DOWN WITH THE FALLEN // open, injured joiner

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    They were lost.
    Oh, so utterly lost. After their escape from The Cartel, Bill retreated to the nearest territory that popped in their head. Which just so happened to be RiverClan. The demon was no longer in ghostmode, and appeared to stagger as they walked. If one would look into their face, they would notice that Bill no longer wore an eyepatch (or a bowtie, for that matter), and their eyes appeared to be bleeding. Both eyes were pitch black with a white pupil and appeared to be dazed, as if they weren't exactly focused on what they were doing. In reality, Bill wasn't really all there. No, his mind was literally going a mile a minute while Corrupt tried to take control of his body. They almost won, corrupting half of his mind, and once they completely took over... that'd be the end of him. That would be the end of the Bill everybody knew. They'd still be known as Bill, but they'd be a gigantic feline creature with no other thought but to kill, kill, kill. Though that was on their mindset now, Bill was fighting back as much as he could, hence the dazed look.


    Bill collapsed at the border, shaking and spitting out black blood. They mumbled something, though it was all just garble and unable to be translated, though it was clear that they were in pain.


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    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | n/a rank of n/a clan, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump
    scratch scars on neck
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
    corrupt is currently trying to break through
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links



    (OMG MAPLE YESSSSS)


    Had Princess Hope known Bill had done some very terrible things in the past, she would have outright refused to treat him. He was no Sombra, after all.


    But she didn't know him at all.


    "Hello? My name is Princess Hope, I'm going to help you, okay? Can you hear me?" she brayed as she galloped over to him, floating a few herbs in a blue shield of sorts next to her. She placed them down when she reached the demon, eying him over with wide eyes.


    (Permission to powerplay/heal?)

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    Rosewater had smelled the scent of blood. It wasn't overpowering, like when Ramses's tail had been cut off, but it was a coppery, harsh smell nonetheless, and it brought the white-fitted kitten over almost immediately, to investigate. The first thing she saw was Princess Hope and the second? Somebody who did not look well whatsoever. Rose was damn glad she had seen Hope first, someone who could keep her safe if the shaking creature decided to attack, because if nobody else had been around, she would have turned tail and ran.


    The temptation was strong even with Princess Hope there, actually, but Rosewater fought back her instincts and took a few paces toward her clanmates and the unfamilar animal that was spitting up blood. It was then that she noticed their eyes, which appeared to be bleeding also, and an involuntary cry of disgust escaped past the nurse's lips. "Eww! Their eyes- euwww! Are they dying?" A sickened grimace appeared on her face as she stared at the mainly yellow feline. Never before had she seen such a wreck of a creature, even during the damn drought that was going on. Rosewater had no idea this was Bill Cipher, one of the most notorious creatures known by the clans.

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    [font=Mistral]Ramses Harbinger-Xerses
    [font=times]☼ duncan vantas xx kali xerses ☼ [color=white]6 months [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]riverclan [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]riverguard [color=#99C68E]☼
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    [color=#e0e0e0]Ramses had been attracted to the scene by the smell of blood, and he looked at the creature with a mixture of disgust and confusion. He, being young as well, didn't recognize exactly who this newcomer was, but the observant direhound did recognize a few other things. Firstly, beneath the cloying, metallic scent of blood was The Cartel. There was no mistaking it, which lead Ramses to his second conclusion - if the The Cartel didn't want as sorry a creature as this, why would RiverClan? Perhaps they had done something to him to put him in this state, and the dark canine couldn't help but wonder what it was. Had he committed an act so heinous that even an Anti-Clan rejected him, or had he performed some forbidden kindness? He came to a wary stop between Rose and Hope, his natural instinct being to shelter the white kitten from the gore and tell her not to look -- but he knew that was unrealistic. If she was going to want to be a nurse, she had to develop a stomach for the gristle and gutty side of life. "Might be soon." he replied to her question of if Bill were dying. Once more, his instincts screamed at him to tell both Hope and Rosey to take several good steps back, but he silenced himself with difficulty, gazing down at the scene with a coldness in his eyes that was incredibly unfamiliar to the usually easy going and friendly Riverguard. If Ramses had a problem with you, it was a good sign something was fucked.

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    //Unfortunately Bill's injuries are internal and can't be healed ^^'


    Bill didn't know who was talking to them -- or why, for that matter. Weren't they known for being unpredictable? For being a rapist? For being a threat to society? And yet someone was offering to heal them.
    "WKLV LV HADFWOB ZKB ZH QHHG WR HPHUJH." One voice that came from inside Bill snorted, though had a hint of a growl in it's tone. Humming noises followed, which could be assumed as noises of agreement. Bill shuddered as Corrupt spoke. Oh, right, someone asked him something, didn't they...? What did they say?
    "Can you hear me?" Ah, yes, right, of course. At least they could still understand English, even if Corrupt couldn't speak it well. Bill gave a small nod in response, but did nothing else (unless you counted their body trembling, of course).


    //Translation:
    THIS IS EXACTLY WHY WE NEED TO EMERGE.


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    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | n/a rank of n/a clan, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump
    scratch scars on neck
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
    corrupt is currently trying to break through
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links



    Hope listened to the garbled words and instinctively backed up. If she had wings she would be opening them, sparing Rose's and Ramses's safety in case he went crazy or something. "If he's dying...there's nothing I can do...except..." SHE didn't have a "quick death" spell, did she? There had to be a way to make Bill go out in the most painless way possible. But she couldn't think of any.

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    Dying? No, no. They weren't dying. Far from it, actually... Sort of. To the mortal eye (or immortal Earth inhabitant, they supposed), they supposed this is what dying looked like. No, what this was a... transition, if you will. Except Bill tried stopping them, and that ended up being worse for him. His fault, not theirs.


    Bill hated how they might look to the RiverClanners in such a miserable state, and yet they had no power to stop it. Corrupt was slowly taking over, and whenever that happened, that was the end of the line. Corrupt made them run from their leadership in The Cartel to appease their desire of destruction. But look where that got them... nearly passed out on RiverClan territory. What a pathetic way to look.


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    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | n/a rank of n/a clan, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump
    scratch scars on neck
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
    corrupt is currently trying to break through
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links

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    [font=Mistral]Ramses Harbinger-Xerses
    [font=times]☼ duncan vantas xx kali xerses ☼ [color=white]6 months [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]riverclan [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]riverguard [color=#99C68E]☼
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    [color=#e0e0e0]Ramses was surprised by the perceived nonsense as well, but he stood his ground. He glanced at Hope, and back at Bill. "Well, they can understand us alright... Looks like they've just got a hard time talking back. Maybe they hit their head or something..." the direhound trailed off, not knowing that Bill was in fact a murderous demon, aka the literal spawn of Satan. "Should we try and move them into the medicine den?" he said uncertainly. He doubted Ivy would turn away somebody that was in such need. He shifted his weight a little and looked back down at the yellow feline with curiosity. He truly had never seen such a thing before.

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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]The snow-colored cat relaxed just the tiniest bit when Ramses came over, because, hey, there was another RiverClanner that was larger than her and could, potentially, protect her from whatever the fuck was making weird sounds and had collapsed on the border. She felt the temptation to hide behind Princess Hope or Ramses, but managed to fight that off, like she had fought off the urge to run the fuck away. There was just something weird and off about the unfamiliar feline- his words were unintelligible, and he was bleeding from his damn eyes! Her fur had poofed out a little bit, her tail puffing up in alarm, giving her the appearance of a cotton ball with legs. This was creepy. "I'm not touching them, so if you're moving them, count me out. I can go find... I don't know, poppy seeds, maybe, if they need it on the way there?" [color=pink]She suggested, not wanting to get any closer to Bill than she already was. In fact, she took a step back, wondering if anyone would really blame her if she just subtly hide behind Ramses.



    She flicked an ear and hesitated, but after a bit, she nodded. "Rosewater, go ahead and find some poppy seeds." The unicorn glanced at the body. Should they move him into the medicine den? If he exploded or something it would be a huge mess to clean up. But maybe he was...changing? Hope hadn't seen Sombra really change like this. It was more like puzzle pieces, breaking apart, his fur peeling away to reveal just a dark black shadow with green eyes, red pupils, and purple mist coming out the corners of them. It wasn't too bad compared to what...this was.


    "No." she answered firmly. "Just stay back and stay safe for now. When he calms down, if he calms down, we can move him to the medicine den."

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    "I'll help if needed. Should I go fetch something for him to eat?" Wrenpaw asks after a moment, pale eyes flitting up to the others before shifting back to the poor, corrupted state of Bill. Their ears would lean back sorrowfully, unsure what much else she could help with.

    Acaciapaw

    Now that you're bleeding, you stare at the ceiling...

    Acaciapaw approached the group, giving a disgusted glance at Bill. What was he? She? It? Hell, she didn't know what they were. And hell if she'd care. No, she was as classic a bitch as a bitch came! If you were born a female, you were a she. None of this 'oh my pronouns are they/them please.' She didn't believe in Trans and she didn't believe in LGBT rights either. Nope, you could consider her a homophobe and a transphobe and well, anything the classic right wingers would have you believing? She believed.


    Regardless, she eyed the creature up and flicked an ear. "It seems pretty fucked up. I think we should just kill it," she stated casually. Now, she wasn't a cannibal, so she wouldn't outright suggest eating it....but well, what else could they do with it? Slowly she stepped forward, poking at Bill's trembling body. If her paw made contact, she'd probably incite some rage from the beast. But honestly she wasn't frightened. She felt she could hold her own.

    ...Doctor could you be my priest?

    Something touched them. Bill felt a paw poke them, and recoiled back as much as the body would allow them. Which... admittedly wasn't very much. The least they did was shuffle back a few paces with a small growl -- though it wasn't much of one. Right now, Bill just wanted to curl up somewhere, even if it was in RiverClan's medicine den, out of all places. They knew that it wasn't going to help much, but perhaps getting to sleep somewhere comfortable would help relax them a bit.


    Hearing Hope's words, Bill frowned. If they calmed down, then they'd be moved? They didn't know if they could right now; they'd have to be forced asleep, they were sure. "Sleep." Bill spoke finally, wincing at the pain it caused to talk. "Have to." Why could they use more words than that? What happened to knowing all languages? The only languages they seemed to remember were in code. Different codes, actually. And that was their native tongue, yes, but that wouldn't help here on this Earth! They had some knowledge of the English language, but why not as expansive as it used to be? Or... how it felt they used to know? It was strange, this feeling. It was like they knew more than they spoke, and yet, they couldn't. Only a few words. "Black seeds." Their voice was almost pleading. They were, of course, referring to poppy seeds, but the name couldn't register right now.


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    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | n/a rank of n/a clan, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump
    scratch scars on neck
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
    corrupt is currently trying to break through
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Upon Hope's request, she turned on her heel and headed off, searching for the remnants of a poppy flower anywhere. It was a pretty long walk back to camp, to the medicine den, so Rosewater was lucky when she found a poppy flower on the ground, a little trampled. I guess somebody dropped it. Maybe Hope or one of the other nurses. She shrugged, grabbed the flower, and returned to her clanmates. As she approached, she heard Acaicapaw's "suggestion", and her ears flew backward. It was the same cat who had said that Horrorterror had been having a temper tantrum, when he had actually been... fuck, Rosewater didn't know. The kitten paused as Bill said words. Not weird, slurred, unknown ones, but clear ones. "Sleep", "have", "to", "black", and... "seeds". Poppy seeds? Do they want poppy seeds? She wondered.


    "We shouldn't kill them. They can still talk." Rose scoffed as she dropped the poppy flower she was carrying, allowing her to talk in a non-muffled voice. She grabbed the poppy seeds from it and gingerly rolled them over to the yellow feline, a slight frown on her face. [color=#E6E6FA]"Here you go, I guess. Can you speak more?"

    [center][fancypost=border-width=0; width: 450px; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify;]It had been quite some time since Ivylee last saw the dream demon. She was only a pup back then, when the Cartel had raided RiverClan after Pyresong had killed their leader. Oh StarClan, they were so pissed. You'd think that anyone would recognize Bill after all that, but now as Ivy was looking at him, she couldn't recognize him. He was too messed up to even seem like Cipher to her. The Samoyed didn't know, so just a clueless as anyone else here she glanced sorrowfully at the yellow feline, at least glad that the medics were here taking care of this. "We should probably move him to the medicine den... he needs sleep." Or at least he was claiming that he needed it. All Ivy knew was that there was no way that she'd let him be killed or leave him here to die. Seeing anyone in this sort of condition just shattered her heart into millions of pieces.

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    //Adding injured to the title, but I'm going to have them try to join once they've recovered in the medicine den (if they're put there), if that's okay with Kicksie and Alpha (and everyone else)?


    Good, good. Speaking seemed to reassure the RiverClanners that they were somewhat alive. They were completely alive on a mental level, they supposed; definitely not to the mortal eye. Bill raised his head a bit as Rosewater brought the poppy seeds, blinking at them as if they didn't recognize them. But they had to trust her; she seemed to be some sort of medicine cat, or at least seemed to know what they were referring to. "Don't know." Bill frowned at Rosewater for a few seconds before he lapped up the seeds quickly. They had to get to sleep as quickly as possible. It wouldn't save them from Corrupt, but at least they'd be able to pass the transition for the most part. Or at least, phase one of it.


    Ivylee. If Bill had the energy to thank her, they would. Even all that The Cartel done to RiverClan, she was still willing to let them rest here. Or she seemed to be, anyway. Funny, they would have never thought to thank anybody before, but they really needed help right now, and they couldn't deny it. They were scared. And fear made you do a lot of things you wouldn't normally do. Bill lowered his head to their paws, closing their eyes as they willing for the seeds to work fast.


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    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | n/a rank of n/a clan, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of The Exiles | former titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump
    scratch scars on neck
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    physically and emotionally unstable (body is constantly twitching)
    corrupt is currently trying to break through
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links

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    Giovanni frowned a little as he walked over and gazed down at the small yellow form of Bill Cipher. He did not know the guy or any of his extensive history but that did not mean he did not gain a generally bad vibe radiating off of the individual. A soft hum escaped him as the poppy seeds were given and the stranger proceeded to rest. Turning his attention towards Ivy and the others he moved to take a seat. I can help transport them if you want. He murmured.
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    (Yep, that's fine with me!)


    Hope nodded at Wrenpaw. "Get something for him to eat and meet us back at the medicine den."


    The unicorn shook her head. "No. We are not going to kill him. He-" Her speaking was interrupted as she listened to Bill. He needed rest, and poppy seeds. She watched Rosey give him a few poppy seeds and nodded in approval.


    Ivylee came along right then. Princess Hope figured her suggestion was a good one. It was far too unsafe for him out here even if he was a dream demon. When Giovanni came up offering his help, the unicorn nodded. "Yes, let's move him to the medicine den. Rosey, I'm assigning you to keep an eye on him and to make sure he doesn't go crazy and destroy the medicine den or anything like that, but for now, head back and prepare a nest for him. Giovanni, boost him from below, please. The rest of you can come back with us." With that being said she would attempt to use her magic to float Bill in the air, with a blue bubble of sorts around him. It wasn't harmful at all, just a way to keep him airborne while demonstrating her powers. Hope's horn glowed a radiant blue, and she nodded at Giovanni to go ahead and use his body as support.

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    "Yes ma'am!" Thin tail lashing behind her, Wrenpaw turned and would head out. The poor apprentice forgot she probably needed a warrior to accompany her, but she was just going to head back to camp and grab something from the pile there, or look for something on the way.

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    The tigerhougn gave a little nod of his head in the direction of Hope as she used her powers to lift the little yellow dream demon up into the air via levitation. Taking a step or two forward so that he was directly under Bill he parted his jaws to speak. Alright, you can lower him down and lay him across my shoulders or back if you'd like. Whichever she thought would be the best position for someone in Bill's predicament. Once that was taken care of he would wait for her to lead the way.
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