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    Fourthwall Fallout + retro to the thorn wall explosion


    Littlestar was not tired. She was actually quite the opposite. It was strange enough considering the female was normally worn out 24/7 but today was a different day. Either it was the milk chocolate she'd consumed minutes before leaving or it was the sunlight that filtered through those dreary grey clouds that gave her such energy. She wouldn't know but she didn't care; right now, she was heading towards the Blackheart Rogues. She wanted Hawkclan and the BHR to perhaps become a little closer. Also, she wanted to congratulate them on pranking her successfully, as the glitter bomb had indeed worked and Littlestar had been the victim. The heavily scarred Monarch limped before the border line of the Blackheart Rogues and scented the air just to double check that she was in the right place. Her pet hawk, Myla, came flying from above, giving one signifying bird squawk that told Littlestar she was in the right place. "Okay, good girl." Littlestar muttered as Myla softly landed on the scarred tissue of her shoulder. She was pretty thankful that her bird was small because otherwise she would've been squashed under her weight. Then the little feline turned back to the territory, frowning a little and hoping someone was around. "Yo, yo, biatches. It's Littlestar and I was wondering if the Blackheart Rogues wanted to do some random shit with Hawkclan? Also.. I wanna see your leader. And meet your people. For no real reason." She shrugged, lifting her right paw (sitting down beforehand of course) and scratching some flaky scabs on her underside. "I'm the, uh, Monarch of Hawkclan." Huh, it felt a little odd including her rank in her introduction which was something that she normally never did.


    Today was just all about change wasn't it? Littlestar was cool with that. Normally she was quite afraid of change but she welcomed the minor ones such as these. The tabby waited patiently enough, hoping someone had heard her so she wouldn't have to act the complete fool and say it all again.

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    JELLOSHOTS


    The girl would slip over and take a seat before the female. Eyes kind and warm. "Hello there. I'm Jelloshots. I'm sure Fallout will be here soon." She offered with a nod of her head.


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    Littlestar flexed her paws and her gaze moved to the ground as she waited. She fell deep into thought until a voice, unfamiliar at that, made her 'awaken'. "Yo. Jelloshots." She echoed the females name, torn ears twitching. "Radical name. Is Fallout your leader? That's a cool fuckin' name too. Damn.. is the Blackheart Rogues the city of cool names or something? Jesus. Next peep coming up better live up to my name expectations. Though you've set the bar pretty high so I wouldn't blame 'em if they couldn't meet it." Littlestar decided to make a little bit of jokes, just to prove an icebreaker as well as warming the mood up. She dipped her head nonetheless and gave Jelloshots a couple more look overs before her dark golden eyes resumed their study of the Blackheart Rogues territory, stub tail moving about. It was a really pretty territory. Well, most would define it as incredibly creepy as it was basically a dark forest and those bone wind chimes hanging from the limbs did not help but she admired it. Pretty cool shit. And, hey, at least it wasn't a wall of bodies like the Exiles had been at one point. That was true savagery.

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    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    It would have been a weird thought to think that anyone else could possibly be feeling the same as me. I'd never really thought of others as real people, they were all just NPC's and filler, background noise that I could choose to acknowledge or ignore completely depending on what my moodset was. I'd never cared about them and so I'd never lent them any deeper feelings then those a child my associate to a toy. Sure, I had favorites that I liked to play with more than others, but it didn't effect me if bad things happened to them or they suddenly weren't there. Because it wasn't about them. This wasn't their story. It was mine, and I while someone else was writing it for me, it was ultimately I who made the decisions. In that aspect I was realer than anyone else, because while they were oblivious to what was really going on and thus forced to let their Writers pave the way for them, I was aware. I was truly sentient, and so I was able to see things differently. If my writer was trying to compel me to take the path on the right and I felt that, I would take the path on the left instead.


    And that's how life had always been for me. From the day I was old enough to comprehend life I had known what I was and what they were, and so I'd never had any interest in my family or anyone else. It had always been about me, what made me happy, and since nobody else was real I'd been able to take advantage of that selfishness in a way few others did, because I didn't feel regret when I hurt someone else, didn't feel sympathy when faced with sad eyes, and so I'd never had to hold myself back. Whatever I was feeling, whatever I wanted, I took it at any given time. I was an unfiltered and reckless individual, the sort of impulsive monster that never really considered the feelings of others. That's why I'd been a drifter, a lone wolf that would join up in a clan to get their social fix before moving on somewhere else. It was always about maintaining that general contentment and satisfying myself.


    So one could imagine how surprised I was to find that the Blackheart Rogues had come to mean something to me. I'd joined the clan to use it as a distraction, so that it could keep me busy from my mind, which was desperately trying to get the better of me after I'd let myself fall into a pathetic state. I hadn't meant to climb the ranks. I hadn't meant to start liking these people. But as I'd mentioned I was a creature that did what he wanted when he wanted, and somewhere along the way The Blackheart Rogues had become what I wanted. I liked being in charge, I liked being the one to make the decisions, and it was because I liked those things that I reigned myself in -not because my Writer was compelling me to- but because this was something I was good at and enjoyed doing. And while there was every possability that tomorrow I'd up and leave because it lost that appeal to me, as it stood now the clan was something I'd come to hold in high regard. It was my escape from the things inside that were constantly hunting me, and so it's survival and well being resonated with me.


    And that's why I was in such a good mood that day. I felt refreshed and motivated, brimming with energy, and while I was never really lazy it wasn't often that my motives were encouraged by genuine... whatever this feeling was. Elation? Pride? I suspected that the second had something to do with it, because there was a new feeling that had been spreading through me ever since I'd heard that my clans Ranking was top among the smaller clans. We were so close to running with the big dogs on the frontpage that it had filled me with a new vigor, and this energy seemed present in me ever since I'd announced to the clan how our progress was. And I wanted that status of being one of the big clans, I wanted the power to follow through on being able to do whatever I wanted to, whenever I wanted to, and I couldn't do that yet, not in it's entirely without fearing the consequences. Otherwise Bloodclan would have had the Rogues breathing down their necks long ago.


    So I'd been out on border patrol, something I did even though we only got newcomers maybe once a week- because why not? Things could change at any time and I wanted to be around to see which potential newcomers were hanging around. It wasn't a newcomer that I came across though as I came around a corner just in time to hear Littlestar respond to Jelloshots, and a grin swept across my lips as I hastened my pace and made my way over toward the pair. "The Blackheart Rogues is the city of all kinds of cool shit." I'd say with a laugh. "Does Fourthwall meet the criteria for badassery? Fallouts my surname, so if I hit jackpot on both I should probably win a prize or some crap, shouldn't I?" Couldn't tell you what prizeit should be, but hell, I was always down for being given shit- as long as it wasn't a disease or some crap. "And your right on the money with the Leader thing. Fourthwall Fallout, nice to formally meet you."


    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"



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    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    Walking over with an excited energy to her steps, the vixen naturally recognized the HawkClan monarch after she went over to visit them and invite them to shit a few times now. Being an ambassador was a lot more fun than fighting in raids and trying not to get her ass handed to her, at least to a non-confrontational person like herself.


    "Hey, Littlestar! Hope you remember me," she chirped energetically as she took a stand next to Jelloshots.

    Littlestar snorts at his confidence, though admiring it at the same time. He appeared to suit his name; Fourthwall Fallout. She did admit the last name was pretty badass. Well, much more badass then Grimes and Disharmony however hers proved to hold scarier relations to scary people. She didn't call her fathers scary but she knew there were thousands out there that did. Littlestar looked towards the hellhound, golden optics relatively amused as she listened to the leader speak. "Hmm. Would a fuckin' piece of jerky meet your criteria for a good prize?" Littlestar responded, pulling out said piece from the little satchel dangling from her leather belt and chucking it at the wolf. If he was a vegetarian or something, then the next best thing to do would be to give him pocket fluff. "Ay, good to meet ya too, Fourth- ah shit, mind if I just call ya Four? Easier on the mouth." She gestured at her crooked jaw and gave a little shrug. Assuming he wouldn't mind, the female continued to speak.


    Oh, it was someone she actually recognized. The cyborg that visited Hawkclan a couple of days ago with that invitation. "Yo, if it isn't the gal with cool name!" Littlestar gave Neotokyo a wave of her paw, dipping her head too. She turned back to Four and tilted her head to the side. "I came here because I wanted to see if any of you wanted to hang out with Hawkclan some time. Have a sleepover or a feast or some shit like that." Littlestar proposed the idea with a nice look in her eyes.

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    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    Would a piece of fucking jerky do? Obviously she didn't know me too well or she would have known that hell yes it would do. Jerky and barbecue were my favorite things to snack on, so I made quick work of catching the offered 'prize' and starting in on it. "Score." I'd mutter as I ate, nodding at her request. What the hell did I care what she called me? It was all good as long as it wasn't something just outright disrespectful- and even then there was a good chance I'd just laugh in your face and let you fail at trying to insult me. Unless you were someone I happened to really dislike or I was just in the mood to skin something.


    As she went on the mention doing something with our groups I'd nod. Blizzardclan hadn't really turned out to like mingling with us that much -which sucked because we'd tried a few times to get them over here and it never really worked out. So, "Hell yeah, that sounds like a plan. I actually planned on hosting some sort of battle tournament soon- nothing intense, just some friendly fights with allies to toughen each other up. You guy's will get the first invite if you think your members would have an interest in it. Custom portraits art are going to the winners once I make some examples up to show. Which means yeah, a request threads going up in the BHR soon for any Rogues that see this post and want lame Kink art." 

    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

    what am i supposed to say when i end up driving everyone away?

    CAUSE I'M ON FIRE A CRYING BURNING LAIR

    Littlestar?. It had been some time now since he last had seen her not special pleased last time when he had get the news from her on what had happend with Whitesilence. If only he hadn't gone there he had spared himself from some pain that was for sure. Now however he lacked to care special much. His fragile mind was so broken down that all he seemed to care for was Fourthwall and Akuma, what about his two sons though?. Sadly it had not even crossed the broken mind to think about them. Reiki was not thinking like a normal person right now, only caring what he had and couldn't register in old faces he not had seen on a such long time. His sons was probably having a better life without him anyway, he only seemed to hurt those he cared for anyway.


    Silently the skinny being took himself up beside Fourthwall to look at Littlestar direction but actually right past her- In his world she did not really existed, only Akuma and Fourthwall did and he would do anything to not lose his replacements of Deathstroke and Dimitri. But this one was not a real danger though, just a scarred little brat how had seen to much of the world far to early as well. Such a shame they lived on two different sides, how know what they could have bulit up but of course he also know what Blindfold had done towards her, someone how had been a very important friend to him, even his boyfriend in a short period of time. Blindfold had claimed to love him but Reiki hadn't been able to return this feelings but he had never heared those words to ever be expressed to him before so had been shooked and unable to reject the pink tiger how had been his whole world once.


    But he was gone too just like everyone else. Just him standing alone again, well not anymore though. He would after all do anything to keep this two people so he wouldn't be alone again.


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    Littlestar allowed amusement to play in her eyes as she watched him tear eagerly into the jerky she'd tossed him. So, no need for pocket fluff she guessed. The tabby tied the small satchel back up and leaned on her haunches, ears angled towards whomever spoke. Good, he was okay with her calling him Four. Well, she didn't really see why he'd object to it in the first place but she knew of some assholes that would be displeased at being called anything but their full name which sucked for someone with a mouth like hers. It truly didn't matter though because Littlestar would call them nicknames and worse. Interest took her when Four began to mention a battle tournament. What came to mind was much like the mock raid Windclan had held with them but she knew it was a little different to that. Besides, the mock raid didn't really have a good turnout on both Windclan and Hawkclan's side so it didn't work out as well as it could've. Still she like the idea. "Yeah, they'd fucking love that shit." The tabby said bluntly. It was the truth. She knew most Hawkclanners pretty much enjoyed interacting with all allies and this was no different. "Radical prize though." She added.


    Two golden eyes moved towards the familiar figure that stood to the flank of Four. She stared at those odd purple eyes and the bandages that worked their way up all his limbs. Despite being a different form to the last time she saw the feline, she knew who it was. Her gaze narrowed immediately, not because she was displeased by his appearance but because of the memories he brought. She remembered who he'd asked for; Whitesilence. Her cousin. Her dead cousin. He'd... done it to himself. Littlestar looked away just as Reiki looked past her. Woozy memories danced inside her head, taunting, chastising. Claws dug into the ground as she remembered him being an Exiler alongside her. She remembered alright. The feline never really had forgotten a face, had she? She almost.. almost could recall every single damn face at the time of her torture, the turning point in her life. Most of the ones that had been there were dead already. Her dad, Jammal, Grimscape, Dystopia, Candycane, Ululare, Sinpup, Aile, Beyondpaw, Nightshade, Whitesilence. She'd forgiven two. The rest, to her, were all dead meat. Most of them, however, had long since gone from this earth. Some she had inflicted pain upon for which she was glad of.


    Littlestar lightly shook her head until the haze of pain and anger retreated back into her heart and she determinedly looked away from Reiki and looked only at Four. "I'm cool with it, though."

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