I don't care about the VIP || O; MANDATORY PARTY

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    YURI MUZIKANT

     

    Yuri had sent an armed soldier to every clanmates’ door. He was sure they all were very displeased to have his hired henchmen to hunt them down, threaten them to attend an “important” event, and then give them a pretty piece of paper that served as the formal invite. Of course the soldier’s power ended with threats; they weren’t allowed to harm or take their clanmates by force to the event.

     

    Yuri hoped to see everyone’s face present. He had not made proper preparation initially and now that he had everything together he had better have someone to share it with. He knew he’d at least have one person to share it with: Lukas! The honorary guest! The vile captured enemy.


    A great long table had been placed in the town square and silly things like balloons were tied to the chairs set around the table. Colorful confetti littered the area around the table. Upon the table cloth, a feast sat. It included lots of different foods, including a large ham and many sweets. Yuri balanced upon the arm of the chair that was set at the head of the table. He purred in his amused and soft-spoken voice, ”ColouredClan, we have a special guest we are celebrating! From the Blackheart Rogues, his name is…” The commander whisked his head and exchanged a few whispers with a few NPC soldiers. Finally a louder and whinier comment from him was heard. ”No name?!” He turned away from the soldiers. No one knew this stupid kid’s name. So, he would just have to be rude! ”Unimportant! We are going to make sure he has a nice time while he visits here. Aren't we?” This was about to be chaos or perhaps just really unpleasant.


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    Oh god, he had actually been serious, they were holding an actual party.


    Saryn had never known anyone to do something as ridiculous as this.


    She loved it.


    The scarred serval arrived (most likely with Lukas in tow, since she had been charged with watching him) and glanced around at the entirely unnecessary but no less amusing feast that had been prepared. Colorful. How fitting. Really there wasn't anyone she knew to be as unpredictable as Yuri was - and this was just further proof that he was either the most flamboyant and over-the-top cat she knew, or was entirely unhinged. Honestly she wouldn't have been surprised if both were true, but goddamn did he keep things interesting. "I can hardly believe this is actually happening." Saryn admitted in a somewhat deadpan tone, looking around and finding herself a seat. The other soldiers would surely drag Lukas back if he tried to run off, but all things considering, she didn't know why he would. He was being treated to a literal feast in his honor (or rather, dishonor she supposed). They definitely couldn't say they didn't take good care of their prisoners, unless Yuri had some other sort of plan here beyond what seemed to be clearly obvious.


    If he did have something else in mind, well, this would probably turn into a shitshow real fast.


    When one of the soldiers had come to her door - well, not really door, she didn't have a singular residence so she really made it difficult for them to find her - she had promptly told him (and his threats) to fuck right off, and had headed out feeling particularly smug at the gawking of the tom as she strode off. Honestly if looks could kill, Saryn probably would have murdered half the NPC population of ColouredClan by now.


    Good thing they couldn't, that wouldn't have done well for her overall standing here.


    light a candle for the kids, jesus christ don't keep it hid !


    Mandatory, huh? Yuri really had been serious about this party.

    Arcade strolled in, looking around curiously. Well... she might as well enjoy herself, yes? She'd hold off eating for a little while, in case something gross happened.

    //track


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    PRISM, COLOUREDCLAN

    —— he/she pronouns vary! | bio-tags ･ﾟ✦


    "Hey, get up." An NPC soldier snaps at Prism, slapping him as he lays curled up in his box. He was yet to get a house so he was camping out in a suprisingly uncolourful box for Colouredclans' territory. Blearily awake, Prism paws the invitation closed and stares at the words. A party?


    Intrigued, he leaves the invitation a scrunched mess in his box and heads with a yawn towards the event. So early as well! And for an enemy? He was aware Yuri had extreme qualities but the sight of a feast on the table confirms it. Spotting Arcadepaw, Prism heads hesitatnly. "What....?" Is all he managed, at a loss for words for this.




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    ( TWISTEDHUMOR )

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    When he'd heard Yuri was planning this, it was safe to say he wasn't excited. Really, what was the point? Throwing a party was the least threatening thing he could think to do to a captive. The Rogue was sure to think that they were weak and stupid, among other things. Surely, that's what Twisted would feel were the situation reversed. Still, he apparently had to be present. The soldier knocking on his door had interrupted his nap. And, after they had exchanged a few harsh words, the munchkin was begrudgingly on his way to this party. The most he could hope for was that it was all a front for some fighting match or torture session, something the Rogue definitely deserved. Unfortunately, it was just as promised when he arrived. A party. Scanning the scene with narrowed eyes, he eventually decided his wishes still might come true. He'd have to wait and see if Yuri had anything actually exciting planned.



    When someone had banged on the door of the house that Kieran lived in, along with his family, the child had been scared out of his mind. Who was that, why were they coming for him? Had he done something wrong? He had tentatively opened the door and was face-to-face with an armed soldier. He was just about to make a run for it - he didn't want to get arrested for whatever he did! - when he was handed an invitation, relief and excitement coursing through his body. He'd rather attend a party than be held prisoner, that was for sure.


    He arrived at the party, green eyes wide as he took everything in. A party being held in Lukas' honour? Wasn't Lukas that nice guy who Saryn had brought in? Gee, what'd he do that was so good he got a party? Kieran wanted a party! Tail twitching excitedly, he hopped around the area, eyeing the feast set on the table hungrily.



    PRISM, COLOUREDCLAN

    —— he/she pronouns vary! | bio-tags ･ﾟ✦


    Blearily, Prism spots another green-guard seemingly enjoying the feast. Ugh. Keiran. A constant beam of sunshine in Colouredclan. A bit begrudgingly, the white pelted gal stalks over to the tom. Quietly, she murmurs "Did y'get shaken awake as well? This is the most threatening party I've been at."




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    "'Threatening'?" Kieran echoed, looking confused. "This isn't threatening, it seems fun! It was pretty scary when the soldier guy was banging on the door, though. I was awake already, so I guess it wasn't that bad." He explained to Prism, a wide grin on his face. The confused look had melted off of his face, replaced with the usual brightness and signature smile. "D'ya see all that food?" He asked Prism, gesturing towards the table. "I can't wait to eat it!"

    PRISM, COLOUREDCLAN

    —— he/she pronouns vary! | bio-tags ･ﾟ✦


    Prisms' ashamed she can't share Keirans' enthusiasm. Something was ... off about this party. Slightly wary but willing, she dips her head to Keirans' question. "It was a little hard to miss, damn table takes up half the territory." She huffs, jumping up onto the seat next to him. "Maybe they made the Rogue cook the food or somethin'? Maybe he's cooked into the food?" A shudder passes through the body at the thought.




    ...to be completely honest, lukas had absolutely no idea what was going on-- this really did seem like a normal sort of party, but he wasn't that dumb- he knew that colouredclan and the blackheart rogues were enemies, and a gnawing feeling in his head couldn't help but tell him that something might be going down. so as he was escorted to the party, he didn't resist- nor try to escape- because he was too busy studying everyone, trying to see if they were going to harm him- because as much as he wanted to, he found it hard to trust saryn. she had captured him, after all. "...thank you?" he whispered a bit meekly towards yuri in response towards the introduction- and the lavish party, in general. why was this for him, someone who'd done nothing for colouredclan, someone who belonged to an enemy faction as their only surgeon?


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    PRISM, COLOUREDCLAN

    —— he/she pronouns vary! | bio-tags ･ﾟ✦


    Prism feels a light bulb go off over her head, thinking she might get what Yuri was going for here. "If this goes badly, cover for me." She mutters to Keiran before making her way down the table towards the warrior deemed "unimportant." Shaking out her white pelt, a kind smile spreads over her face as she aims to pat Lukas' arm in a friendly manner. "This must be your first party huh? Cant imagine you get a lot of these in the BHR." Prism purrs, pulling a selection of chicken wings towards them. Kindly she offers one towards Lukas. "Please, have some!"






    lukas couldn't help but feel his fur bristle in discomfort as he was approached by yet another colouredclanner, his paw flinching away at their touch. "...actually, i've been to some before. fourth likes hosting them." he whispered, not exactly sure how he should reply to prism as they... offered him food? of course it could be poisoned, but he did happen to be awfully hungry. "oh, i'm fine, i'm not that hungry..." he responded quietly, though he felt like his stomach was going to scream at him for the desicion. he just wanted to go home, to see fourth, seiji, jello... everyone.


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    PRISM, COLOUREDCLAN

    —— he/she pronouns vary! | bio-tags ･ﾟ✦


    Seeing Lukas flinch, Prism can tell she's making him uncomfortable so she seats herself away from the guy but still noses the wing forwards. His whispers were hard to hear but Prism nods enthusiastically all the same. She tilts her head at his mention of 'Fourth'. "Oh? Is Fourth your leader then? Ours is Yuri, there he is!" Prism says cheerfully, gesturing to the butterfly winged leader. She chows down on the chicken wing noticing Lukas refusing it. "Whaaat? Not hungry? Dude its not often we pull out all the stocks like this, please at least try some." She pouts sweetly, trying again to nudge some food forward. "Y'look awful skinny uh Lu? This foods real good and will do you good in the winter."




    lukas could tell that yuri seemed to be somewhat in charge for how he'd presented himself around here, but finally he was able to put a name to his face. nodding quickly at their assumption about fourthwall's leadership, he couldn't help but try to talk about him- perhaps making smalltalk would help distract himself from the ominous situation. "yeah, he's our leader- and he's really nice, too. he put together a barbecue for me once, awhile ago. he's sweet when you get to know him." he murmured with a small smile- perhaps things were getting a bit tense between the two, but he still cared for fourth! fourth cared for him, right? "...and no, no, i'm fine, seriously, please don't waste your food on me!" he exclaimed- lu? it actually sounded kinda nice. lu.

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    PRISM, COLOUREDCLAN

    —— he/she pronouns vary! | bio-tags ･ﾟ✦



    Prism nearly chokes on her chicken laughing at that. "Ha! He made you a barbeque? That's awesome!" Her curiousity about Lu - he didnt seem adverse to the nickname - is apparent in her dark eyes. "Is fire like a power of his or somethin'? I cant imagine Yuri doing somethin like that for me," she leans in with a small wink. "Im a bit of a trouble maker here y'know?"

    A bit concerned the tom wasnt eating, she shrugs not making a big deal of it. "Alright thats cool as well Lu. I feel like this feast might go on for a while so if you do, help yourself."

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    *:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur wasn’t the least bit happy when a soldier, armed and serious, came to his door while he was at home with the kids. With the kids dammit! The last thing he needed was the young ones being startled by their own people ordering them around. Kieran had gotten to the door first and Fright followed him in tow. ”You are to attend this party. That’s an order,”[/color] the npc soldier had said stiffly at his family’s door as he was handed a formal invite. Fright promptly had taken his striped lighter out of thin air via conjuration and burned his damn invite in front of the npc soldier’s eyes and huffed like an ill-tempered boy who wanted the whole world to burn. ”Get off my doorstep and don’t ever talk that way to me again. And don’t ever speak to my son that way again,” he then had looked down to Kieran and smiled and silently told himself he may as well show up to this ‘party.’


    When Frighty arrived at the set-up, he called out to Yuri first. ”Yuri? What is this bullshit? Sending people to our house—why didn’t ya just tell me what ya were planning, huh?” his western drawl was tinged with annoyance until he simmered down at the sight of all the food. So this was all for the Blackheart Sayrn had managed to snag? Cool. He'd help himself to some food and start shit, per usual.


    Finally the Whitecoat find one side of Lukas near to Kieran and Prism. He had half a brownie crammed in his mouth rather unlady-like when he spoke,”Howdy, rouge. Here, I’m Frightfur the medic ‘round these parts. No more speaking about that ugly hellhound back home, don’t like him. How about you come a little closer,” the bionic serval spoke with a tone that sounded a little like he could be aggressive and he aimed to roughly throw a partially metal forearm around Lukas and would try to pull him close and practically against his side to attempt to rub the guy on the head with a heavy metal paw in some sorta brutal noogie.


    ”Y’all think it’s lucky to rub a Rouge’s head? Huh?” Maybe, if one could stand the smell of them, Fright thought to himself, but probably not. As soon as he'd aimed to grab the enemy, he would release them without a second thought. Just playing with the enemy wasn’t completely satisfying and the one serval of a soldier wanted to do much more than banter.

    PRISM, COLOUREDCLAN

    —— he/she pronouns vary! | bio-tags ･ﾟ✦



    Frightfurs sudden and abrupt noogie makes even Prism jump. Those are the kind of biceps she would not like to get crushed into, nu-uh. Whilst Lukas is probably distracted trying to get his breath back from that brutal friendliness, Prism tilts her head a little trying not to show her frustration.


    She decides to try something she's only tried a few times. Staring ahead at Fright, she becomes a little spaced out appearing as she tried to send a telepathic message to the several. "Hey! Stop messing him around you little ---------- " the message drops before Prism can let out the string of explicits she wants to. "Thought the whole point of this was to be nice to him so he'll shed secrets!?"

    Out loud she tuts. "Sorry, Fright can be a little enthusiastic about meeting new people. Aint that right, Fright?"

    YURI MUZIKANT

     

    Yuri grinned as the prisoner of honor was led into the square. When Lukas uttered a meek “thank you” in his direction he answered with a curt, abrasive, ”You’re welcome!”. His clanmates were arriving too. Looks like that idea to send grumpy guards to everyone’s residence was genius. When Frightfur arrived and yelled at him, he only doubted his decision and method slightly. He would be using armed soldiers to force people to parties in the future. Fright was mad he had not just told his family to attend instead of sending someone else. The leader raised his paws up to the sides of his skull in a gesture of petty frustration. ”Be--cause, Frightfur. It was a surprise.” It would have been boring for him to explain it. A random soldier pounding at your door was much better!

     

    He saw Prism speaking with the prisoner. He caught that friendly posture and oh! That wink. Yuri hopped off the arm of the chair he was perching on and made his way down the table to where Lukas, Prism, and Frightfur had placed themselves. ”Uk. Prism do not seduce the prisoners.” Yuri did not actually want to be friendly to this worm. Like he had decided he wanted to make this little fellow squirm. The party? He should have fun while doing it, they all should – except for Lukas. He needed to squirm and not have fun.

     

    Yuri raised an eyebrow at Fright’s death noogie and then his comment about good luck. ”Uh, no,” he mewed disgustedly. ”Wash your hands,” he ordered next. Then his eyes rolled slowly to Lukas. He jutted towards the table and held up a platter of cookies which were decorated with rainbow sprinkles. Best to get them off the table before the kiddies grabbed them. He used telepathy to aid in balancing and holding the platter. He tilted it towards Lukas. ”Take a cookie. They are yours.” His words brisk but bright eyes eager.

     

    He turned his head to shout. ”Hey Saryn, Kieran, darling. Let’s start a party game. Look under that end of the table. I have some things.” If the two of them were to look under the table they would find sharp tacks, thin rope, a blindfold, and a pastel green monkey tail. This game was a classic and things needed to get more festive or he’d get bored.


     

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    "ah, no- not a power. just doing something nice." he nodded with a slight smile towards the wink- they were being nice to him! perhaps lukas could get a little more comfortable at the party after all- at the very least, prism seemed to be quite friendly. however, he couldn't say he was very prepared for frightfur's sudden appearance- tensing up a bit as he was pulled closer to feel... a noogie? but it kinda happened to hurt. letting out a shaky breath as he was let go, he couldn't help but nod towards the fellow medic as he tried to keep up the smile. "o-oh, i'm a medic as well- it's nice to meet you." he whispered- he had to keep being nice to these colouredclanners, and maybe then they wouldn't hurt him, right? he had a party for himself, after all!


    ...take a cookie. alright, he was starving, and so lukas found himself reluctantly removing a cookie off of the platter to take a small bite- prism had eaten out of the wing, so hopefully they weren't poisoned or anything! "...it's really good." he murmured with another soft smile- a guy like him didn't really belong in the blackheart rogues, but it didn't mean he couldn't still be loyal, right? no matter how kind and respectful he tried to keep himself.


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    YURI MUZIKANT

     

    Yuri giggled to watch the other male take small bite of the cookie. He then pointed a claw at Lukas. ”Oh-no. You are going to die now~,” he taunted. The cookies were crammed with sedatives though not poisons. Yuri tilted the platter towards Prism next. ”Want one?” He offered with a smirk despite his previous guffaw. He wouldn’t mind if Prism passed out cold or was just drowsy the rest of the party. Yuri was not a good cook and he had made these cookies (which tasted bland and lousy). He hoped the sedatives worked at least.


     

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