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    She had been a member here once. She had enjoyed it.


    But DarkClan...they needed her.


    Now, she was back. "HEY! NAME'S AGENT OPRAH, I WANNA DO A DUAL-MEMBERSHIP WITH DARKCLAN!" she howled, using her deafening Ms. O voice. A paw tapped on the ground impatiently as she scanned the area for any members still around.

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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]Ugh. Wolfgang hoped this wouldn't be a daily occurrence because he could he was going to be annoyed to no end if it was. The German had thoughts to just leave her standing there and not utter a peep. Though it would be rude, wouldn't it? Nothing said he had to, but guessed it won't hurt that much if he did. So, the blond trotted over with calculative blue eyes scanning over this "Agent Oprah," immediately suspicious and thinking about how he was involved in the mafia in Germany when he was a human. Mm... No, she didn't hold that type of authority like someone of an agent status wood and was too loud to be one - or perhaps she annoyed the hell out of them with her voice until they caved in. "It's fine, I guess. Welcome to GraveClan. Name's Wolfgang and no - I don't do nicknames, so don't think about it." Came his words when appearing in front of gray wolf, looking unimpressed and quite displeased.

    The loud voice booming nearby didn't startle Hendrix in the least, and the large horned canine approached this newcomer with cold, hazy eyes. She appeared to have been here before, which was interesting to say the least, and the male simply dipped his head in polite greeting despite his bitter expression. "Hendrix. Welcome back to Graveclan," his voice boomed, and he sat down beside Wolfgang, cocking his head. "I'm assuming you know this place pretty well, so a tour is not required on my behalf."


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    Oh finally, it was about time. Huffing, she would shift her gaze to Wolfgang first. "Well, you're in luck. Neither do I. Unless you like being called Agent Wolfgang, but...I'm weaning off of that." That was the perk of not being Odd Squad Director for ages and ages.


    Next was Hendrix. Hmm. He seemed interesting. "No, I will not need a tour. But thank you for the offer. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

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    Whimpering for a moment, Critter looked sourly at Ms. Oprah, a bit of a pout showing up on their face. Critter stuck their tongue out before trotting off in a show of distaste.


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    Malcolm Merlyn
    [color=white]Don't listen to your friends
    See the despair behind their eyes
    Don't listen to your friends
    they only care once in a while
    {The Draw by Bastille}


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    Already their numbers were beginning to swell. Malcolm didn't feel like he could take the credit for causing this to happen, but at least something was being done. He didn't want to step away from Graveclan until he knew it was in good paws.