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  • Oh, won't you come with me?

    Where the ocean meets the sky?tags


    War was coming.


    It was no secret. Everybody and their mother knew it at this point. It had all started when Mikoto had abducted Yptix, a child of the Exiles, unbeknownst to him that abducting children wasn't exactly ethical battle conduct. He hadn't hurt the child however, and Yptix was treated kindly, but this didn't matter to the Exiles. It was taken as a battlecry, and their thirst for war was yet to be quenched. Then the captures and tortures ensued, most notably with Saturnpaw. The poor thing had mauled at the border, and the assailant didn't even bother to hide the anticlan's scent, showing just how cocky they were. Mikoto had been captured by the Shadow Veil, but that was a different matter entirely. Currently, the Blackheart Rogues and the Shadow Veil were honoring a temporary truce. The last thing they needed was to fight a war on two fronts, so it was for the best. It was kind of funny really. When this had first broken out, Saoirse had a strict, immovable opinion that war was bad and should be avoided at all costs. But slowly, slowly, she was beginning to figure out her own personal opinion on the matter. War was inevitable; and sometimes needed to settle archaic disputes. Not everything could be settled through kind words and warm gestures. The Exiles was an anticlan, a group that took no sh*t from no one and was keen to jump at the first opportunity of battle. Right now, the Blackheart Rogues had to assert their dominance and show that they weren't a clan to mess around with. They had tried settling it with words, but that went terribly. In fact, had it gone on very much further, Saoirse had a small hunch that Bo wouldn't be above eating their leader. After his announcement at the most recent meeting, she had figured that while everyone was hosting battle training and power training, perhaps it would be good to hold an evacuation plan for the sick, young, and elderly. Not everyone could fight, despite them needing as much man power as they could get.


    "Rogues." She announced, standing in the parlor room. Her voice was firm, though it did not carry the same authority as Bo's or Vel's. The Strategist adjusted her scarf slightly, pulling it down a little so not to cover her mouth and muffle her words, "With Bo's permission, I'd like to organize an evacuation plan for those that can not fight."


    She'd wait until a few more people showed up to announce it, and hoped that it would spread to the rest through word of mouth.


    trashboat ..



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  • at her fellow apprentice's call, the blackguard would approach curiously. saorise was always a cat who always managed to impress the small torbie, and she had to admit, she looked up to her a bit. "that sounds like a great idea, saoirse." meowed saturnpaw as she padded over and sat down, waiting for everyone else to gather so they could begin to plan.

    saturn girl, you're ecstasy baby!

    ( i need your love to stay alive )

    7 moons (☆) bhr heartkeeper & apprentice (★) roleplayed by ivory

    plot with saturnpaw !!

  • ★ — Hearing the Strategist's call, Nico padded forward curiously. An evacuation plan? That sounded like a good idea, considering their current stance with the Exiles. And looking around the parlor room of the castle, he could understand why such a plan would be needed. It would be a disaster if their enemies decided to strike their camp directly, and a predetermined escape route would be a necessity to ensure all their safety if such an event were to occur. He padded forward until he was standing across from the Strategist, giving Saturnpaw a silent greeting before taking a seat and waiting in silence.



    tags | "speech"



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    they're circling above — ★

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  • Trashboat had tried to return somewhat to a calm, jovial attitude that he had once before. The war was coming, and everyone knew that, and now it seemed as if someone was eating them from the inside too. It seemed that, though Bo and his rogues had a few weeks of peace, they wouldn't be able to return so easily. The second they fixed one thing, something else erupted and made things worse.


    He heard Saoirse's steady voice from the parlor room, his ears perking as he wondered what was going on. She hadn't asked him prior, not that he could remember. Then the words hit him - evacuation plan. He hadn't thought about the sick and the young, as sad as that sounded. He figured they would be safe here, in their home. But now, with the mysterious rogue killing off and hurting their own... Hell, Bo wasn't the right creature for this place. He forgot about the most vulnerable so easily. The only way he found solace in his position was by remembering that not all leaders were the best and that was why they hired deputies and the such to help out.


    He trotted into the room, his hulking form unable to be missed, though he made no move to replace Saoirse in her spot. He gave her a simple nod of approval, "I'm glad someone thought of it," he hummed, making it known that he had yet to think of something to save their innocent, "There are secret passages littered about the castle, I'm sure. I have yet to fully explore them, but this could be the chance to?"

  • "That's sum 'ussy shit." She snorted in her seat, standing up to press her lips forward at everyone. She'd never heard something so... So... Pathetic? An escape route for those who couldn't fight? What, did their pack suddenly have a surplus of injured individuals, also, why did they suddenly expect a raid? She had so many questions to ask them, so many things she wanted to let them in on. They should be training, learning new ways to protect themselves in battles, different ways to prevent the war from ever happening in the first way. A good persuasion, a good defense, that would their escape rout. Why escape if there was no danger? "Why tha hell do we 'ave an evacuation route? What 'ave ya been messin' in recently? Buggin' other packs?" She barked, shoulders rolling as she approached them with sass dripping from her tongue.



    [ description | "speaking" | thoughts ]

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  • "Not everyone is as fortunate to have their health as you, Dove." the Practitioner's voice was uncharacteristically sharp as he approached, a second great bulk of wolfish fur filling the room. His voice was calm but tinged with passion, and those who knew him would understand that Dovecry's dismissive words had struck a nerve, likely due to his profession as a healer. "We are greatly blessed to be sound of body and of mind, and capable of fighting for the Rogues; but you must remember that some people are elderly, or very young, or infirm. They are as worthy of safety and protection as anyone else. It is our duty to ensure their well-being." he settled down next to Bo and cleared his throat. "And no, we have not been messing with other packs, with the exception of a single member's mistake. By and large, we have been messed with." having said what he wanted to - though greatly doubting she would take well to his response or that she would agree with him - he turned his attention over to Saoirse. He was unbelievably proud of his sister; in fact, he barely recognized her. Not that long ago she had been a very young, longfurred chocolate point, friendly but timid and unsure of how to enter the social scene of the BHR. And now...now she was a little older, and winged, and graced with a blue scarf, and utterly in command of herself. His heart swelled with love and bubbled over with pride and he was unable to keep from beaming at her. "Secret passages sound like a fine way to go, provided they're reliable and they won't cave in."


  • Oh, won't you come with me?

    Where the ocean meets the sky?tags


    Pastel blue optics wandered from person to person, first landing on Saturnpaw, to whom she gave a small smile to, then to Nico. She had yet to properly interact on a personal level with the male, but she'd seen him around a lot recently and was incredibly grateful for his presence. Next was Trashboat, and her smile fell away into a more solemn expression as the Strategist dipped her head in acknowledgement of his presence. She couldn't imagine the strain it must be taking on his mind and body having to lead their clan through such adversity. But they were all a family. And family stuck together through thick and thin. "Secret passages?" She echoed back quizzically. This was the first she was hearing of them. But if they were there like he said, then they would provide much usefulness. "Mm, this seems as best a time as any to explore them in that case, love. Do you know where we should start?"


    As Dovecry approached, a small sigh parted pale lips as her complaints reached her ears. She knew her fellow Irish-speaker meant no malice, and that it was simply the way that the other had been brought up. Irregardless, it wasn't exactly doing much to bring up morale. She'd talk to her later if she got the chance. She still had more questions to ask her regarding the nature of her linguistic abilities. And then came her brother. Her wonderful, passionate, incredible brother. Her brother that had come so far in such little time, and was a rock to them all. She offered him another smile, warm and encouraging. His words did make her wonder, however, on just how safe these passages were. The manor in which they lived was old - Saoirse could tell that by the books that were housed inside the Library, with each one she picked up being more archaic and irrelevant than the last. Hopefully the secret tunnels' structures hadn't been compromised.



    LET ME KEEP YOU SAFE AND WARM

    ( HERE IN MY ARMS )

    ( ) ——— ( ) ——— ( ) ——— ( ♥ )

  • velvetpaw--

    bhr - medium - attack in #994dff




    Velvetpaw melted from the flickering shadows, golden eyes fixed thoughtfully on the other Rogues as they discussed evacuation plans. She recalled, on her walks around the territory, that she had found a sort of ruined building that hadn't been touched in a long time. Not the shrine that Babyblue took great pride in keeping ... something else. Does Bo have telepathy? She wondered, silent, but thought pitched to anyone nearby who might be fluent in thought.


    "If someone has telepathy or sound manipulation, that might come in handy to send out a wake-up call in the case that we do need to go." She offered when everyone else paused to take a breath.



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    the bhr + strategist + storage + played by wren

  • "I have telepathy." the dark-pelted Blackheart spoke up, a quick smile appearing on his face as he swiveled his pale eyes to Vel. "I'm sure I'm capable of raising the alarm, though, God willing, I'll never have to."


  • ✦ ✧ ✦ Babyblue wasn't much of a fighter, but something he was good at was running. And making sure the rest of his clan was safe too was something he wanted to gladly take part of. Everybody seemed to be discussing an escape route, but Babyblue considered something that could be more important. "We need to find somewhere that's safe to evacuate to, zura!" he added in, before continuing, "Somewhere with shelter, but also, it needs to have a lot of space... and maybe somewhere that has good defenses? or, uh..." he trailed off - he meant to explain how long sightlines would give them more indication of an ambush, but the dog had no clue how to explain that in English or Japanese.

  • the tabby listened to the ideas floating around her, lingering in the air. she was unsure whether or not to chime in at first, due to how new she was to the clan. but the longer she remained silent and listened, the more thoughts relating to what everyone was saying floated around her mind. and one thing was standing out to samara; the protector, the guardian - like her translated name means. she had chosen this name over delilah because protecting others was what she wanted to do, therefore the diplomat knew she had to voice her concern. "sister, as much as we need to have all the able warriors fighting if we were to be attacked, we cannot simply have those who cannot fight evacuate by themselves," the australian accented female called out in a period of silence, remaining as soft spoken as always, "what if we become complacent and our enemy gets to the tunnel and consequently to our most vulnerable? we would need an escort or two to bring them to a safe place and to protect them in case of unforeseen consequences." light hazel-green eyes flickered over to babyblue and she gave a brisk nod of agreement with what he was proposing. they did need a safe place for everyone to gather - or even to safe places, in case something happened to the first one or vice versa.


    FELL FOR THESE OCEAN EYES

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  • Oh, won't you come with me?

    Where the ocean meets the sky?tags


    Telepathy. Of course, how could she have forgotten. An evacuation plan wouldn't be much use if it was too late to evacuate, would it? "Very well." She would punctuate her sentence with a gratifying nod towards Velvet and her brother, "Good thinking Vel. Ro, you'll be our 'bell-ringer' so to speak. We're counting on you." Next was Babyblue, and the girl listened intently to what he had to say, flicking a stray fly from her ear, "Mm, that's true.. But I think Vel is working on that already," Saoirse would pause momentarily to shoot a hopeful glance in her fellow Strategist's direction. "Once we have the second base in place, Blue, do you think you could organize a group to stock it was essential supplies? Medicine, food, the like?"


    Finally, ice-colored eyes landed on her sister, "You make a good point. Would you consider volunteering as an escort? We'll need another as well to bring up the rear of course, if anyone would like to volunteer."


    /oop, sorry this is rushed you guys ;w;



    LET ME KEEP YOU SAFE AND WARM

    ( HERE IN MY ARMS )

    ( ) ——— ( ) ——— ( ) ——— ( ♥ )

  • she listened patiently and intently as saoirse ran through all the suggestions in order. she found herself reassured by the replies her sister was given and if she were anyone else she probably would have nodded her head to showcase her agreement. but samara maintained her posture just as it had been, up until she was addressed. her lips became etched with a smile and she bowed her head. “if that is where my expertise are wanted, then of course i will be an escort.” the tabby accepted it with little hesitation. in a weird way she was kind of thankful that she had a role here - not that she ever wished that she would have to perform her duty obviously.


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    FELL FOR THESE OCEAN EYES

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  • ✦ ✧ ✦ Quietly listening to the others, Babyblue blinked as Saoirse turned to face him, addressing him. "Of course, zura!" Babyblue answered, determined to do anything he could to help the clan. Gathering supplies would be easy as - so long as he could find a way to make them non-perishable.


    "Babyblue speech!" | "Goldsmoke speech!"