THIRTY YEARS AND HE'S BACK // open, joining

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    He shouldn't be alive.
    Bill ripped his throat open. Bill killed him. Yet here he was, lost. Gravity Falls has long been abandoned, he knew, and he was terribly lost in the Clans' territories. And that... wasn't fun, if Ford had to be truthful. Stanford was used to having a sense of where he was, yet here he was, disoriented. But simply calling out for help was not his forte, as he was afraid to admit that he had lost his way. Ah, no matter. Perhaps someone would confront him, whatever this Clan was. Stanford continued through The Chateau's territory, listening for any sign of life.

    she wears her loneliness just like a crown

    As usual, Ve was roaming the territory, walking around and searching for nothing specific. She just wanted to make sure she didn't find anything unpleasant on her territory. Nothing that put her on edge, and nothing that could hurt anyone else. The death of her friend was clearly still on her mind, and it brought back some unwanted memories.
    Soon she heard pawsteps and froze, and thinking she might be the next to go, but the pawsteps didn't seem to be headed straight for her, and they didn't sound like those of a killer. No, she was just being paranoid, that's what the three tailed fox told herself anyway. She decided to approach the area the steps had come from, halfway forcing a smile and attempting valiantly to look more relaxed than she was. Maybe they could see through her, maybe they couldn't. It just depended on how easily fooled they were. "Hi, welcome to The Chateau! I'm Lovelypaw, what's your name and what can I help you with?" she would say, sounding more confident after confronting Stanford.

    but when she smiles all the kings will bow down

    (c) array


    Stanford looked up quickly at the sound of someone's voice, ears pricking. The Chateau. So that's what this group was called. "Stanford Pines." Stanford responded. "I was looking to stay here for a bit." Whether or not it was permanent would be up to the Clan's actions. But once he learned how inventive The Chateau was, he might stay for good. Lovelypaw was this vixens name -- and would you look at that! She was a three-tailed fox. Perhaps a kitsune? The scientist thought to himself, flicking his tail. Kitsunes typically had nine tails, but perhaps she was just a young one; they had less and the tails grew in as they age.
    "speaking" actions thoughts


    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 5/09][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    stanford pines | male (he/him) | member of the chateau, former boss (leader) of gravity falls | physically and mentally 5 years
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] grey tabby
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar across his neck (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    none
    PERSONALITY:
    smart, inventive, stubborn, thoughtful, determined, focuses on his work
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; panromantic, pansexual
    CONFRONTATION
    physically easy, mentally medium
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    played by maple
    tag: #owlpines
    npc xx npc (gen 1)
    all powers (doesn't use them often)

    she wears her loneliness just like a crown

    Ve had never heard a name quite like that; it was different from clan and most loner names. She thought it was pretty cool. "Well welcome then, I'm sure you'll like it here. Would you like a tour?" The kitsune asked, her smile growing brighter and more genuine. Now that the possibility of death staring her straight in the face was gone, she began to visibly relax. She didn't like being paranoid, but when one of your best friends shows up out of the blue, dead as a doornail, then you can't really help but be on edge.

    but when she smiles all the kings will bow down

    (c) array


    Stanford shook his head. "I believe I'll be fine. Exploring the area by myself will be a lot more relaxing." Plus it was a memory of Dipper, really; he liked going out into the forest to scout out what creatures were living there. If only he had that spunk to him nowadays, but he understood why Dipper was so energetic; he didn't study Gravity Falls like Ford had, so of course the creatures would be new and exciting. Stanford recalled being like that when he was younger.
    "speaking" actions thoughts


    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 5/10][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    stanford pines | male (he/him) | member of the chateau, former boss (leader) of gravity falls | physically and mentally 5 years
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] grey tabby
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar across his neck (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    none
    PERSONALITY:
    smart, inventive, stubborn, thoughtful, determined, focuses on his work
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; panromantic, pansexual
    CONFRONTATION
    physically easy, mentally medium
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    played by maple
    tag: #owlpines
    npc xx npc (gen 1)
    all powers (doesn't use them often)
    tv tropes/bio
    in-depth tags

    [center][fancypost=width:80%; font-size: 9; text-align: justify;]― [size=8]salty tears go down my face
    Oh, did they have a new person in the group? Patchworkpaw blinked once at the sight of the feline, quietly inspecting the stranger. The fawn colored tom wasn't too keen on newcomers, but considering the quiet state of the Chateau, he guessed they were a good thing. He had to say 'hi', didn't he? 'For Ve,' he thought to himself resolutely. Patchy walked over to Stanford and attempted to give him a smile, although it came off as a grimace. "Welcome to the Chateau," he said quietly, inclining his head in a welcoming notion.