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  • ・゚ ✦ ° ECHOES IN MY BRAIN -Reasoning. It was what the spectacles-wearing boy had grown up doing for his whole life. Giancarlo was an intellectual fellow, meaning that he was someone that listened to his head rather than his heart. He was not the type of guy to take risks that could have harmed him, even if it resulted in him losing a valuable discovery. No matter how precious the treasure might have been, it was not worth it if it cost him his body. You only lived once, after all. The British boy supposed there was a possibility that he could have been reincarnated, but it was not the same as they would have been a totally different creature. It was not worth all of the trouble. The cream and white tom was different from other explorers. He was an explorer that was cautious. It was an odd combination but that trait of his had saved him countless of times. This was one reason why the second tier refused to participate in the battles or raids against Bloodclan's enemies. There was no point in fighting for such a trivial cause. The warriors here seemed to believe that dying in a fight was an honorable death, but Giancarlo thought that was just ridiculous. There was nothing honorable about losing one's life in a bloodbath as war solved nothing. All it did was make more enemies and waste more lives. It was not even interesting to begin with. Instead of fighting to the death, why didn't they just solve their problems with words? Was having a civil argument so difficult for these barbarians? What had been the cause of their hostile relationship, anyways? It was something that the high position had always wanted to ask the other barbarians about, but had never gotten the chance to. Hopefully it had not been anything along the lines of the Trojan War where the enmity had risen from a foolish love affair. If it had been because of a disagreement they had about an ancient artifact, then Giancarlo might have been able to understand their rivalry. Either way, he was still right about war being unnecessary. At least that was what he had thought in the beginning, before an incident occurred. Although his comrades saw him as a fool, they still could not deny the fact that Giancarlo was a young genius that was usually right about things. He was brilliant, but there were times when his careless actions or words ended up coming back and biting him in the arse. The maine coon had yet to realize this but some of the stuff that his clanmates suggested to him could have been put to good use in the future. He would have never said it aloud but there were times when he secretly thought about what the Bloodclanners advised him. Even if it was for a mere split second, he pondered over their words. It was a good start. Now all he had to do was use it.


    The morning started off like an normal day for Giancarlo. He rose out of his bed, ate some breakfast, checked on Gian Jr., gathered his equipment, and headed off to do research. At this point, it was a daily routine for the domestic feline. Once he made sure he had everything he needed for his expedition, the ex-house pet picked up his bag and exited his redstone cave. When he padded into the territory, he was still taken back by the sight of sand. It was strange for the bespectacled male as he was so used to having snow around this time in his hometown. It was disappointing to see that there was not much of a difference in Bloodclan's territory. There was not a drop of snow on the land. He stood in one place as he surveyed the area for a bit, taking in the sight of the vacant terrain. It was quiet but it was the kind of quiet that he enjoyed. Sighing, he snapped a quick picture of the scenery before he resumed his search for artifacts. It was supposed to be winter but it did not even feel like it. He wondered if the savages here had ever gotten the chance to see snow. Probably not. They seemed like the type of creatures that enjoyed staying in their tiny niche of a group, rarely venturing off to explore the other clans. Nowadays, the high position frequently ventured off to study the territories of their allies as he wanted to learn more about them as well. It was too bad he was not able to sneak a peek at their enemies as he wanted to see the type of environment they lived in. Were they as violent and brutal as Bloodclan or were they more mellowed down? From what he could tell so far, it appeared as though Sunclan kept the image of a group that was filled with heroes. Even their name was positive and uplifting as Bloodclan's name had a negative denotation. His guess was that their rival clan was filled with animals that were more civilized, while Bloodclan was stuck with the crazy hooligans. They were the delinquents, while Sunclan was the student council. At least that was what it seemed like to Giancarlo. It did not matter if he was wrong or not as he did not really care about the relationships that Bloodclan had. Politics had always bored him. Luckily for him, Barbara was pretty vague about all of that useless information during meetings.


    He continued to saunter around the sand dunes, until he eventually arrived at an area that was close to the border. He seated himself on the cool sand and picked at some of the sand on the ground as he searched for artifacts that might have been hidden underground. The chance of finding something was kind of unlikely but he could have never been too sure as he learned that after finding his dragon egg. Speaking of Gian Jr., the second tier wondered when the sapphire-hued egg would have hatched. He hoped it would have been sometime soon as he did not want his efforts to go to waste. As he dug a paw through the light sand, he spotted a figure rampaging towards him out of the corner of his eye. Before he could get a good look at them, he had to avoid their paws that were stretching out to assult him. A strained gasp escaped from his lips as he tried to gain a foothold in the sand. He had barely just missed the stranger's attack as strands of his fur fluttered in the air. The Sunclanner did not bother to flick the hair off of his unsheathed claws as they stared at Giancarlo in hatred. "You bastard..." they muttered under their breath. The maine coon lifted his gold-rimmed glasses as he glared at the other male in confusion. What was going on? Why was this buffoon so angry at him? He had never seen the newcomer in his life so he did not see why they would have disliked him already. Giancarlo had met a few creatures that disliked him after getting to know him, but never from getting one look of his appearance. Did he look like the murderer of their late relative or something? He opened his mouth to retort something back, but the ocelot did not seem like they wanted to hold a conversation as they were too busy attacking him. "It's because of you bastards that our solar commander passed away! I'll never forgive your kind!" they screeched in anger. This remark made him even more bemused. Solar commander? His kind? It took him a while to figure out what the wildcat was talking about, until he recalled one of Barbara's previous meeting. Oh right. If his memory was not playing tricks on him, then he remembered the she cat mentioning the success of their ambush against the leader of Sunclan. They raked their paw on the sand, before they lunged at him again.


    Giancarlo tripped over his paws and landed on his back with a thud. As he glanced up in pain, their paw was a few inches away from his face. His steel blue luminaries widened as he tilted his head to the side, missing their attack once again. "Stay still so I can kill you!" Giancarlo took their comment a little too literally, something he seemed to always be doing. Their request did not make any sense to him. Why would he have wanted to stay still when the Sunclanner was obviously trying to murder him? Rather than fighting back, he tried to reason with the distraught creature. He shook the sand off of his beautiful pelt, dusting it off with a forepaw in disgust. "Sir, please watch your language. I understand why you're angry, but that doesn't give you the right to release it out on me. Also, don't associate me with these barbarians. I'm far from being their kind." the pompous nerd stated in a crisp voice. He began to comb his chest with a paw, until the NPC suddenly leaped over to knock his glasses off. "SHUT UP!" they spat. Giancarlo flinched as his precious spectacles slipped off the rim of his nose and flew over to the other side of his body, unceremoniously landing on the ground. Shoot. He was as blind as a bat without his glasses. The ocelot sneered as they found his weakness. They were now able to freely attack the blonde youth without him avoiding them. "I've got you now you prick." Before the Hayate boy could brace himself, they swiped a paw, raking the side of his face with their claws. Giancarlo hissed in pain as he leaped back. He lifted a paw to nurse his cheek as he stared at the Sunclanner through squinted eyes. Although the wound they had inflicted on him hurt like hell, Giancarlo was not too worried about it. He was too busy fanboying about the strength of their attack. It was similar to the time when Barbara had smacked him when he had first joined. A chuckle escaped from his lips as he felt the wound. The science dork felt adrenalized as this was his first time getting into a real fight. He wondered if it would have scarred. Maybe he could have lied to his clanmates or brethren that he had gotten from winning a fight? That is if he survived this. Frustrated that they were getting no reaction out of the Bloodclanner, the vengeful ocelot gritted their teeth, before they prepared their next onslaught. They crouched down before they lunged for the domestic feline's neck.


    BUCKINGHAM B.



    AND DON'T TELL ME IF I'M DYING ——・゚✦
    ・゚✦ —— CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO KNOW


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  • Well, it was good to know Giancarlo was somewhat listening to their words/advice. In all honesty, if Bucky found out about this at all, he wouldn't believe it. Giancarlo has seemed to have a stick so far up his ass that the Warlord wouldn't believe it for a second. Any situation he has been in with Giancarlo, he has always been treated like he was the wrong one and a child. Giancarlo would talk to him as if he was a little kit and not the higher up he actually is, and calling him by his last name of Barnes. Bucky hated it, he hates it with a burning passion; he despises the feeling of being stupid when he knows he's right and Giancarlo is in the wrong. That stupid, rude, manipulative bitch- honestly the assassin probably hates Giancarlo the most than anyone. If anyone tried to say otherwise, Bucky would easily shut them down; especially after his reasons. Giancarlo's horrible, egotistical personality, the second tier's obsession with his metal leg- just to name a few.

    Buckingham happened to be padding through the territory- not exactly in the same area as Giancarlo- and the Warlord was rather enjoying himself. It was quiet, he didn't have an annoying second tier hovering over his back- all was well. But then, his ears pricked up at two voices, as well as scents invading his nasal cavity. From the voices, he could tell one was Giancarlo(ugh), and the other was a stranger. And there was Giancarlo's scent that confirmed that it was actually him, as well as the strangers. From what he can hear, the stranger sounds pretty pissed, and he managed to pick up 'Solar Commander' in the midst of their yelling. Ah, they must be a SunClanner, and their grief must have taken them over to come all the way to BloodClan and attack the first member their eyes set upon.

    Remembering how Giancarlo refused to spar just a few weeks ago, a thought occurred to him. Giancarlo doesn't know how to fight, The maine coon thought for a moment, before a sigh of annoyance escaped his lips. That must mean Giancarlo is becoming a punching bag for this SunClanner, and even though Bucky hates this kid to the ends of the Earth, he has to help. Even though he might not like it, Giancarlo is still a clanmate, and he can't just let a SunClanner murder them. Ears flattening to his head, the assassin would track down to the exact area where the two are fighting, before quickly making his way through the territory to intervene. He could only hope whenever he arrives, Giancarlo will still be alive and not be a bloody corpse.

    The tom entered the scene just in time, to hear Giancarlo attempt to reason with the npc. It didn't seem like him or the npc noticed the presence of the Warlord, the npc was too focused on killing Giancarlo and Giancarlo was too focused on attempting to reason with a SunClanner who will refuse to listen. For a moment, the tom hoped Giancarlo would get up and realize trying to talk to the SunClanner would be no good, but instead the second tier began to comb his chest with his paw- seriously? Before he could make a move to intervene, as clearly Giancarlo had a death wish, the npc knocked Giancarlo's glasses off of his head. He heard a hiss of pain escape Giancarlo's mouth as he recoiled back at the swipe, noticing small amounts of blood on the second tier's cheek. Okay, he can't just stand here and watch, he has to help, as again, it seems like Giancarlo is more curious than afraid- wait a minute, did he just hear a chuckle escape Giancarlo's mouth. Never mind, focus on the SunClanner. His blue gaze landed on the SunClanner, just when they were getting riled up with anger and getting ready to pounce. The assassin did the same thing, but in a quicker manner, and was already leaping into the air when the SunClanner lunged for Giancarlo with it's paws outstretched for his neck.

    Buckingham's body collided with the ocelot's, knocking the SunClanner onto the rough sand, a few feet away from Giancarlo. The ocelot let out a loud gasp of surprise at the sudden ambush, eyes widening with some fear at the sight of the assassin. Ah yes, the rumors about Bucky still must be going strong there- a case like him can't exactly be forgotten overnight. Not letting the SunClanner attempt to fight back, the Warlord lashed out at the Ocelot's throat with his metal paw, metal claws digging into their fur and ripping open, blood splattering everywhere. For a few moments, the SunClanner would gasp out in pain, before turning to the npc choking on their open blood and then shortly after came death. Once the SunClanner was dead, the assassin would drop the corpse on the ground, and quickly turn to face Giancarlo, not caring if there is blood over his face and paws.

    "What the hell where you thinking? Reasoning with it? If it weren't for me intervening, you would be dead right now!" The Warlord found himself scolding, ears flattening to his cranium, hoping Giancarlo would at genuinely listen to him now. "Did you even try to fight back?"


    and get into the system, we both know you need one
    the tip of the needle, is taking over you.

    Buckingham "Bucky" Barnes | Sanguine Ruins ex-Warlord | Maine Coon | Tags | Played by Sky;;
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  • ・゚ ✦ ° ECHOES IN MY BRAIN - The Sunclanner's hysterical screech continued to ring in his ears. They were distraught and angry that their beloved commander had been murdered by them. And while they planned on killing him, the second tier saw a glimpse of regret in the young male's eyes. They looked as if they did not want to do this. If only they had decided to listen to their conscious. Giancarlo instinctively winced as he prepared to meet his doom. He supposed this was it. The bespectacled feline believed that he had had a good run. He had made many discoveries and had learned a lot about Bloodclan. His only regret was that he had never gotten the chance to meet his humans Nancy and Drew again. He supposed he had also made a lot more enemies than friends. The nerd supposed he could have done this in his next life. It was just unfortunate that it all had to end this way. There was no way to change fate, but he wished that he could have done more with his life. He had merely been a bystander that had not been a part of the feud between the Sanguine Ruins and Sunclan. The only reason he had gotten involved was simply because of his membership in the enemy group. He had not even been at the scene when his clanmates had murdered the Sunclan leader, so why was this NPC taking their frustration out on him? It was not fair at all, yet the fool refused to listen to him. He had no way to defend himself, no one around to assist him. Giancarlo was helpless. He closed his eyes and waited for the ocelot's razor-sharp teeth to close around his neck. It never did. To his confusion, the maine coon did not feel any pain. He held his breath for a few seconds, before he hesitantly cracked an eye open. It had all happened within a second. The Sunclanner went flying as something slammed against it. His eyes widened when they saw that his attacker was now sprawled on the floor. Their body shivered in fear as another creature approached it. His savior had been Buckingham. He was too engrossed by the NPC to care about the one that had saved his life. The spotted wildcat gasped for air and before they could defend themselves, their life was ended by a familiar metal claw. A pitiful squeak escaped from their lips, until they finally drew their last breath and went limp. The blood that splashed onto his cheek went unnoticed as he scrutinized the scene.


    The Bucky that was usually calm and reserved seemed to have disappeared for a split second. There was no remorse in their eyes. The assassin's hues were stone cold. They had the eyes of an experienced murderer. The high position had finished the Sunclanner off as if they had been a piece of prey. Giancarlo continued to stare at the Sunclanner, until Buckingham's loud voice caught his attention. He was not really paying attention to what they were saying as he was too busy focusing on the Warlord's metal forepaw. Their arm had managed to do so much damage in a short amount of time. It had been incredible, absolutely phenomenal! He examined the bloodstained paw from a few different angles before he finally gave his input on the situation. The cream furred tom cat did not seem to realize how serious the situation had been as he went on to ramble about their metal foreleg instead. "You finished them off so quickly with that metal arm of yours! Killing them with a normal paw would have taken a few blows but your tool was able to end their life in a second. A mere second! A weapon like that can be used by so many creatures, including service dogs and whatnot. Buckingham, you should reconsider my request a little more." The request was that the chocolate colored feline should have given him their metal arm so he could have delivered it to his brethren back in England. That was all Giancarlo cared about right now. The thought of giving the Bloodclanner a thank you for saving his life had not even crossed his mind. He was too busy fanboying about the battle he had witnessed. While the ex-house pet was not a fan of violence, there was an exception when Buckingham's metal limb was involved. This was a weapon that could have been utilized to do so many great things. There were so many possibilities, so much room for it to grow. It could have been used for wars and even as a backscratcher. Millions of creatures would have wanted to get their hands on the unique item. The only thing standing in their way was Buckingham's stubbornness. The long-furred Warlord's selfish reasons was keeping them away from progress.


    Too many things were happening at once and his brain was not able to process all of it. Buckingham was yelling at him, Giancarlo was observing their metal arm, and the Sunclanner's corpse was still on the ground. His murky blue luminaries flickered over to where the dead body was lying. Ah right, the corpse! He still continued to ignore the high position's questions as he resumed to pad over to where the enemy creatures had died. He pointed a paw at the deceased ocelot and turned to glance over at the Warlord. "If you don't mind, I'm going to be confiscating this Sunclanner's body for science." There was no point in asking for Barnes' permission as Giancarlo planned on dissecting it either way. This was finally his chance to study an animal's body and his clanmates would have not been able to complain about it as it was an enemy creature's corpse. He glanced down at the ocelot and frowned. There was no way he was touching this filthy fiend with his precious paws. He dug through his mask bag and immediately pulled out a pair of lattex gloves that were kept inside a box. Snapping them on, the pale colored youth carefully picked up the wildcat's hind leg and prepared to drag them back to his den to experiment on. Though before he could do that, Buckingham's words finally registered in his head. He had to retrace back to what they had said but he finally concluded that they had asked him a total of three inquires and one remark. The first two questions were about the strategy he had used to defend himself. The high position seemed angry that he had bothered to reason with the Sunclanner. He cleared his throat before he began to converse with the other male. "I'm not a fighter so I decided to try and reason with them. Using my claws would have been futile as it would have done little harm to the ocelot, so I attempted to make peace with them through the use of communication." he mewed back, while he lifted his gold-rimmed glasses. It was not as if he had planned on getting beaten by the Sunclanner. It was his body's fault for being too weak. He sighed as he shook his head from side to side. If only Buckingham did not have such a childish mindset. They believed that everything could have been solved through violence. In reality, that was not always the case. This had just been one of those rare situations.


    He rolled his pale oculars at their next bold statement. They claimed that if it had not been for them coming in, he would have been a goner. While they were partially right, they were still wrong in his opinion. "Yes, yes, my hero." he huffed in a sarcastic tone. He really did not need the Warlord's assistance. It had been the Warlord's choice to help him so he technically did not owe them anything. Either way, Giancarlo still felt indebted to them for rescuing him. He was just too prideful to admit it. That was probably the biggest issue with the Hayate teenager. He did not know how to admit his faults and was always blaming other creatures. The bespectacled dork had a lot of pride in himself, which resulted in a lot of disputes. It also did not help that the Bloodclanners were living in such poor conditions as it gave Giancarlo another reason to look down on them. He was from a cultivated country, while they had grown up in the slums. The major difference was that he had actually had a proper education. "Actually Barnes, I could have handled the situation on my own. If I had just persuaded them a little more, we would have been able to come up with an agreement. The reason it did not happen was because you had intervened." Giancarlo clicked his tongue as he dropped the ocelot's leg and seated himself in front of Buckingham. He really was not in the mood to argue with Buckingham right now (it seemed as if they were always doing that) as he wanted to study the NPC body as soon as possible. Their last question was about whether or not he had attempted to defend himself. Giancarlo felt that he had, just not physically. He assumed that was not the answer that the tom cat was looking for. "How could I when I don't know how to?" The Bloodclanner was asking for the impossible from him. They were well-aware of the fact that he was a poor combatant, so why were they lecturing him about it? He fixed the strap of his bag, before he murmured something under his breath. "If you're so against the idea of me reasoning with the enemy, then teach me how to defend myself." His request was not serious. Giancarlo was just challenging the chestnut hued barbarian. If they were so keen on him using his claws then they should have shown him what to do, not whine about how his attempts had failed.



    AND DON'T TELL ME IF I'M DYING ——・゚✦
    ・゚✦ —— CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO KNOW


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  • It seems like the assassin set his hopes up high for Giancarlo for nothing. After he just scolded Giancarlo for almost getting his ass murdered, the first things that came out of the second tier's mouth was about his metal leg. Giancarlo was babbling about his metal prosthetic, he was amazed how well it worked and the second tier insisted he killed the SunClanner faster because of it. Bullshit. Complete bullshit- Bucky could have murdered the SunClanner with his flesh leg and claws just as easily. He did it so easily because of his experience. Unlike Giancarlo, Bucky is a pretty experienced fighter. He was put through living hell, had no choice but to follow orders, and almost paid the price when he disobeyed. He has killed before, killing this SunClanner to save Giancarlo's life wasn't his first time. So of course when Giancarlo looked into his eyes, he saw the eyes of an experienced murderer, as it was the truth. The male rolled his eyes at the comment made by Gian, snapping, "You were almost murdered by that ocelot and the first comment you make is about my metal leg and that you want me to reconsider your offer? Stop wasting your breath, it's never going to happen, get over yourself."

    The male sat himself down on the ground, lifting his metal paw into the air and brought it up to his muzzle. He began to lick the blood off of his metal paw, he wasn't just going to let that stay there for long. He didn't want to let his metal prosthetic rust- that would happen if he didn't lick the blood off. He wanted his leg to stay in good condition, he wasn't going to be careless and just let the stained blood ruin his limb. As he was doing this, his ears pricked up at Giancarlo's next comment. "Go ahead- I don't care what you do with it." Well, at least he was going to experiment on an enemy rather than a clanmate. Bucky is still quite against him experimenting on a clanmate's body, at least he respected their wishes that way, right? As he was licking the blood off of his paw, it seemed like whatever Giancarlo planned to do, he was going to do it now. Bucky just watched them pick up the corpse's hind leg, but before doing that the younger maine coon put a pair of gloves on. Okay, that didn't seem very necessary, but the male decided to make no comment. The main reason why he didn't make a comment as it finally seemed like Giancarlo decided to listen to his scolding. For an honest second, he was afraid his comments were for nothing and that Giancarlo just ignored him as always.

    The assassin listened for a moment, before letting out a sigh. "Yes, I can see that, it's pretty obvious you tried to talk your way out of getting murdered," He bluntly said with a small frown, finally putting his metal paw back on the ground. How else was he suppose to say it? Yes, Giancarlo might not be a fighter, but if Bucky wasn't a fighter and he got attacked, he'd still try to fight back. He would have been smart and tried anything to prevent him from getting killed. "Yes, yes, my hero." He heard the sarcastic comments make their way out of Giancarlo's mouth, and before he could even make a comment, the second tier was continuing on. "Actually Barnes, I could have handled the situation on my own. If I had just persuaded them a little more, we would have have been able to come up an agreement. The reason it did not happen was because you had intervened."

    "I am going to stop you right there- I'm sorry to say this but there was no way you could have persuaded that SunClanner more. If you tried to keep persuading them like you did before- they would have continued ignoring you. They would have killed you for your ignorance- don't even try to blame me for intervening, I saved your god damn life." Bucky could have easily turned the other way and let the ocelot murder Giancarlo. It would have been easy, he didn't have to put his own life at risk to save another's. And he did it, he risked his own life for someone he doesn't even like. And now, he was getting blamed that Giancarlo didn't get to persuade the SunClanner more because he decided to take the situation into his own paws. "How could I when I don't know how to?"

    "Funny you should ask that, as weeks ago I offered to spar with you, that could have helped you learn." The male scoffed, before his ears pricked at the second tier's next comment. "If you're so against the idea of me reasoning with the enemy, then teach me how to defend myself." Giancarlo might have not been serious, but Bucky took that for real. "Fine," He said as he got up onto his paws, his blue gaze locking on the cream maine coon, "I'll train you." He began to pad past the second tier, flicking his tail as a signal to follow. "We'll start right now, come on."

    Once he led the younger male away from the border, his serious gaze locked onto Giancarlo once again. "If you really want to learn how to defend yourself, the best way to do it is through sparring." It was true, Giancarlo can easily learn how to defend himself through a fake fight. It would be better if he learned to defend himself from an opponent like Bucky, unlike the SunClanner, Bucky didn't have plans to kill Gian. "Now, try to do anything but reasoning to keep yourself from harm- try to dodge, swipe your paws at me, anything you can do to fight back." Nonchalantly, the male was retracting his real claws, as Bucky planned to give Giancarlo no option in this training. He couldn't retract his metal claws, as those were built into the metal leg- he just won't use his metal leg so he won't draw any blood. "Now, think fast!"

    Suddenly the maine coon leaped forward, stretching his paws out, hoping Giancarlo will dodge out of the way. If he didn't get a chance to, Bucky would ram into them, giving Giancarlo the opportunity to swipe at Bucky's face or kick at Bucky's stomach to protect himself.


    and get into the system, we both know you need one
    the tip of the needle, is taking over you.

    Buckingham "Bucky" Barnes | Sanguine Ruins ex-Warlord | Maine Coon | Tags | Played by Sky;;
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