Gather 'Round the Meteor Fire -- End Game Camp

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    Darkstalker dipped his head and smiled saying,"I will guard the prison. The heat and all won't bother me since I'm half demon." The Exile turned End Game turned to Sango and Finch giving them a cold smile before padding away.

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    I'LL BELIEVE IT ALL — chara — traveler — nonbinary — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Honestly they didn't care for anybody here, just as it should be. Everyone and anyone here was just the same, people who just wanted to destroy. They were here just to ruin people's lives, all sense of emotions stripped from them. For that very reason they did not feel anything for the endgame. However, they wouldn't mind messing with other people's lives. Then came the guarding. Being a guard was boring and humorless. Sure torture and beating was alright, but who gave a fuck if you did all the time. Being stuck in that prison just for being a guard. They rather be out, helping others with supplies and messages. Keep tabs on the stuff going on, you know?


    Chara hadn't introduced themselves they had realized, but what was the point in that? Although they would most likely want their name, if they were to join. Ah. "Chara, and I'm game."




    SCARAMOUCHE the ASSASSIN


    A figure would soon approach, late to the party it seemed but when you were deep in a grave things never seemed to happen quickly. How Krieger had returned to the realm of the living was unknown and had not been by his own doing either. But whoever had done this had left him twisted and gnarled, a ghost of his former self despite all the memories still being there.


    Waltzing into the camp the bipedal cyborg hybrid span round before drawing closer, his jacket and scarf furling about in the wind.
    "Good evening babes! I hear this is where the End Game crew like to chill, and when I heard Ululare's name being mentioned I knew I just had to groove on over here, baby. So then, where is the big man himself hiding?"
    Krieger would speak up, still not quite settled into thinking of himself by his newer title. Though with time things would change.


    "It's Great To Be Back, Folks!"



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    Ululare pointed with his sharpened talon towards HiddenBlizzard, Andras, Darkstalker, and Jaggedsight, "You, you, you, and you." He could care less for their names, only that they spoke up first. His blue eyes turned towards Chara where he would say with a laugh, "Pity that the only one with the decency to introduce herself is one too late." He said with an apologetic shrug. He didn't need a shit ton of guards for the prison, not if they were capable, "If one of the first four slack, I'll send you to replace them. I'll be having my Lieutenant Lilac also oversee the guards." Since she was one person he could definitely trust, even if he hardly knew her.


    "Off you go then. Remember, no physical torture, but feel free to play mind games." He said with a dismissive wave of his paws. "Anyone who wants to capture more, feel free to let the captured members post in the thread as prisoners dump them in the prison. THe more the merrier." He chuckled after that statement before deciding he was getting hungry. Perhaps it was timet o go fish for a meal.


    ((prison! Your End is Here - End Game Prison

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    I'LL BELIEVE IT ALL — chara — traveler — nonbinary — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Cut me some slack, I'm just fucking down with all this Bullshit. I'm not a fucking girl asshole, geez. The canine merely shrugged, "Who cares." Time was just an illusion, or whatever you wanted it to be. When Ululare had told them that if one of the first four were to slack they were to replace them, they didn't mind all to much. Not that they cared in the first place in whatever the fuck happened. "Alright, I'm down."

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    PALÍ;; Tags 5/5



    'Daydreamer' walks into the camp, late, but she doesn't really care, she was here to spy, and she looks around, shiny fur on her head sparkling in the sunlight, the choker around her neck being slightly tight, but she needed to look different.


    She looks around noticing two familiar people, and her mouth opening slightly, now she was glad she had the mask.


    Oh Red God no, the leader and vice-leader of Shadowclan are here? Her stomach clenches, but she looks away, as if she is just studying people, why were there so many Shadowclanners? She will have to tell Jackdaw that they are here later, but for now, she just looks for someone to talk to, to blend in and all.


    Her eyes fall on Chara she was close enough to scent that they had no affiliation with any clan, and she supposedly they'd be a good person to talk to, she pads up, and through the mask, she gives herself a slight French accent, and it seemed real, though someone truly French might be able to spot the difference, she sounds slightly grumpy too, "I'm Daydreamer, so, what's your name, kid?" She looks at the pup with their carved smile and well, being here, she assumed they probably had had a bad past, or maybe, just a bad time, at some point in their history.


    (c)trexgirl

    [align=justify]Ira was soon enough joining the group of people who were here in the camp. They took a seat on their own; they weren't here to make friends or to socialize. This wasn't about that, and they weren't going to mess around when there was actual work that could be done.
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    [spoiler=tags | feb 18]
    GENERAL:
    ★ IRA CIPHER | AGENDER
    ★ pansexual panromantic | they/them
    ★ single | ½ ________
    ★ bill cipher x npc | two years old
    ★ member of the cartel and blizzardclan | no titles
    .
    IMPORTANT NOTES:
    ★ has a dormant demon attached to their soul named sathanus (demon of wrath)
    .
    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined the cartel
    ★ joined blizzardclan
    .
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 100%
    — solid cream feline w/ magenta eyes + long fur
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none
    — mutations: none
    .
    PERSONALITY:
    ★ rude, sarcastic, unempathetic, violent, vengeful
    ★ patient, intelligent, manipulative
    ★ knows how to hold a grudge
    ★ doesn't care how others feel or think
    .
    POWERS:
    ★ scent manipulation
    ★ sound manipulation
    ★ conjuration
    .
    INTERACTION:
    ★ medium physically | medium mentally
    ★ starts fights
    ★ attack in [color=#ff0077]#ff0077

    "So what the fuck has everyone done?" He asked, rolling onto his back and throwing his legs into the air, imagining he was playing with the meteors he could currently feel slowly drawing together way up in space. Such a lovely power.


    "Are you all here to spy or something shitty like that? Or are you just watching with drool falling from your mouth? HAs anyone done anything evil yet?" Because Ululare wanted to be entertained and they just weren't doing their job damnit!




    SCARAMOUCHE the ASSASSIN


    "Well I just arrived but I'm more than ready to party, babe. Question is do we have anything in mind that we want to achieve? Any target clans? Once I have a target I'm more than ready to get to work. Hell, I could take some of the young inexperienced ones out and teach 'em a thing or two for ya."
    Krieger spoke up as he came forward, staring at Ululare with amusement. It was strangely pleasant to see the dragon again after all this time, though he was still a little bitter about how he had long ago moved to join the BHR only to find that Ululare had moved on before his arrival leaving him to follow some weirdo on rollerskates.


    "It's Great To Be Back, Folks!"



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    "GraveClan and Elite." Bill said to Krieger, tail flicking. "Main target for now. Don't attack big Clan, need more strength." BlizzardClan was off limits right now, though Bill certainly wouldn't oppose to warning them.
    "speaking" actions thoughts "corrupt speaking through bill" corrupt speaking mentally at bill


    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 5/11][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | ringmaster[leader] of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of the exiles | messanger of end game | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump (from finnishwars)
    scratch scars on neck (from corrupt)
    torn left ear (from pierce)
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    body is constantly twitching
    compulsive liar disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links
    powers Bill can/can't use
    in-depth tags
    warned the rift and westeros [5/01]
    set the rebellion's camp/territory on fire [5/10]

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    Jammal Adalgar;;
    Exiles - Attack in black underlined -tags list - plotting - win art


    And already it seemed that one of the 'leaders' was loosing his patience. Jammal let a smirk rule is features. Silver eyes crinkled slightly in wicked mirth. "Hm." He hummed out a reply, thankfully his humor lost in his voice- reflecting mere cold indifference as the usual. Jammal knew better than to goat either one of them. Simply laughing at either of them probably wasn't the best idea.
    "I agree bill. Maybe we can host a capture raid here soon? " Jammal offered towards the demon. Small bid of a tail flicked in mild interest. Already this camp was becoming a slight dull. Hopefully a few prisoners would lighten that. "I'm sure someone begging on the distance would make good background track to the normal conversation that seems to be floating around here. "




    SCARAMOUCHE the ASSASSIN


    "GraveClan and the Eilte, got it my yellow oozy friend. Anyone want to join me with hitting GraveClan first? Think it could be fun to shut down their borders in a small occupation strike, make them all our prisoners."
    Krieger responded with a snigger, glancing around himself as he searched for anyone else who wanted to join him.


    "It's Great To Be Back, Folks!"



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    Talonfire turned his head to the cyborg chimpanzee called Krieger. He turned back to Flurryblaze, "should we join them at grave clan? Seems a small and easy to hit target."

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    I'LL BELIEVE IT ALL — chara — traveler — nonbinary — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]They ignored Daydreamer. Stupid ass fake French bitch. Daydreamer, you sound like a damn spy. The pup merely pretended they didn't hear the other as they made their way to Krieger. "Why not? It'll be fun, I guess."

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"I've destroyed the Khanate," Lucerys spoke up simply, despite his own disinclination against mingling with this ragtag group of baddies Uluare had managed to scape together. "Wiped them off the face of this world - warriors, women, children, and the elderly." And he hadn't needed any damn meteors to do it either. Targaryen fire worked just as well.
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    PALÍ;; Tags 5/5



    'Daydreamer' simply made a 'hmph' noise in respond to not being answered, and she walked over to where Krieger was readying a raid party, was Graveclan an ally to Bloodclan, no, so did she care? No.


    Chara might have thought her accent was fake, but she knew how to speak French quite well, although she knew Greek and English a lot better, "J'aimerais aussi venir." (I would also like to come.) She takes a seat, she isn't particularly near anyone, and she glances at her knife attached to her hip, every once in a while, she supposes she's ready to attack.


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    SCARAMOUCHE the ASSASSIN


    Krieger turned his head and looked at the three who were volunteering to join him.
    "Excellent, shall we head off? I think it'll be great to hit 'em now under the cover of darkness. Those poor fuckers won't know what hit 'em!"
    Though before he moved to set off he stopped and looked at 'Daydreamer' as she spoke in French. His grin widened further at that moment.
    "Très bien."
    He would reply before heading off. He wouldn't stop anyone else who wanted to follow him though.


    //I'll make the thread in a moment and I'll mention you guys into it :)


    "It's Great To Be Back, Folks!"



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