IT'S MOMENTS LIKE THIS WHERE SILENCE IS GOLDEN // open, joining

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    Floating islands. Now that wasn't a sight you saw often, even from his home. Damien glanced up at the islands, noting that there were animals walking around here and there. They'd spot him soon, surely.


    Damien laid down on the grass, tail flicking as he waited.


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    ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    Lottie would indeed notice someone out of place, gazing around as if waiting for someone. Flicking an ear, she would approach as she tilted her head, looking over the newcomer with a smile. "Bonjour! You're in BlizzardClan. Who are you?" The general questions would be given as Lottie sat, flicking her tail over her paws. "I am Iselotta Daaé, one of our Medic Trainees."

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Teleporting over to join Iselotta, Sweetophelia came to stand beside the Medic Trainee, her pale lilac eyes curious as she looked over at the unfamiliar animal. He vaguely resembled a vulpine, or perhaps even a feline or canine, but his colouring was extremely unusual. Was this perhaps a new species? Or simply an interesting mutation in terms of colouring? "Hello there." She only greeted him for the time being, waiting for him to answer Iselotta's questions first.
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    "Greetings." the vixen greeted bluntly as she padded up next to Sweet and Lottie, eyeing the stranger curiously.

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    Wow -- okay. Three BlizzardClanners showing up like that was not what Damien expected. The Umbreon blinked in surprise for a few moments, especially at Sweetophelia, who just appeared out of thin air (which wasn't exactly abnormal as he could do that, but normally he was the one sneaking up on someone). "Damien's the name." He responded, sitting up. Now, how was he supposed to do to get them to let him join? They were exactly trainers, and clearly didn't have any pokèballs with them. Did he just ask? No, that's not how you did it in his world. And these BlizzardClanners didn't seem to be in a defensive stance, either, so there wasn't going to be a fight...
    "I've got a question." Damien went on, clearing his throat. "What do you have to do to join your team?" Great Arceus, even that felt wrong.


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    She gave an aside glance. She was about to say "go to Odd Squad Academy and come back to me with that question", but nope. "Well, nothing really. If you can hunt and fight, you're in. If you can't, you're still in anyway because auto-acceptance." She shrugged. "The name's Agent Olive, I'm a Trainee here."

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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce arrived next, squeezing into the space between Sweet and Lottie. He peered curiously at Damien, glad to be safe among his three clanmates. He fixed his gaze intently on the male, expression reserved. Listening to what the newcomer and Olive were saying, he gave a quick nod. "Of-of course you're free to join," he said softly, smiling. He brought his long tail to brush over his burn, feeling a slight twinge of pain as his fur swept over the raw skin. Would anyone notice? He hoped not - he was already quite self-conscious about it. "Uh, I'm Pierce by the way. Vice-leader."

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    "Agent Olive the Trainee, Iselotta Daae the Medic Trainee, and Pierce the Vice Leader, correct?" Damien echoed each member who introduced themselves, flicking his gaze over them for a few moments. He looked at Sweetophelia, as if expecting her to speak, but didn't demand her to.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]"And Nathaniel," the serval murmured, ghosting up. Well, and Sweetophelia, but he trusted that the leader could introduce herself. He studied the unusual looking animal curiously, only half trying to make sure his gawking wasn't too obvious. "If you don't mind em asking, where are you from?"


    And Nathaniel. Damien repeated in his mind, nodding at Nathaniel. At his question, Damien laughed. "I'm from a faraway region known as Johto. It's a lot different from here, if I do say so myself. You guys are, hmm, how should I put it... Normal?" Of course, he wasn't aware that these creatures could shapeshift, which was an ability that wasn't common with very many Pokémon. Only Legendaries... and Ditto, for some reason. And maybe more, but the point was: it wasn't a very commonly know ability.
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    [CURRENT][/color] black wolf with yellow markings and red eyes
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    no mental disabilities
    PERSONALITY:
    cold, calculating, studies everyone, judgemental
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; homoromantic, homosexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
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    played by maple
    tag: #damienumbreon
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    [center][fancypost=border-width=0; width: 450px; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify;]"Normal?" Ivylee echoed with confusion, ears pricked as she approached the others, resting her gaze upon the new joiner with her head titled. What did he mean by that... normal? "I don't know if anyone is normal, really!" Of course not! Everyone was unique in their own special way. The blue and ivory canine felt herself smiling as she continued to study the unfamiliar creature, quite admiring his interesting ebony appearance. With joy, the little fluffball then bounced on her paws, her smile only growing. "Anyways, I'm Ivylee! It's nice to meet you, Damien! Johto sounds interesting... what's it like there?" She couldn't help but ask, always curious in hearing about places which she had no knowledge of previously.

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    Damien stifled a laugh at Ivylee's comment. While he would have agreed if he were back in his own world, this one seemed normal so far. Of course, that was 'so far'. He still had yet to experience what true power these creatures held. At the mention of describing his home region, his ears perked up. "I have been around much outside my town," He admitted. "But it's really, really nice there. Kind of humid at times, but y'know, easy fix." He shrugged. Some Pokémon could control the weather, though again. His type didn't control it, but (once again) some Legendaries and others did. Vaporeon could, he knew that for sure, and Espeon were able to feel the weather.
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    damien | male (he/him) | rank of clan here; team skull grunt (just a title)| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] black wolf with yellow markings and red eyes
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    no mental disabilities
    PERSONALITY:
    cold, calculating, studies everyone, judgemental
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; homoromantic, homosexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    [color=black]OTHER:
    played by maple
    tag: #damienumbreon
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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"I'm Sweetophelia," she spoke up, smiling when the oddly-coloured wolf revealed his intentions to join BlizzardClan. "We're always happy to welcome new members into the clan - " the BlizzardClan leader clarified. " - regardless of their personal abilities." These days, resources such as food and water were usually extremely easy to come by with the development of powers and it was no trouble to take in dependents so long as they were loyal to BlizzardClan and their new clanmates, she was satisfied. There were plenty of ways to contribute towards one's clan outside of the traditional means. "So in your home region - Johto - is it the norm for animals to be grouped into 'teams'?" Obviously in the clan regions, the typical political structure was clans, but there were occasional outliers such as Westeros or the Knights of Eden.
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    Ah, so Sweetophelia was her name. Damien nodded at her questions. "Well, those who were raised or captured by Trainers, that is." He sort of corrected himself. "Wild [b]Pokémon can live in packs and groups, but that's usually exclusive to my evolution line, Poochyena's line, Electrike's line, and Shinx's line."[/b] Those were the ones he could remember at the top of his head, anyway. Anything that was dog- or wolf-like lives in packs, while creatures who were similar to lions stayed in prides. Most Pokémon were solitary creatures.
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    damien | male (he/him) | rank of clan here; team skull grunt (just a title)| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] black wolf with yellow markings and red eyes
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    no mental disabilities
    PERSONALITY:
    cold, calculating, studies everyone, judgemental
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; homoromantic, homosexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    [color=black]OTHER:
    played by maple
    casual character, please don't promote! (titles are fine)
    tag: #damienumbreon
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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Trainers? Pokemon? Evolution lines? Poochyenas? Electrikes? And Shinxs? That was the first time she had heard Damien dropping such vocabulary into the conversation. And none of the words rang familiar to her. "So your trainer would be the equivalent of a clan leader?" Except for the fact that Sweetophelia herself had hardly ever had to "capture" or "raise" any of her own members. "That's interesting," she settled, uncertain what to make of Damien's strange and new descriptions.
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    Speaking of normal, here came a shapeshifting kitsune, on a goat. No, he was actually carrying the goat.. what.


    Ignoring the fact that his writer had broken the fourth wall, Charlot tightened his grip on Fluffy, grunting with exertion as he carried the large mountain goat towards the group that had formed by the border-line.
    Fluffy refused to walk down the stairs of the island, making it impossible to find any decent grazing grounds for her, ugh, Charlot knew that we would eventually just give up and plant his goat her own personal field that she could graze at any time..that would actually be easier than it sounds.


    The large white kitsune would slowly descend from the sky, dust filling the air as his wings pumped in a slightly frantic attempt to control his descent, rather unsuccessfully though. Charlot panted as he quickly lowered Fluffy onto solid ground, releasing a loud, exhausted moan before his wings seemed to pop out of existence, causing him to fall onto his back, limbs splaying around him.
    He would glare at Fluffy out of the corner of his eye, scowling slightly before shifting his gaze towards the rather odd looking animal that wished to join Blizzardclan, slowly regaining his breath and waiting until he could get up in the process.


    "Sorry for dropping in so unexpectedly.." A rather cheesy grin seemed to overtake his maw, metaphorical eyebrows wiggling as Charlot watched the newcomer, eagerly awaiting his reaction. "What's wrong, fox got your tongue?"

    Damien tilted his head at Sweetophelia's question. 'Clans' were clearly what these creatures lived in, and 'leader' was pretty much self-explanatory. "I suppose they would, yes." He nodded. Though to him, this whole 'auto-acceptence' thing was odd. But hey, he traveled here, he had to get used to these Clans' customs.


    Charlot's extrance certainly surprised him; he wasn't entirely sure how to react at first. Damien stared, before giving a little laugh. This kitsune looked almost like a Ninetails -- or a Vulpix -- but also... different? And he was sure that this wasn't their 'Alola form'. "You're fine." He finally responded to Charlot's first statement. "So, uhh, do you ride that goat often?" Gogoats were typically rode by trainers, but hardly ever other Pokémon.


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    Upon spotting the newcomer, the half-blind deputy let his good eye spot his figure for him, padding over with a soft wag of his deep azure tail. If normal was what the guy thought of the clanmates, he was in for a surprise. "Hello," Mack said, offering a light smile. "I'm Mack, a deputy here. Would you like a tour of the islands? You can ride on my back." To emphasize, he outstretched a wing, his blind eye would have been soarkling had it not been for the thick eyepatch.

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