Doubt. (Open, hunting supplies/weekly task.)

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 410pt; text-align:justify]"Honestly, I don't see why we don't hole up in the dungeons, have a drink, and wait for the whole thing to blow over."


    She said it out loud, but not loud enough. She wasn't fool enough to test the resolve of these cats when many seemed close to despair from the demons and the reason why they were here. Some were not even leaving the castle, which kinda made Pinky want to scream, but she wasn't going to blow up at them for cowardice just yet. "Yet one of them already left." She thought, seeing the dust settle after someone fled the demon-infected territory for greener pastures. "At least Bast is giving out good tasks to help combat this.."

    She finally turned her way towards the open yard where a majority of the Clan were, and swatted away a few wisps at her paws. "So, uh, yeah. Bast wanted me to take a group to go deeper into Castle Eyesore and find any decrepit rooms of supplies. Anyone brave enough to come with me?"
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    Pinkplastic's Tags (Updated 4/30)

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    Bastille had assigned a fuck load of shit to do in packs, and he sure as hell planned on being in each of those small groups. If anyone was going to be in harm's way, he was going to be there with them, readying to fucking stab a bastard if one of the damned demons came after his family. Because Eden was the only shred of family he had, and he would defend it viciously.


    He joined her with a slight shrug, as if to say, what can you do? Obviously he was coming along.


    Yeah, no. There was no way Gordon was going in there, NPC guard or not. "I'm-I'm not," Gordon replied, looking up from where she was creating a little flower crown. It was a way to ease stress for her, and it kept her mind off things. "Good-good luck, though."


    //Feel free to make her go haha
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    GENERAL:
    gordon praelium-cipher (goes by gordon cipher)| female (she/her) | juror [HP] specializing in diplomacy of the knights of eden; former shadehunter specializing in rescue [hp] of (non-traditional) shadowclan| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] light gold abyssinian
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar going from the bottom of her stomach to her side (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    post-traumatic stress disorder
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    nervous, easily scared, persistent about her beliefs, clingy, compassionate, thoughtful
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on frisk; panromantic, asexual
    CONFRONTATION
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    please message me if you don't want gordon to interrupt your capture/torture!!
    played by maple
    tag: #gordoncipherkoe
    finnishwars praelium xx bill cipher (gen 8 )
    all powers (doesn't use them often)
    character bond with frisk and billiam
    tv tropes/bio
    in-depths tags

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 410pt; text-align:justify]While Pinky was happy to see Bast come around, it quickly evaporated when Godon decided to decline. Her ears became flat against her head and she glared right at the she-cat. "Gor...while I'd normally not care, we're kinda in an emergency situation. Can't you come just this once?" She asked, "If anything attacks you can just run off, but we need all paws in this."
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    Pinkplastic's Tags (Updated 4/30)


    Gordon winced at Pinkplastic's glare when she glanced up from her work, pressing more against her guard. "I'll-I'll just drag you down." She responded. It was true, she was a lot slower than the others due to the way she crawled around instead of walked, and was constantly spooked by, well, everything.
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    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 4/26][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    gordon praelium-cipher (goes by gordon cipher)| female (she/her) | juror [HP] specializing in diplomacy of the knights of eden; former shadehunter specializing in rescue [hp] of (non-traditional) shadowclan| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] light gold abyssinian
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar going from the bottom of her stomach to her side (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    post-traumatic stress disorder
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    nervous, easily scared, persistent about her beliefs, clingy, compassionate, thoughtful
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on frisk; panromantic, asexual
    CONFRONTATION
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    please message me if you don't want gordon to interrupt your capture/torture!!
    played by maple
    tag: #gordoncipherkoe
    finnishwars praelium xx bill cipher (gen 8 )
    all powers (doesn't use them often)
    character bond with frisk and billiam
    tv tropes/bio
    in-depths tags

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 410pt; text-align:justify]Pinkplastic snorted, a trail of smoke leaving her nostrils. "Useless." She thought, though it felt strange in her head. "Wait, what?" Her claws dug into the ground and her ears became flat against her head. "You're dragging us down anyway by not doing anything too. You might as well try to do something and fail than do nothing at all. We'll even protect you with your guard just...come with us."
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    Pinkplastic's Tags (Updated 4/30)


    VALOR PRAELIUM


    When I'm alone I stare at stars and hope dreams come true



    "nice job being useless while your home's in a crisis." came valor's bitter remark as the hellhound approached pinkplastic. since being accepted, he had made a promise to himself to do as much as he could to help in... 'pest control'. an infestation of demons was not the hardest thing he fought but according to the knights he had spoken to, they seemed persistent. and seeing cowards act as such made him a little peeved.


    bicolored eyes looked back toward the tigress, his tail rattling dismissively toward gordon. "count me in. i can give warning if i feel anything too close or ready to ambush."


    [spoiler]GENERAL ;;
    - valor praelium | adopted by finn praelium | biromantic heterosexual
    - 1 1/2 years old | ages real time | 7'4
    - npc x npc
    - formerly of the elite & rogue
    - member of the rift
    - aggressive when threatened/pack is threatened
    - listens only to his packs superiors
    - terrible at following directions
    - unpredictably goes feral
    APPEARANCE ;;
    - 7'4 foot hellhound
    - snake/wolf hellhound hybrid ref
    - fire elemental pelt (dangerously spreads when feral/attacking)
    INTERACTION ;;
    - can NOT powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions (unless looking to get burned)
    PLAYLIST ;;
    - uncontainable > set it off
    - dont threaten me with a good time > panic! at the disco
    - seven nation army > the white stripes (glitch mob remix
    - my type > saint motel


    Gordon opened her mouth to reply to Pinkplastic, before Valor started to speak to her. Gordon flinched and lowered her gaze back to her flowers, fiddling around with them again. "I'm-I'm sorry," She murmured in reply to Valor, though she wasn't sure if he or Pink or Bastille heard it. She didn't want to go near the castle. There were creatures in there, terrifying creatures that Gordon didn't know about. They were demons, as far as she learned, and that meant Bill or Dahlia themselves could be in there. And she did not want to be encountered by either of them.
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    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 4/26][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    gordon praelium-cipher (goes by gordon cipher)| female (she/her) | juror [HP] specializing in diplomacy of the knights of eden; former shadehunter specializing in rescue [hp] of (non-traditional) shadowclan| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] light gold abyssinian
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar going from the bottom of her stomach to her side (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    post-traumatic stress disorder
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    nervous, easily scared, persistent about her beliefs, clingy, compassionate, thoughtful
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on frisk; panromantic, asexual
    CONFRONTATION
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    please message me if you don't want gordon to interrupt your capture/torture!!
    played by maple
    tag: #gordoncipherkoe
    finnishwars praelium xx bill cipher (gen 8 )
    all powers (doesn't use them often)
    character bond with frisk and billiam
    tv tropes/bio
    in-depths tags

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    "Jesus Christ, leave Gordon alone," he huffed with a roll of his eyes, shooting the two a sideways glance. Did they need the assistance? Yes, but the girl was a nervous little shit. Bastille had already noticed that she was reluctant to be near people, and seemed to be scared shitless of the demons - which, fine. He could deal with her on the side, or at least, make sure she didn't fuckin' die out in the territory. "She can stay. Look, this shit isn't everyone's strong suit, and if she wants to stay away from the demons, fine. We've already got Dahlia's minions terrorizing and shit, we don't need to taking a shit on eachother too. Alright? Great. Let's roll."