i said, "can i get an amen?" — lonepaw

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]bluntly put, you have entered a period of shock. your feet move without you willing them to, the stars your only guide as you're directed into lands that are charted ny neither clan nor a sole individual, a place where arguably there arent any rules to entice others to break them, since there arent any rules here to begin with. the loner lands doesnt have a chain of commanding officers and such; its not a ragtag group sheltering and making a living; it is merely a stretch of land, forestry, and ect where people come and go, allies and enemies, murderers and children.. it doesnt matter who or what you are-- out here, society doesnt care and perhaps that common knowledge might just prove to be your lifeline.

the rebellion is in ruins. not gone, no, its just that bill had the audacity to set the camp ablaze with their end game pals (two of which turned out to be your motherly figures, sango and finch; talk about traumatizingly dramatic) and you just didn't have the heart nor the soul (no, bill broke your spirit a long time ago-- literally!) to continue on like everything is okay when it clearly isnt. so you took what remained of your things and left. whether you're going to return or not is another story, but as of now you're under the pretense of a sure and certain "no", and so you simply glide through the unclaimed lands, mind buzzing with numbed thoughts and half-made up plans as to where you'll go next.
/ retro to joining riverfam + sorry this took so long !! my muse didnt want to cooperate ah ha @LONEPAW C.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]likewise, you're also a rather adventurous spirit, one whom has developed a habit of leaving the safety of their home (or lackthereof) and wandering into trouble. the mischief and drama is unintentional of course, with you just not taking the time to pull yourself out of your muddled thoughts and actually pay attention to where in the hell you think you're going. the best example of your incompetence to not let your fantasies side track you is when you and a friend intruded on the cartels territory (back when they had nearly as many members as blizzardclan) and had to avoid the threat of being captured shortly after the two of you arrived. that also happened to be (from what you can recall) your first encounter with the infamous bill cipher.

despite all they've done to you (branded you, broke up your soul, hurt your friends, intruded on your mind and your most inner thoughts, killed your father and among many other things) you aren't scared of bill either. at first, yeah admittedly this was the case but now your feelings for the being are jaded and unclear. you don't like them, but you cant say that you really hate them. you don't care for them, but you cant stand to see them suffer even if they are extremely deserving of it. you suppose that you are or could be.. neutral when it comes to them, but at the same time you are not. its confusing and troubling, especially since reality demands you hold them in disdain for the actions they've committed against you and others. you sure as hell do not trust them, however, so perhaps this mistrust will clear up your contradicting opinions on them sometime soon.

"hey, its you!" you start when the torbie approaches you, your unfocused gaze flicking up to view the girl as you pull yourself out of your thoughts once again. your brain feels like mush, your mind blanketed by static and snow, and youre definitely not feeling up for a conversation with this stranger, but you find yourself talking anyway. "the rebellion was just a place i was staying in. i've never been loyal to them." you admit to her, although you dont really know why you do. mm, perhaps its just your reactive habit to be truthful with others that's made you respond to her inquiry. after all the two of you arent exactly buddy-buddy and your previous encounter with her is not a very good first impression by any means. is this not the girl who placed you in a fiery prison and then proceeded to go after wildworld? why is she out here anyway? better yet, why is she out here talking to you? both of those seem like decent things to ask, but your mouth and brain refuse to work together at the moment, and so you merely pester for an introduction, "um! im frisk. whats your name?" might as well familiarize yourself with your assailant just like you have with all of your other ones, yes?