HEARD YOU GUYS HAD A WIN[o, sanctum gifts]HERE'S TO THE SHADOWFAM

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    WELL, I KNOW YOU LAY IN BED, CONTEMPLATING YOUR OWN DEATH
    Well, just look at what you've done. Don't you dare forget the sun love.—


    Nick had jumped at the chance to meet up with Davet and speak to him about joining the mafia, even if it was through giving gifts. Davet had approached him once before and he had told him he was uncertain as to what division he would be best in. He had understood and told him to contact him when he could when he had an answer. He had only brought his case along with him this time, trudging through the thick forest to find the border.


    Sitting down at the border he gave a holler. He'd put on a show with how he presented the gifts once a few people had arrived. "Hey Shadowclan, got some gifts for you all from the Sanctum."
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    [center]FINCH HARBRINGER GRIMM
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    "the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]
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    [color=#85aff2]Finch approached on short, white legs. Her blue eyes danced as she swept her gaze over the gifts. She loved interacting with the Sanctum - they had a great spirit, and while they were still a bit small, they made sure to give all of their allies a good amount of attention, to make them feel respected. As a matter of fact, she believed that Duchess had just been here a day or two ago.
    [color=white]"Hey! Thanks so much - you must be tired, can I get you anything?"


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    GAMEOVER

    "Gifts! I haven't seen gifts since people stopped worshiping mysterious figures in the sky. Now you kids with your, ah, what was it called, Skyclan? Moonclan? Those dead cats in the sky that some losers believe in." Gameover chirped as she literally popped onto the scene in the poof of white smoke. The demon wasn't all blood and murder, she could have fun. It was important to take breaks between slaughtering entire tribes to treat oneself. "How rude of me, where are my manners?" The white fennec fox would say the words with a grin, flashing a row of perfectly triangular teeth at Nicholas. "I don't believe we've met yet. Gameover. And thank you for the lovely gifts. It is much appreciated."

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    WELL, I KNOW YOU LAY IN BED, CONTEMPLATING YOUR OWN DEATH
    Well, just look at what you've done. Don't you dare forget the sun love.—


    Nick smiled at Finch before turning to Gameover. "I do not know what religion you speak of miss but the Sanctum worships our matron protector Herthe. It is nice to meet you though." He did not refer to Herthe as a goddess, after Marco he was unsure if their was a species that was born a god. To him they were only immortal protectors with immense power, god or goddess was just a title like leader or deputy.


    Turning to his case he whispered 'Parvus concupiscentiae introeuntes munera' before clicking it open to revealed small gifts that would take on the desires of those who came to receive one.
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    huh, sanctum was most definitely a rather potentially good group. they had been treating shadowclan well with frequent interactions. as she approached, marie could not suppress the smile that rose to her expression. even with gameover's odd comments. "what sort of language is that?" the female inquired, her keen ears picking up on the male's whispers to the little gifts he bore.
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    louise w.k.p.h.p.g.n.m . shadowclan, bloodclan, and the rift . duskreacher [shc] member [bc] member [tr]
    KEEP TALKING SMACK, I DONT GIVE A SHIT — tags

    approaching behind marie, the scornful demoness raised one eyebrow. she had seen the sanctum around before, and most likely she might join it someday, but she wasn't feeling up to it recently.


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    [fancypost=background: transparent; width: 500px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Genji always appreciated diplomacy and celebration. Before he'd been turned into a cyborg, and had still been all cat, he had celebrated... a lot. A lot more than was necessary. He'd thrown parties every weekend for no reason at all, just trying to see people and honestly get with them. He'd been a playboy before the incident.


    The mostly robotic Japanese bobtail tailed behind Louise, a familiar face from his joining. He still had yet to get used to Shadowclan, and had been following those he'd met around a bit more than they might have realized. Whoops.
    The language that the Sanctum member had spoken was unknown to him. While English was not his first language, the only other one he spoke was Japanese. However, even then, he usually only spoke it when he was feeling intense emotion. Whether that was rage, giddiness, or incredible sadness didn't matter.
    "Thank you," Genji murmured as he cast his gaze on the gifts. They all seemed to be wrapped so neatly, he would have hated to tear the paper apart.



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    WELL, I KNOW YOU LAY IN BED, CONTEMPLATING YOUR OWN DEATH
    Well, just look at what you've done. Don't you dare forget the sun love.—


    "It's Latin, the only language this gosh darn case seems to respond to." He said with a laugh, sitting down. Gesturing to the boxes inside the case he spoke once more. "You're all welcome to take one, I'm sure you'll be surprised as to what the boxes hold."


    //each box is about the size of a shoe box, any item that your character desires of that size will be found inside their box
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    Latin? Evren had to admit, it seemed like it would be a little cool to learn it. Padding over, the Hellhound tilted his head slightly. "What'd you say?" Could he do something like that? Probably not; his brother seemed to be the one that could things with words. He was a little hesitant to grab a box, and would instead wait and listen for any of the others first.


    //Retro to injuries/disappearance