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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]So... Dick didn't really know how he'd do this. He didn't know any good stories besides ones from the circus, but those were still very sensitive to talk about, for obvious reasons. The boy couldn't come up with a plot or characters to save his life, though, so he supposed writing a story was out of the question too. If he couldn't remember something like a fairytale, he didn't know what he would do! Maybe improvise? No, that would be so hard....
    The pressure was great upon the boy.
    But the time had come that he had to tell a story about something, so he might as well try his best.
    "Uh... story time! Come, uh, hear a story! By me. If you want."
    Dick gave a big smile to no one in particular. Oh boy, this was going to go... somehow.



    When Atticus thought of stories said orally, he thought of someone speaking of something they had been through, which wasn't a very good thing to have in the man's head. He would have been an awful sotry teller, the thought. His life was filled with tragedies and horrors, it was lived through one of the hardest times in history and he had struggled in one of the most vile places in the world. But even if the veteran's past was awful there were many good things that came out: Zakai, Gustave, Henry, his children... His life was awful but he was pleased with how far he had gone.
    Hearing Dick the dalmatian was lured towards the scene. Prowling over the medic smiled over to the boy before sitting down and speaking.
    "I'm all ears."


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    Current Character: Elesis


    IC: A story? The wolf quietly sighed, she really wondered why she got involved in these pointless things.
    The closest Elesis had come to telling or hearing any stories recently, was explaining what happened
    when she was ambushed in Feita. Not that any of that mattered now, not right now anyways "I supposed
    I can stay for a few moments."     The wolf replied, as emotionless as always.
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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/capture

    Hearing the child's call for a story, a light smile would come to the canine's maw. After all, he wouldn't request someone take part in a task he would have no interest in joining in himself. Well, excluding combat training considering he couldn't really take part in that due to his twisted paw and it was necessary for the clan to receive some training every now and then. While they were currently enjoying a period of peace, he had learned long ago that things in Windclan could change at any moment and, for all he knew, one of their enemies could come to attack them any day. He hoped that with the new territory that wouldn't be the case, that it would take them some time to figure out where Windclan actually was. That or he hoped that the mountainous terrain would be a bit rough on them and, at the very least, they would be delayed in their arrival. In any case, he would come to sit beside Atticus and looked towards Dick with a light smile on his maw. "I'll be listening in as well."

    Poppykit hated crowds. She would avoid this situation like the plague if it was anyone else holding this event. But it was Dick. Which was a huge exception for her. So the kitten had come over, sitting close to the front away from the older Windclanners and gave Dick a little nod. She wasn't smiling or looking excited for this, she never looked happy for anything, but she did look like she was interested. He had her full attention and support.

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Oh no. People he cared about were here. Dick swiftly decided he would have to tell something nonfiction, something he knew intimately, a story that he could always retell perfectly. He knew what it was, he just didn't know if he could talk about it yet. It was so soon, but if he wanted to impress... well. Poppykit was one of his closest friends now, and Attie and Henry were two of the most important people in the clan, it seemed. There was also Elesis, who he didn't know, but she must have been important too. The boy clenched his jaw, contemplating, green eyes staring out at them.
    "Uh... right! So. Before I came to Windclan, I uh... I was part of an acrobatics team with my family!" Dick swallowed before continuing, proud that tears hadn't already welled in his eyes. Hopefully it would stay that way, tear-free, but he couldn't be sure. "We were called the Flying Graysons and it was really cool. We performed, uh, at a circus. That was neat-o."
    His voice was starting to crack a bit, and the child paused. Were people even interested in this story? Maybe now would be a good break, to make sure he could keep his composure, and the others were still listening.

    Poppykit blinked, listening... but she was unsure she understood what he was saying. She had no idea what acrobats where. But... it involved flying apparently? "What are acrobatics?" She asks, genuinely curious. Despite how snarky and smart mouthed this small feline could be, there was still a lot in the world she did not know about since she lost her family so soon in her life. "Does it involve flying? Can you fly?" That is something she'd love to see.

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]"Acrobatics are, uh, when you do tricks up on ropes and these trapeze things all high up and stuff! It was a little bit like flying, yeah, but not really," he explained. "The rope made you fly kind of? I dunno how to put it."Dick was stumbling on his words a bit now, unsure of what to say. How to experience the feeling of flight while knowing that wasn't what you were doing. You would always come back to the bar, the rope, the end. But it was still the most amazing feeling he'd ever had. The boy shrugged, glancing down at Poppykit uncertainly. Hopefully the little aside wouldn't take too much away from the story at this point.

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    Vader arrives, having been drawn in by the story. Images from Ivan's memory flash in his mind- of the polar bear at a circus and people giving money to pet him. He would move, purposely walking between Henry and Atticus, so that his broad shoulders would knock into them. Would he apologize? No. Until Vader cooled off and read the Emperor's stupid book, Henry could suck it.


    Not that he didn't, anyways. Blasphemous Homosexuals....


    "How did you perform?" he asked, his lumbering form moving, and laying down next to Dick.