ANTISOCIAL BUTTERFLY - [open - meet and greet]

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He took it upon himself to know every face and name in Blizzardclan so it wasn't a surprise that the kitsune was attracted by the announcement of a meet and greet. Upon catching sight of the speaker, Mieczyslaw was one hundred percent sure that the two hadn't ever met before. That was good, he'll take this time to learn what he could about the feline. "Hi, I'm Mie," the vulpes offered with a slight smile as he joined her, noting her strange white eyes. They were quite strange but appearances were just appearances, there were a lot of unique creatures out there, "and you are?"
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Boy hadn't actually met that many people yet, regardless of his general ease being around strangers. He knew several kids like himself, all of them a strange influx of lion cubs, but other than them, there were only a few BlizzardClanners whose names he had. There was Ben, and Lorraine, Sylmae and Luna, but he didn't know anyone else, at least when it came to naming them. He recognized faces easily enough, though he doubted they wanted him making up names he thought suited their appearances, or nicknames in general; Wintercub didn't appreciate it all that much, except if he made less of an attempt to be purposely confrontational, maybe he wouldn't mind. Or maybe he would- Boy wasn't about to find out, because pressing his buttons was a little too entertaining. Anyway, this seemed like a prime opportunity to expand his horizons, so the dark cub trotted over from where he'd been trying -in vain- to make sense of the little letters in books. "Hey there, I'm Boycub, but you can call me Boy or B." Cobalt eyes glanced over at the fox-thing, who introduced himself as Mie. It wasn't directed at B, but he would keep the name in mind nonetheless. "Interesting eyes you have there." He wasn't the only one getting a few apparition-y vibes, was he?
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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px][size=9]"Can you see out of those?" The eyes, he means. She doesn't have any visible pupils, from what he can see, and pupils typically allow a person to see, so— he's curious, alright? That isn't exactly the most tactful way of asking it, but perhaps his youth'll excuse him — or maybe he'll be chastised for insolence, and he'll ultimately find himself shutting up, staring at the ground and feeling generally irritable for the rest of the day, perhaps even without receiving an answer to his original inquiry. Aside from B, nobody else has bothered to bring up the fact that she's glowing— not just in the eyes, but in the mouth, when she speaks, as though she's swallowed a flame and the light is working to force its way through wherever possible. That's an interesting concept, but it also sounds wholly unrealistic; then again, everything about this place is wholly unrealistic, so maybe he ought to stop applying his own rules to everything he encounters.

This place is strange. It's large enough for him, like some others, to recognise only a small portion of the people about him, and there's an uncomfortable sensation of being swamped that likes to chase him wherever he goes, nipping at his heels if he moves too slowly. Managing it is a task best done by immersing himself in the activities that this place offers, or by attempting to make friends with little-to-no taught social skills, and that isn't always easy, but he doesn't think he's that unapproachable. If nothing else, there's a strange sort of warmth to him that just comes naturally, and even if he's setting out questions as blunt as the one that's just escaped him, he doesn't do it in a tone that intends to offend. Maybe stating that is tasteless, but he'd hate for people to view him as purposely judgemental. Even if he's slowly losing parts of his immediate empathy, he's trying to preserve whatever he has. "I mean— they're pretty cool. I like them," he remedies, sounding no less enthusiastic. It's a start.

In his typical fashion, Robincub flops down somewhere between Boycub and Fadingmoon, the former out of a strange sort of kindred spirit and the latter out of growing familiarity. It's nice, being able to look at people and think I know you. It makes him feel a little less lost. "I'm Robin, by the way. Nice to meet you."
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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=Lucida Calligraphy][align=justify]Oohh what a perfect opportunity it was to finally get to a meet and greet, especially with new members that she hasn't spoken to yet. The white angora approached the small group, flicking her tail in greet. "Hi, my name is Yuki-Onna. Pleasure to meet you," she greeted Cass with a polite smile. She's only been new here for a month and she glads glad to see some new faces to another BlizzardClanner.