LIKE HEAVEN TO TOUCH — MEETING

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Another? Luna thought foggily, trying to count how many days had past since the last meeting, but she couldn't remember. It was all a blur to her anyways. However, she figured that Sweetophelia would hold a meeting whenever they were necessary, and the trainee was well aware of political announcements that needed to be addressed. Sweet had already announced what was happening with Bill Cipher but had stated she would ponder more about the next action they woudl take, and if Luna was a betting girl (and she could be very good at bets at times), that would be something addressed.

She just hoped it didn't take as long as last time. Grateful that she arrived when the members were still scattered and the area wasn't crammed, the psychic settled down and let her gaze drift off as she waited.

[fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]Yay, meetings! Meetings were Lottie's favorite time of week, she was finding. It was good to just take a break from all of her work and everything else and to celebrate the accomplishments of her friends and family. Though it wasn't always good news, it was news that kept everyone together as the community they were. "Afternoon, Sweets," she would call out lightly as she took a seat, noting that she was one of the first here, alongside Luna.
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Another week, another meeting. Hana still couldn't get over the fact that these were so frequent- going from never having one in a society where they were worthless to one where countless promotions happened about every seven days was a drastic shift. Hana approached shortly after Lottie, face neutral in comparison to the normal half-smile she wore to such events. She wondered if there'd be more information about the Rebellion of Terminus, if Sweet and the Paladin Commanders and up had spoken more on the subject without the "pacifistic Paladins" to stand in their way. The Oriental mixbreed's lips curled down into a frown at the thought. Taking a seat off to the side, the chocolate and white longhair drew her tail tightly around her small frame, russet eyes fixed on Sweetophelia.
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Meetings were one of Pierce's favorite events in Blizzardclan, and, luckily for him, there was one every week. There was a lot to go through today, that much he knew - from all their joiners, to a few political changes and issues he'd heard about. The vice-leader was next to approach. Trotting over excitedly after Jerseyboy, he seated himself near Hana, casting her a glance of slight concern. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her frowning, not when there was nothing to frown about, at least - was she alright? His own lips tugging into a frown, he leaned toward the female slightly, ducking his head a bit so it was closer to hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, tail flicking over her paws. He hoped it was nothing too serious.

[fancypost=borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 18px; font-size: 9pt]He was briefly settled into the new, strange life he had thrown himself into, and his fuzzy ears perked as a meeting was called. It would be his first, and nervously, he shuffled over and took a seat at the edge, wondering what it was going to be about.

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[size=9]GENERAL:
Ahren Dante Varco-Schmidt
alliance | demiboy (he/him pronouns) | 7 months | ages at random | homosexual homoromantic | Feliciano Varco x Deutschland Schmidt (gen 2)
APPEARANCE:
MAIN: Ahren’s pelt, one of long, soft textured fur, is majorly an untainted, alabaster white, that creeps up his legs and over his back. However, his tail is a contrasting chocolate, as well as the top of his head and his ears. On the left side of his head, his spot crosses over his eye, yet doesn’t reach all the way down his face, and it continues up into his ear, but on the right side of his head, the spot barely reaches and only covers a portion of the base of his ear, leaving the rest a fleshy hue. A lone patch of brown appears on the back of his neck, separated from the rest. The feline’s eyes take on an alluring shade of soft, warm amber, just like his mother’s, and appear to have much depth when one stares into them.
ACCESSORIES: bracelet with sapphire crystal (optional), Italian flag scarf stolen from mother's corpse (optional)
PERSONALITY:
ENFP-T — The Campaigner
fiery | joyful | conflicted | extravert | stubborn | charming
FACECLAIM: APH Italy
MUSE PLAYLIST: n/a
HEALTH:
PHYSICAL: excellent
MENTAL: excellent
POWERS: n/a
ENCOUNTER:
PHYSICAL STRENGTH: easy
MENTAL STRENGTH: medium
ATTACK IN #48836c
passive actions can be powerplayed (e.g. healing, touching)

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/rushed lmao

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[align=justify][center]text. "speech." thought.Circling in the skies, it was his favorite pass time, but as he came back down to earth, he heard the call of the leader, and curiously, the male drifted toward the scene, alighting on the ground gracefully, his eyes trained on the leader. The brown and white bird was quite curious to know what would be announced today, though he was certain there was nothing of grave importance, there would still be interesting tidbits, and also just... general things which the public should know. The eagle settled down comfortably on the ground, and waited patiently for an announcement.

(rushed)

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]foxpaw perked his ears. 'another meeting? what the frick?' he hadn't gone to the last one, as he was a new member, but he had heard of the other one from a few others. padding up to the meeting place, he sat alone. the clouded leopard sniffed, his black eyeglasses falling off his nose slightly. pushing them back up with one paw, he looked down at the ground, catching sight of his pink bowtie.
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Vang moved forth in a lame track

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt; font: arial][align=justify][size=9]Was it weird that Imperia was nervous? Well, maybe nervous was the wrong word, but the prospect of attending her first ever meeting in Blizzardclan was a little intimidating. The she-wolf had gone out of her way to avoid many of the meetings back in the Exiles as it was dangerous to be surrounded by so many volatile creatures, so Perry possessed next to no experience when it came to congregating in large groups. There were just so many people, and she could not help but feel a little insecure beneath all those watchful gazes. Not like she was planning on doing anything wrong, it was just that there was no stopping hundreds of people from seeing her do something embarrassing. Keeping to herself, the lovely young creature trotted over to a less packed area, quietly taking a seat as she waited for Sweet to continue with the announcement.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:500px]Two weeks. He'd been in BlizzardClan for two whole weeks, or almost about. Shit. The wolf was thinking about that idea for a while, while his head ducked away from the brighter sun. His eyes had always been somewhat sensitive to the sun, as after all they were a light, pale blue. The wolf found himself continuing to think about the idea of his time here for a while, without meaning to. Had he made many friends? Not really. Did he have some? Sort of. Maybe. His paws shuffled in the soil at the thought. If those around him just knew his name, he'd be fine. The chocolate hued wolf found himself amongst the less-crowded areas once again but he wasn't sitting alone this meeting — as there was another wolf who was in the same vicinity as he. The skinny unofficial healer moved to sit somewhere besides Imperia — deciding to give her a gentle nod of his head. She was someone he didn't know to well, as they hadn't really interacted too much but he figured that meant there wouldn't be too much talking. He was okay with that — actually preferred it. Ben wasn't shy, just more on the quiet side of things. "Hey Imperia." His steady, deeper-voice moved from his chest as he shifted his weight to cast her another side glance. Though, that was all Ben said to her as he did the same and turned his head to tilt upwards towards Sweetophelia.

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt; font: arial][align=justify][size=9]The sound of approaching pawsteps caught her attention, and the silvery she-wolf tilted her head just enough to peer at the male moving through the crowd in her direction. She recognized him as Benjamin, but that was pretty much it. Besides the knowledge that he was close with Elliot and seemed to have a romantic past with the new woman, Lorraine, Imperia really did not know him that well. That automatically made her more wary of his presence - women she was fine around, but it was the males that made her wary. Consciously, she knew that he was safe and probably a really good guy, but she could do much to control the instinctual flinches and the way her voice seemed to become a whisper around those she was not accustomed to. "Bonjour, Benjamin." greeted the slender wolf in return, offering the handsome wolf a reserved smile.

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[center][font=times new roman]"NOW DESTINY'S CALLING OUT YOUR NAME."
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