SUPERIOR TENSION [o, fight]

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    DARTH VADER


    // retro to new body


    When the Emperor reentered the camp, Vader was fuming. He went right to the panther, standing on his hind legs and looming over him. "What have you done?" The lion accused, his fists curled, a snarl in his tone.


    [SWITCH - 1]


    [2]
    Vader takes a small step back and lets the words process- yes, he knew. He knew that his family had to move, if Windclan would not. The weather would only get worse, they would die... He couldn't stand to lose them again.
    His son.... He growls again, and moves, picking the Emperor up by the collar of his robe, and shaking him. "You are avoiding the subject," He said, his lenses meeting the Emperor's gaze, and reflecting the wrinkled face. "My son. You hit my son," Vader reminds the panther, shaking him again, his anger, driving him- "Why did you hit my son?"


    [SWITCH - 3]



    THE EMPEROR


    [1]


    "We both are aware of what has transpired. The territory is destroyed, the clan is one edge, and the prey has ran away. This clan is going to starve, Vader. There is nothing left here." The Emperor said, looking up at his apprentice, his claws unsheathing. "We must move. You know this. Your children are going to die." He declared, sitting up, and baring his teeth at Vader. He knew what the lion's pressure points were, and he was going to exploit them.


    [3]
    When he is grabbed, he makes no move- he glares into Vader's mask, his ears folding, and staring right at him. "You are... overstepping your boundaries, old friend." He said, arms moving to rest a paw on each of Vader's wrists. "You know I am telling the truth," He is shaken again as Vader yells at him, and his claws dig into leather. "Your premature cub was overstepping his boundaries, too. He knows nothing of respect." He hears Vader's growling, and bared his own teeth.


    "Are you quite certain you want to play this game, Lord Vader?"


    fangs °

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    Shouting. She had heard loud shouting from where she stood and quickly lifted her head in worry. Her ears flattened against her head as she cautiously walked up to Vader from behind, currently unable to see the emperor dangling in the lion's grasp. Mister Vader? Is everything alright? Sephora asked softly, making he way off to there side where she saw the hooded wildcat in Vader's grasp. The child's eyes widening a little at the sight of the conflict..
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    [size=8]♥ - Sephora - ♥

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    cover girls don't cry - 3/14

    cover girls don't cry - 3/14

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    Kunta heard the shouting as well and he'd trot over picking up what was being said between the two only catching the bit where the old fart of a panther had hit Vader's child. Honestly, he knew that he'd destroy anyone if they dared hit Sephora even if she wasn't his child but he was so fond of her that his heart and mind registered her as one. He also knew that his own father, Gildedthrone, would not tolerate anyone hitting him. He took a spot near Sephora curling his tail in a certain way trying to process what to say or do "An old panther hitting children?" He finally said narrowing his pupils "It seems that you should be more patient with children before claiming that they are passing anyone's boundaries for that matter," The melanistic titan said firmly but his voice was blunt per usual.

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    "Oh my sweet fuck, are we finally gonna do something about Lord Pervert?" The white-furred wolf slid over to the group, golden optics now completely cloaked in a deep maroon as she focused in on the hooded leopard.


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    6 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined golden optics in every form
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple gold chain headpiece; reference here; gold necklace here
    & gold bracelet here
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    diplomatic | curious | royal dignity & grace | graceful
    can be private about her true feelings | cares a great deal for everyone
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

    [center]- - - - -[fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:1.5]Alice padded over gingerly, brown optics observing the situation. She stongly disliked the Emperor, as did many - no, all - of her clanmates. It was entertaining to see Vader showing him up, but she was worried he'd get hurt. Not that the panther had any advantage over her father; she didn't want an unnecessary fight to break out. Maybe it is necessary, a small voice encouraged her slyly. Someone needs to put the old creep in his place. And who better than Vader to do it? Yet she appeared reproachful as she sat near Victorian, and only spoke up to state, "be careful," in a near whisper.


    [spoiler=it's a long way forward ☆]
    - updated 13/3/17 -
    GENERAL:
    ★ ALICE AMIDALA-SKYWALKER | FEMALE
    ★ demisexual | homoromantic
    ★ 4 months | mentally 13 months
    ★ honorguard | windclan
    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ born 20 feb to vader and padmè
    ★ promoted 13 mar to honorguard
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ LION [main] | health: 60%
    — light sandy fur, brown eyes, large and clumsy
    — minor injuries: none
    — major injuries: none
    — illnesses: moderate hypothermia [in storm-plot threads]
    PERSONALITY:
    ★ intelligent | mature | quiet
    ★ loyal | playful | awkward
    ★ opinionated | stubborn | prideful
    — has mild social anxiety
    — intj "the architect"
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ single | uninterested
    ★ parents - darth vader x padmè amidala | generation 2
    ★ siblings - pluto, almir, naomi
    ★ children - none
    POWERS:
    ★ telekinesis - discovered - 40% mastered
    ★ mind manipulation [memory, emotion, etc] - undiscovered - 0% mastered
    ★ electric elementals - undiscovered - 0% mastered
    INTERACTION:
    ★ awkward, shy, stubborn and wary
    ★ easy physically | medium mentally | untrained in fighting
    ★ starts fights, will back down occasionally if outmatched
    ★ powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ attack in #d2bfff
    OTHER:
    ★ roleplayed by alohaluna-




    THE EMPEROR


    The Emperor's claws extend, grabbing into the leather of Vader's gloves. Both of them were aware of the danger Vader is putting himself in. They both know who the victor is- well, The Emperor knows that he will always be the victor. This is Vader trying to change fate. This a Sith Apprentice who is getting too bold for his liking- and is acting stupid. If this is Vader's attempt to take his place, then he is wrong.
    [SWITCH - 1]


    [2]
    The Emperor gave a yellow smile, his ears flicking back. Did Lord Vader truly think anything belonged to him? But really, who was going to stop him? "So this is how it will be, Apprentice? You are will to challenge your Master over a scuffle?" The Emperor's claws sunk into leather, pulling, and his back legs come up to Vader's stomach, resting his paws on the chest box. "Don't try it, Apprentice. I have the high ground." He kicks off the lion, twisting out of his grasp and jumping away, landing a few feet in front of the lion, pulling out a hilt with two exhausts, a flattened V, and watched Vader exploded with rage.





    DARTH VADER



    [1]
    "This is not a game. This is an intervention." The Sith Lord hisses, his hands tightening. "I will not allow you to toy with them," It takes great strain for him to not add 'Master' of the end of that sentence, and it causes him to receive a glare. "Because they are mine," He says, bringing the Emperor's face close to his mask. He doesn't want his children to be given up for the sake of the Emperor's power, he doesn't want his sweet Alice to be turned into an Inquisitor, he doesn't want this for them, but a part of him jabs him in the side and reminds him there is nothing he can do. If the Emperor wills it, so it shall be, they said. But the screaming, angry portion of him doesn't care and wants to punch the Emperor's face in.
    He stills, noticing the grin.


    [SWITCH - 2]


    [3]
    Vader roars when the Emperor comes out of his grip, pulling the hilt from his belt and igniting the red blade. They both move, locking blades- lightning crackling between them, sizzling and sparking, pushing against each other. The Emperor moves, flipping over and catching Vader's blade between his, and disarming the lion. The hilt goes flying, and Vader grabs his face, pulling the hilt out of the leopard's mouth, poising to stab- The Emperor throws a paw up, grabbing Vader's chest box, and released the electricity from his paws.


    Lord Vader's form ignites, dropping the saber as the electricity flows through him, shaking back and forth- jolting, only falling still when the Emperor pulls away.


    Darth Vader falls to his knees, his breathing, kick-starting after long, agonizing moments, his mask in the dirt and his form, smoking.
    The Emperor places a paw on his steaming helmet, shoving it down.
    "I warned you, Apprentice."


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    Maggie was considered new in WindClan, but limping out of the medicine den the fighting started to attract the pup's attention. And unlike sensitive children, the fighting, yelling all of it wasn't new to her. So limping over to Alice and where everyone else was watching, the pup sat with interest of how fat South it was going to go. And she wasn't going to be dumb enough to break up the fight, for that would be silly, besides they both could probably kill her with out a moment to spare.


    //mobile & Ic opinions??

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    OOC:


    Current Character: Elesis


    IC: Elesis was new to windclan as well, and originally was under the impression they'd be a lot more peaceful. Not that the violence bothered her, but still, not what they expected.


    "Well, what's going on here?" They asked, monotonously as usual. The wolf sat down on the sidelines, with their typical blank expression.
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    [spoiler=Elesis Tags]
    General:
    - Name: Elesis "The Crimson Avenger"
    - Female
    - Parents: NPCs
    - Mentally Unstable
    - 17 Moons
    - Lack of Emotion
    - Warrior of Windclan and Blizzardclan
    Appearance:
    - Wolf
    - Primary: Crimson Red
    - Secondary: Black Markings
    - Eyes: Amber-OC ref made in
    Injuries:
    - None
    Powers/Abilities:
    - Seeing/absorbing spirits
    - Flame Manipulation
    - Can Weaponize her blood (Obvious weakness being the need to use her own blood.)
    - Azure/Crimson glow depending on what power's being used.
    - Temporary Body Enhancements (undiscovered, only when in strict danger)
    [color=orange]Combat/Chat:
    - Powerful Physically and mentally
    - Bold is used for talking
    - Italics are used thinking
    - Blue is for when I'm using powers
    - Use Green if you need my attention
    - Use Red to attack
    - Ask for severe injury/kill

    "That is quite enough," His words were stern and reminiscent of the time he'd run his floor in the hospital. He would look towards those that surrounded the duo first. "Someone please go get Atticus, Vader should be looked at after all of this," After speaking, he would turn to face Ilruuk, anger swimming in his gaze as he faced the larger creature. Anger surged through his every bone as he glared at the old man. Why was he so cruel? Why had he been allowed to hurt Vader and his children so often without any consequences? He felt he was above the rest, it seemed, but Henry was determined to now prove him otherwise. "When you first arrived, you injured Vader. Recently, you have hurt his son and now, here we are once again, with you intentionally fighting Vader. You have broken two of our clan's most important rules; those being to never harm another clanmate and to never harm a child. I am sure you're aware of what consequences follow for such behavior. I do not view myself as an unreasonable man and I will allow you to put forth your reasoning and defense but I will not allow this to go on for a moment longer," The only thing he could possibly compare this to would be when he mandated his floor to start washing their hands and they refused to. In that case, he had seen it as a threat to someone's life and here it was the exact same situation. Even if Ilruuk hadn't actually taken someone's life, his actions could (intentionally or unintentionally) lead to that and he wasn't willing to take that risk any longer.


    @ATTIE HACKSAW .



    After the command Henry gave to no one specific, an NPC was able to reach Atticus soon after he was requested to tend to the scene. His bag was on the floor and he did not want to waste too much time getting it over his shoulders and by his side. The medic would simply raise the canvas satchel up in his maw before following the running NPC towards the site of the battle that was going on. Iron hung in the air as well as a singing smell of burning? What? The freckled canine sent Henry a rather confused look before stepping close to Vader, paws feeling over his neck in search for a pulse as he asked to whoever was going to answer.
    "What's goin' on here?" His voice sounded rather panicked, this was a little different then most of the things he had to handle. Lightsabers were weapons that were very foreign to the medic and he quite honestly did not know of their effects on a mortal body.


    //List of injuries?


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    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/17

    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/17



    THE DETECTIVE;;


    "Dad?" His son padded up, trying to see how un-okay his dad was before coughing at the smoke. He stepped back reluctantly and turned to Ilruuk with a snarl, standing beside Henry. The cub would not attack but he had made the mistake of showing emotion.


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    The Emperor would take his paw off Vader, and look Henry up and down, lips slightly pursed and eyes narrow. The sulfuric gaze locked eyes with Henry, a low rumble stirring in his throat. "You cannot even begin to understand the way of our kind, Jekyll." The leopard said, fixing his paws to the ground. "You lack the power." He said, turning to leave. Did they really think they had the power to punish him? Did they think bothering him was worth their lives? "He will be fine." He said, gesturing to Vader. "Only enough shock to force the breakers to flip." He would move off, beginning to walk back to his home.


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    Lord Vader steadily got up, his shoulders heaving, and pressing a few of the switches on the box. He pushed Atticus' paws away- they had reached under his mask and got dangerously close to his skin. "Henry." He said, looking at the canine, lest he try to stop the Emperor. "Don't."



    As his helping hand was pushed away, Attie would slump back and stare. He wasn't going to force his services upon someone who did not want them. Nodding his head towards Vader, Attie would show that he respected his space by leaving him on his own. At least for now as things were starting to clear up. The dalmatian would lift his gaze over to the Emperor, eyes blazing with rage once again, an emotion that was just starting to grow onto the veteran.
    "He doesn't need to understand you." The soldier would say through a tightened maw. "You are with us, so you need to understand our ways an' this-" He gestured towards Vader quickly before continuing on.
    "This ain't our way. We've given' you many chances, Emperor, you're pushin' it."
    The man would speak sternly, a voice he only usually used when commanding his team of medics on the battlefield back in the heat of World War Two. This certainly was no war, but the leopard now he was a warlord.


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    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/17

    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/17

    [center]- - - - -[fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:1.5]The child's breath hitched as the fight only got worse. She wasn't stupid; she knew Vader was losing, but she didn't have the courage to intervene. Did anyone, really? Alice flinched as the sabers clashed, though the young cub's chocolate eyes widened in awe as they sparked and crackled with power. As her father's made a hasty escape from the battle, she hurried to retrieve it for him - and abandoned her mission as Ilruuk ended the fight.


    "Dad!" she cried, anxious. His breathing was irregular and face in the ground; this infuriated Alice, and she darted over to join her brother at their sides. "Stop it!" she shouted to the leopard, anger lacing her tone and concern overwhelming fear. The child wasn't brave enough to make any move towards Ilruuk, though lashed her tail and pulled back her lips aggressively. Nobody messed with her father and got away without a glare.


    [spoiler=it's a long way forward ☆]- updated 13/3/17 -
    GENERAL:
    ★ ALICE AMIDALA-SKYWALKER | FEMALE
    ★ demisexual | homoromantic
    ★ 5 months | mentally 13 months
    ★ guardian | windclan
    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ promoted 13 mar to honorguard
    ★ promoted 20 mar to guardian
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ LION [main] | health: 60%
    — light sandy fur, brown eyes, large and clumsy
    — minor injuries: none
    — major injuries: none
    — illnesses: moderate hypothermia
    PERSONALITY:
    ★ intelligent | mature | quiet
    ★ loyal | playful | awkward
    ★ opinionated | stubborn | prideful
    — has mild social anxiety
    — intj "the architect"
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ single | uninterested
    ★ parents - darth vader x padmè amidala | generation 2
    ★ siblings - pluto, almir, naomi
    ★ children - none
    POWERS:
    ★ telekinesis - discovered - 40% mastered
    ★ mind manipulation [memory, emotion, etc] - undiscovered - 0% mastered
    ★ telepathy - undiscovered - 0% mastered
    ★ electric elementals - undiscovered - 0% mastered
    INTERACTION:
    ★ awkward, shy, stubborn and wary
    ★ easy physically | medium mentally | untrained in fighting
    ★ starts fights, will back down occasionally if outmatched
    ★ powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ attack in #d2bfff
    OTHER:
    ★ roleplayed by alohaluna-

    Henry's anger only surged more as Ilruuk would address him. At the sound of his old name, his ears would pin against his head and he would step forward. That was what Hyde still called him and he could hardly stand even that. "That is not my name," The words were a near snarl. "I don't care if I understand. You need to follow the rules of Windclan so long as you desire to stay here. If you don't, there will be consequences. I don't care who you are, you are not above the law," His words were firm and cold. When the old panther would simply turn away, he began to walk forward with the intentions of following him. "What do you mean, don't?" He would now turn on Vader, clearly not having calmed down much at all. "I-I can't just let him waltz about and let him do whatever he wishes! It's unethical, Vader! He's a threat and letting him just do what he wants makes me appear as though I don't care! How do you expect me to respond?"

    "The ways of the Sith outweigh the ways of a clan." The Emperor said, his tail flicking. "The Master must prove his dominance, lest the Apprentice replaces him. Vader has challenged my authority. I show who's in charge. So I've punished my Apprentice, hit a runt out of anger, and scared a few others. You are more biased and want the first chance to rid of me, Henry. This, is what I see." He turns, looking at Vader. "You may tell them, but only a little." And the Emperor left, slamming the door of his home behind him.


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    The lion would slowly stand. "He is only one leopard, Henry. You have better things to do." He rolled his shoulders. "I, on the other hand... I must obey my Master."


    "Let him be, Jekyll. He is more than capable of fighting his way out."



    THE DETECTIVE;;


    "Dad if he wants to be called Henry or Dr. Hacksaw call him that! Don't be like Ilruuk." His son stepped forward, actually looking like he had a backbone for once in his life. "But besides that you know what I find odd? You always tell us to be strong, to stand up for ourselves. Multiple times have I been brushed aside because my intelligent sister or my strong brother have more worth than I do. Yet you stand here defeated telling us that you must obey your 'master', he's nothing more than a slobbering mangy stupid poacher and I just can't see why you allow him to hold himself so high. You tell us to be strong when you allow yourself to be pushed and prodded around by likes of him!"


    Pluto had cracked, and at his father of all people. His fur crackled to life with electricity, eyes burning with the same spark. Why this of all things had set him off was beyond anyone's knowledge but with those final words the cub left the scene for his house. He had decided to live on his own instead of with his family.


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