I WON'T HESITATE, BITCH — open, gifts to allies

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    ミTAGS && things have slowed down a little lately and it's something chicagocrimes cant help but take notice of. sure, this place has never been hoppin' but it can definitely do better than this. outside of her house sits an assortment of wicker baskets, waiting hungrily to be filled with the various things she thought to be gift-worthy; weaponry of course, seasoned meats, articles of clothing, and then arts and crafts in general. it's a nifty little set up; certainly not her best work but it should get the job done. "oi fam, we're making gift baskets unique to our allies and droppin' em off at their borders so if yer into that come on over." she rocks casually back on her heels then, batting purple hues at everyone who does care to look.

    THE EMPIRE
    HAWKCLAN
    PRISMATIC PLAINS
    WIND HAVEN
    THE CARTEL
    THE THUNDERLANDS

    i will make you proud

         i will make you have faith in me

    Ah, well, he supposed he could go somewhere. Destrian wandered over to where his mother was assigning people Clans and thought for a moment. Where could he go? The Empire used to be Westeros, right? He'd always been interested in going there, so maybe he should check that one out. "I'll go to the Empire," The tom stated as he padded over. After smiling to Chica, he began to pack a basket with a few items to take. Why didn't they just use backpacks, or something more durable? Baskets were a little awkward to carry. Hmm. He should work on a new way to carry stuff once he got back.






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    ミTAGS && it's all yours. i think the empire is into weapons, but that's just a hunch." the woman returns the smile, her lips sleek, before turning away toward the other unfinished baskets.