SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME // open, joining

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    Looks like she was back in the territory of the Clans again. And this particular one? BlizzardClan, if she recalled correctly. Aphra made her way towards the border and gave a stretch before she called out, "Aphra Cipher, here to join!" She knew someone would be here eventually, so why waste time waiting for someone to address her?
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    and now she's looking for
    a downtown man — tags

    Jerseyboy had spotted the white she-cat at the bottom of the staircase from a distance away, and he had just presumed that she was either joining or bearing news. Either way, nothing seemed odd about her. In fact, she was sort of pretty, but for some reason he didn't feel up to charming her. In fact, he had been way less flirtatious than he had been when he had first joined, and now he was starting to notice it. It was strange of him, but perhaps he just saw everyone here as a friend and not a target for him to acquire.


    The tuxedo tom was about to part his maw and speak when the stranger beat him to it. "Aphra Cipher, here to join!" Nothing else registered with him. Not her first name, not her intentions; just the name that they both shared: Cipher.


    He felt his words catch in his throat, and his green eyes narrow in realization. What the fuck? Who could this possibly be? A sister? A niece? There were so many possibilities since Bill impregnated just about any female out there, including his poor mother. The thought of it made his muscles tense and bitterness bubble up in him, though he tried to keep himself composed.


    "Jerseyboy. Welcome to th' group." The Paladin would say, his words much quieter than usual. He avoided visual contact with his apparent family member afterwards. There were no more words from him. He wondered, just for a moment, if Bill actually knew who this was. If he actually cared for her. "No", He would think to himself. "He's a fuckin' bastard." Knowing that he was a direct spawn of that murderer, that rapist, that tyrant, nearly made him stick to his stomach. All of these negative thoughts only made standing in front of Aphra worse, and he felt the urge to run away, though his paws were rooted to the ground.
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    [center]ALEKSEI
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    [font=georgia]In the few days following his talk with Sweetophelia and his perceived public embarrassment by his mother in the meeting, Aleksei was moody and sulky. The jet colored creature had avoided the camp and even the family home, preferring solitude over the presence of his mother and even his brother. The nights were spent at the clearing and pool he had discovered on one of the islands and he fell asleep to the lullaby of the water over rocks. He probably hadn't been back to the camp for at least one or two days now.


    On a whim, he decided to descend the islands to wander the lands underneath. It was on the walk when he heard the voice call out. First thing that he noticed wasn't that there was someone here to join, but the last name Cipher. Aleksei let out a small snort of disgust but approached the scene quietly. And shit, if it wasn't his favorite person in the world.


    If he could show disgust on his face, he would've. Formed from what he had seen of the BlizzardClanner, Aleksei had no opinion of Jerseyboy except that he was a degenerate, unfit to even look his mother's way, but yet, the persistent bastard kept nagging and worrying at his mother like some sort of tick. The same as all the other degenerates there hoping to court Sweetophelia. Aleksei, if given the chance not to be punished for it, would've probably killed all of them. There was something that disgusted him about how quickly they rushed in after the news of her separation from his father.


    Instead of offering words to either of them, Aleksei merely came into view, showing his presence there as he looked from Jerseyboy back to Aphra.

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    [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt; font: arial][align=justify][size=9]Early that morning, the petite young wolf rose from her slumber and quickly set off to start her day. It had mostly been filled with skimming through some books and studying the native plants; a very scholarly way to start the day. It was only when her stomach began to ache around noon did the girl realize that she had yet to actually eat anything. Peri could consume information to quench her thirst for knowledge, but it did nothing when it came to actually sustaining her physical form. Julian would probably chide her for overlooking breakfast all the time - he had become somewhat of a father figure to her. It was nice. After she fed herself, the introverted girl decided to descend the staircase and see if there were any newcomers to chat with.


    It had seemed like a good idea until she unwittingly entered a very tense situation. Tense for her, at least. The group consisted of Jerseyboy, a lovely snowy hued femme, and Aleksei. The latter had arrived without saying a single word and instead chose to brood silently off to the side. Imperia gulped - the boy was younger than her but by far more intimidating that she would ever hope to be. Careful to give the male a wide berth, the silver she-wolf approached silently. Once she found a suitable place near Jerseyboy, the girl rolled back onto her haunches and offered a reserved smile to the stranger. "Hello," she greeted kindly. "My name is Imperia. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you."


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    Jerseyboy was a cutie -- and she'd certainly wouldn't change her mind just because they were related. Aphra was Bill's daughter, though she never met her mother. Never cared to, really. Bill didn't care for her, but she certainly looked up to him. But since Bill's mind went corrupted, Aphra started to disapprove of them. What happened to them being such a well-known rapist? Seems like they put that in the past, but why? Aphra longed to have as many kids as him, though she'd likely love them, unlike her father. Ah, oh well. Aphra supposed she could continue the Cipher linage, even if Bill wasn't. "Jerseyboy and Imperia." Aphra echoed the names with a hum. "Imperia's such a beautiful name. You're lucky to have it." Meanwhile, her own name meant 'dirt', but she wasn't going to admit that.
    Aphra's gaze slowly went to Aleksie, whom didn't say anything. "You have a name, doll?" She directed the question towards him.
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    [fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]Cipher? As in, Bill Cipher? Lottie didn't often get involved in politics, trying to take the high ground as a Medic, but she knew the name Cipher well enough int he recent days. Wasn't he the one that had murdered a BlizzardClanner in cold blood on the border? And surely that was no fault of this Aphra, but the connection to the name was a sore thing to have, that much was sure. Still, she padded up with a warm smile on her face, the panther as gentle and sweet as she always was. "A pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Aphra. I am Iselotta Daaé, our Head Medic. Welcome to BlizzardClan."
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    Silently, the kit approached. She took a seat next to Iselotta, trusting her more than the others. She bit her tongue before speaking. "R-Rufescent... s-some c-call me Ruth." She squeaked, voice quiet. She wrapped her fluffy tail around her paws, licking her chops lightly. Her green gaze studied those around her.


    Ruth wasn't sociable. She wasn't sure why she was here, speaking to an outsider. Maybe it was because it was the way her Ma and Pa raised her. Raised her to be friendly, no matter what. She was doing this for them. Yeah. That and she herself had been an outsider not too long ago. So, she gazed at the newcommer, eyes a bit filled with pity.
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    [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt; font: arial][align=justify][size=9]"Imperia's such a beautiful name. You're lucky to have it."


    She ducked her head shyly, a pretty smile crossing her lips at the compliment. If wolves could blush, her narrow visage would be stained a bright red. "M-merci beaucoup," Imperia did not often receive positive comments about her person - she tended to pass by unnoticed. At least, that's what she thought; Peri did not think highly of herself. Another cause for her sheepishness was the fact that she had actually given herself the name "Imperia." Her parents never cared much for her and only referred to her as "pup" or "girl." Imagine growing up as Pup Arceneau. The trainee cringed inwardly at the memory. "I mean, um, thank you."


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    CAPITALISM KILLS — loveletter — blizzardclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Love was fond of new people, for that often meant more people to surround herself with, more people to allow her mind to drift away into places where the intrusive thoughts couldn't catch her. Thus, the calico held a wide grin on her face as she approached, but it didn't seem as genuine a sit could have been, for her eyes didn't crinkle nor glow, and her skin and fur seemed to hang from her very bones. "What up, Oprah," she greeted, purposefully botching the name in order to make a reference no one present would understand. "I'm Loveletter. Do I get a car too?"

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    [fancypost=borderwidth: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;]☾ ✧・ﾟ: * How interesting that this girl's surname was Cipher. Luna was sure she had heard it before, and it had only taken her a moment before making the connection to the infamous (though hardly relevant to her) Bill Cipher— the same one that the clan hated for his murder victims, the same guy who lead the clan that Sweetophelia had been considering starting a war with. Luna could tell that those around her recognized the name, their auras uneasy enough to make Luna herself uncomfortable, despite not being wary of the Cipher descendant herself. She recognized something was off with her spiritually, but children were not their parents' beliefs and personalities.


    "Welcome, then," Luna said breezily as she came to stand next to Loveletter, her voice having a knowing lilt to it, though her gaze didn't stray from Aphra. "My name's Luna. If you have any questions, feel free to ask somebody," she continued, careful to leave out any mention of herself answering them. She'd rather not unless it came down to it.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce had negative experiences with Ciphers, to say the least. The first time he had run into one, it had been the one and only Bill Cipher. They hadn't harmed him physically, but as they had been godfather of the Cartel at that point, they were pretty much responsible for the torture he had had to endure. A few months after meeting Bill, he met their daughter, Pippa. She was also in the Cartel, and had captured and tortured him. Needless to say, this wasn't fun. Not for Pierce, at least.


    That being said, he didn't immediately hate all Ciphers he met - they couldn't help that Bill was their father. That didn't stop him from being cautious around them, though, and who could blame him? So, naturally, when he heard Aphra's call, he was a bit tentative to approach. He did, though, despite the calming breaths it took. When he appeared, his usual friendly smile was tugging at his lips. "Welcome, miss Aphra! I'm Pierce, the vice-leader here. Is there anything I can do for you?"

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    "welcome to BLIZZARDCLAN!" october roared as he sauntered toward the joiner, his shrill voice piercing the air noisily - he was actually kind of surprised by how loud his cry was, considering his age. maybe his vocal chords were maturing faster than he'd thought! he certainly hoped so... he couldn't wait until he could roar as loud as his dad!


    the baby dragon grinned at aphra gleefully, his stubby tail swishing back and forth. "i'm october! nice to meet you, miss!" he hummed, his blue eyes crinkling, practically glowing with cheer. this lady looked nice - her name was pretty, too, so that was a good sign - people with pretty names were usually kind. or they were in october's experience, anyway.


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    Aphra could notice the way some of the BlizzardClanners appeared to be wary of her; or at least didn't seem to fully trust her yet. Who could blame them, though? Aphra looked up to Bill, though they never really paid any attention to her and her siblings. Who were, ironically, the personification of the Seven Deadly Sins. You'd think Bill would care slightly more about them, but they didn't. Yours truly was the personification of lust, a succubus at that. Everyone here looked just as pretty as the next, although she seemed to take particular liking to Pierce and Aleksei. "And a pleasure to meet you as well," Aphra responded to Loretta with a smile before turning to Rufescent. "There's no need to be nervous, sweetie." The white she-car cooed. "I won't hurt you, honest." Harming kits weren't her thing. No, she quite enjoyed seeing the little ones.


    Aphra chuckled a bit in reply to Imperia. "You speak in another language? Perhaps you should teach me sometime." She chirped. Merci was Italian, wasn't it? She wasn't sure. When Loveletter came over and spoke, she tilted her head. "A car? What would you need that for?" She mused. What would anybody in this world need one for? Perhaps to kill multiple enemies, but how could you even drive it at all? "Thanks. I'll be sure to ask if I have any questions." She responded to Luna. To Pierce, she shook her head, studying the vice-leader for a few seconds. "No, I think I'll be good for now. 'Less you'd be interested in a drink or something later?" She purred. She was practically a year older than him, but she didn't seem to care. He was kinda cute.


    Aphra laughed at October. "Well! Aren't you a loud one?" She mused. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, too, cutie-pie." Now this, this wasn't her trying to flirt with October. Nah, she knew better than to flirt with kits. This was more of mother-to-child speak.


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    [font=georgia]More and more people seemed to arrive and Aleksei decided that he didn't want to deal with everyone there so he began to leave. However, Aphra's address towards him caused him to halt and there was an irritated huff from his jaws. There was something he hated about nicknames, especially unnecessary and doting ones. Sweetie.


    He turned his head slightly, demeanor stiff, as he offered coldly, "Don't call me that."

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #F3574A]「 honestly, I wanna see you be — brave 」


    Nervous? She wasn't nervous. She was in the protection and comfort of her clanmates. They'd protect her. Oh. The stutter. "O-Oh! I-I'm not n-nervous! I-I was b-born with this d-dumb s-stutter." She corrected the other with a small smile before listening to Aleski. Oh. He was a grump. Some folk weren't kind here, she noted.
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    Aleksei wasn't a nickname person, huh? "Alright then." Aphra purred in amusement. "You still didn't give me a name, though. I gave you mine." Not that Aleksei asked, of course. She kinda forced that information on him. The white she-cat turned to Ruth again. "Ah, I see." From what Bill talked of, she had a sibling herself whom had a tendency to stutter. Did Aphra care for her? Absolutely not; she was full-grown cat and was afraid of everything, and was seen as weak in Bill's eyes, and so she would be the same to Aphra. "Well, it's still nice to meet you all the same!"
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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]What was this? A new joiner? Sweetophelia approached the group that had formed, opting for more neutral grounds by coming to stand with Luna and Loveletter. She had not been ignorant of Aleksei's new sulky attitude, and although she was irritated by her son's recent avoidance of her, his brother, their camp and home, Sweetophelia didn't have the time nor the inclination to address Aleksei in the moment. So, the BlizzardClan leader focused her pale eyes on Aphra, smiling slightly. The family name "Cipher" had certainly caught her attention. There was a statement to be made in the fact that Aphra had retained her father's surname, but Sweetophelia didn't comment on it. "Hey, you're joining BlizzardClan, right?" the tall Ragdoll cat spoke up, her dark tail swaying gently. "Well, I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen. It's a pleasure to meet you, Aphra - if you ever need anything, just come talk to me."
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