits for the young members of Windclan. Humans were spiders too with their destroying of territories and hunting of all sorts of animals. Hell, anything could be a spider if put in the right light, but that was pessimistic, right? Which he definitely was, a pessimist, but a lot of other kids weren't. Especially the super tiny ones like this kid. He'd always been a very glass-half-empty kinda person even when he was little. Though that was because he grew up too quickly with the responsibility of being a high position, his mother, and even just as the tiniest thing he knew about his father and how Astralprojection had been made. So, well, it was normal for him.


    "Hm," the feline grunted, "it's like how we have to eat mice or rabbits. It's just, like, surviving." That wasn't a bad tthing. The butterfly had gotten itself stuck and the spider had been fed, therefore it could possibly make little baby spiders in the future. What was it called? The circle of life? Yeah, so it wasn't anything to be scared of. Not that he could talk about being scared or upset over frivolous things. "And now the spider will be able to have children, isn't that cool?"


    ◂ INFO | ASTRALPROJECTION
    ◂ INFO | ASTRALPROJECTION

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    maybe, in the near future, technopup will be able to accept things like this, see life as it is. maybe he'll forget this scenario altogether, a memory pocketed into the subconscious storage where all toddler experiences go, evacuating his mind. or maybe, the witness of death, even if its something as inconspicuous as this butterfly's, will haunt him throughout his lifetime, the fear and shock he feels in this moment in time accompanying him even into his twilight years, nestled deep within his heart. for now though, his thought process is too simple to think of things such as that, his way of thinking too naive to come to terms with anything along those lines. he doesn't see nature at its finest. he sees evil unraveling, and his gaze only pivots from the dark scene when oliver chirps for him to come here.


    not necessarily what he says is processed (in fact, what was spoken has fallen on deaf ears) but technopup knows enough that he can tell he's talking to him. a soft whine rumbling in the child's throat, he is all too happy to turn completely away from the arachnid and its meal, aiming to tumble into oliver and briefly press his face against the other's chest. the action, if successful, is something he finds comfort in, the feeble desire to recieve consolation being met.


    the only time cherviltea's presence dominates oliver's is when tech chances a glance at the anthropod once more, only to find the aforementioned canid standing in the way, blocking the view of the infernal creature. his baby blue gaze flicks toward the leader's own fair one, but the emotions storming in his eyes dont clue the child in to any sort of mishap or concern that may linger there. words have been deposited, his ears perking since his own name is one of them but as suspected, none of it makes sense to him, the lesson being taught failing to educate tech and his currently incompetent brain. although, perhaps his words will stay with him to adulthood, as what cherviltea has said is definitely something to think about. right now, however, the child is just glad that the spider is gone, hidden and out of sight.


    his gaze shifts to astralprojections when he tosses in his own idea on the situation, attempting to shift technopup's point of view onto that of the spider's. again, it goes out the window, with him sitting there and gawking at him mindlessly, but those words are something else he could ponder on if he is able to recall them later on, when he can actually make some sense of all that is being said to him.
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    ★ technopup | "tech" | male [he/him]
    ★ npc x npc
    ★ speaks in fragments, learning from interaction
    ★ unconfirmed sexuality
    ★ one month | aged real-time
    ★ windclan


    PHYSICAL CAUSE NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO STAY
    ★ GOLDEN RETRIEVER [main/birth] | HEALTH: 87%
    — short and scrawny blond puppy with pale, baby blue eyes [will change to a deep brown when grown]. a tight, rugged dull green collar wrapped around neck.
    — injuries: bruises here and there.


    PERSONALITY I STARTED OUT WITH A CROWD
    ★ [i]( mbti / hogwarts house / "the cutie" / lawful good )
    — impressionable, hyper; note that personality is going to be started from scratch, and will be based upon interactions/how he's raised.


    CONFRONTATION SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WE STOOD SO PROUD
    ★ attack in #8FBC8F | physically/mentally super easy
    ★ no mentor
    ★ no combat experience | has no idea what to do
    ★ no maim/kill | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, earth manipulation

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    Vin remembered the time when he was s child a bit older than Technopup. He had been a bit different than the pup, finding awe and interest in the world rather than fear. For example with this spider and the loss of the butterfly, he'd have much the same viewpoint as Astral, where instead of a loss of life, it was a progression of another and the possible creation of more lives. It was simply how live was in their world, one had to die in order for another to live. Not to say that meant killing was any more right, but it made him a bit more thankful for the animals that gave up their lives to keep him alive.


    The winged blue tabby padded over to the scene with curiosity, not quite sure what to say. it seemed like everything that had to be said was already done. "Well, if you're afraid of that ever happening to you, don't worry about it." He finally decided to say with a friendly smile and a soft tone. Had he been the boy he had grown up from, he'd think Techno's fear of the spider to be rather silly. Spiders were mostly harmless, except for a select few and despite this one being one of those spiders he still wouldn't quite understand. Except perhaps it it was a massive spider, then that might be a different story. Luckily though, Vin had learned to understand people and their fears. Plus he wasn't without his own fears, so he couldn't rightfully call someone's fear ridiculous without being called out on his own fears.
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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"



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    Oliver had to admit he felt really flattered when the pup stumbled over and pressed his face into Oliver's fur. The griffin had seen so many worse horrors in his day, that he didn't quite understand how traumatic this was for the young retriever. Sure, it was sad that something beautiful had been snatched from life by something awful that hid in the dark, but such was life.


    Under his fur and feathers, he still had grisly scars from lashes, swords, knives, arrows, and guns. Hell, the big scar on his back that he'd obtained with his battle against Deathstroke was still visible, but no one usually saw it due to his height.


    He was about to wrap one of his forearms around, to pat the young child, when he turned back to face Cherviltea. Great, he'd just gotten the kid away and now the leader was dangerously close. One bite would end the great leader, but he couldn't say anything in case it freaked the pup out.


    He didn't think Astral's comments were all that helpful, since he was refreshing the pup's mind about what he'd just seen. So Oliver was rather thankful when Vindicate came in and shifted the topic to something a little less... scary, as it were.


    "[color=green]Yes, we're all here to protect you," he told Technopup with a soft smile.


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    [size=8]When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}
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