[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 12px georgia][sup]"That depends. Do you snore?" he meowed back with the hint of a smile. Though Lorem was a fighter, he still found it nice not to have cats snapping at his throat constantly.
[size=8]Sacrifice snickered, not afraid to hide his grin. "Whoooo, me? Nawwwww." The blue ticked tabby chuckled, shaking his paw in dismissal of the idea.
[size=8]A bet? Oh Sacrifice was totally up for that. "Aww, you'll look so pretty with butterfly wings!" The Adviser grinned, grabbing the birdie and glancing around. "Where's some fire?" The blue ticked tabby meowed, his voice slurred because of the birdie.
Glenn Simul Stamus
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[color=black][font=times new roman]ic: Glenn rolled her eyes at Atropa, nudging her affectionately before whisking herself away in a flash of shining fur to take a seat next to her father. "There are a lot more Simul Stamuses then I thought, Sacrifice," She said quietly, liquid gold gaze floating across the room.
[size=8]Sacrifice couldn't believe what he just heard. Jaw dropping in surprise, a hurt look took place on his face. "... Why would you call me that? I'm your FATHER." The Adviser muttered. "Don't ever call me that again." Seriously, it was like Glenn wasn't even his child. She'd be better of being Grim's child if she continued calling him his name. Subconsciously, the blue ticked tabby scooted himself away from his daughter. Oh no, she wasn't his child if she called him Sacrifice. He was NOT 'Sacrifice', he was 'Dad' or 'Father' or whatever little nickname followed those.
Sacrifice himself didn't care too much for the Simul Stamus family, and found it a little ridiculous it was slapped onto his children's names. Of course, he would never state those opinions out loud. Watching Grim slowly start to leave again, the blue ticked tabby rolled his eyes. "If he wants to leave, let him. None of us are being forced to stay." The Adviser meowed, glancing down at Basileus Elijah. Oh, no way in hell was he going to let his son grow attached to Grim. Fuck, he'd most likely take his son as a trainee!
[size=8]Son of Avrigon? Why the fuck would Sacrifice want to know that? "Son of Avrigon, eh?" The Adviser growled, showing his clear displeasure for the man-whore. "No." The blue ticked tabby meowed, shrugging his shoulders. It was quite simple, really; his blood was tainted, thus he was worthless. "You state your father's name as if it will help you in any way. Avrigon's blood in you only makes me hate you." Sacrifice explained. "Unless you can prove to me that you're worth my time and you'll stop flaunting your father's name as if it's a good thing, then I'll consider it." Aww he really didn't want to break the kid's heart.
[ ooc. ] all i know in japanese is that yuki-onna = snow lady xD and that's okay, i'll be getting a rat soon <3 [ /ooc. ]
[size=8]Oh Daemons now he felt awful. Lifting a paw and lightly slapping himself, Sacrifice shook his head. "Honey, don't be sorry. You don't know better. I just.. Please, don't call me that. You're my daughter, I love you; you shouldn't have to call me Sacrifice." The Adviser meowed, carefully reaching his paw forward to his daughter. He really didn't want her to hate him. He wanted all of his children to love him.
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8][justify][size=8]Aleu only shrugged, shaking her ticked tabby head. "If they wanted him dead, they'd do it themselves. Spirits aren't powerless, regardless of whatever spiritual realm they reside in." The brown ticked tabby explained, green eyes shifting toward the window. Really, if they wanted him dead, they would have put a curse on him or something. Maybe send an entire spiritual army after him, which is what StarClanners and other spirits in 'good' realms did.
Snickering when Jiyu bragged of herself having a guard dog, Aleu shrugged. "I've been thinking about being a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog..." The blueblood admitted. Of course, Jiyu would most likely have no idea what that was. She was a spirit; she pretty much knew every breed of dog and cat ever.
[size=8]Laughing wryly, Aleu's forest green eyes locked onto her sister. "My point exactly, smart-ass." The brown ticked tabby growled. "I don't like being alone... Being dead sucks." Aleu meowed, trying to justify her murderous tendencies. "Do you honestly think I enjoy have the chance of dying even when I'm already dead?" The blueblood growled, pushing her yellow rose forward toward Riony. As long as her sister didn't pluck a rose from that rose, she'd be fine. "Seriously, why change your name? I think it sounds fairly lady-like. Besides, our parents gave you the name Marionette!"
[size=8]Listening to his daughter call out his name, Sacrifice quickly turned to face the source of the noise as padded quickly forward to meet Glenn. "Hi Glenn." The blue ticked tabby purred, reaching his paw forward to pull his daughter into a hug. Blue eyes twinkling with pride, the Adviser sat down and curiously stared down at his daughter. "How've you been?" One thing Sacrifice was afraid of was being a terrible father. He could face Latin in a fight without dropping a sweat, but when it came to his children Sacrifice turned into a toothpick; too easy to break.
[size=8][ ooc. ] xD that's fine love. <3 [ /ooc. ]
Sighing, Sacrifice nodded. "Because it's falling apart love. One more generation and it'll tumble to the ground, and wipe out almost all the Elite." The blue ticked tabby meowed, sitting down and curling his tail around his paws. Closing his eyes and curling his tail around his daughter when she buried her face into his chest, the ticked tabby nodded. "I know honey. I grew up here... All of my life, I spent here..." He'd be taking a painting from the secret room he was born in. The secret room that only his siblings, mother, and every one in that generation in the family knew of. Not even Capone knew of it, or her 'brainwashed drones' as his grandmother had called them.
"... Would you like to hear old stories of the mansion?"
[size=8]Chuckling as Latin sauntered into the room, a grin split Sacrifice's maw. "LATIIIIIIIN!" The Adviser called out loudly, not rising from his spot. He didn't exactly want to move away from his children, not when a huge ass deer walked into the room. Glancing at his children, Sacrifice chuckled as he looked back up at the stag. "Kids, meet your uncle Latin. He's a bada- er, an awesome son of a brick. I think you guys'll love him."
[size=8]"Being formal doesn't mean stating your parents." The Adviser carefully pointed out, eyebrow raised curiously. Something about the chocolate-silver tabby was interesting, to say the least. "Formal would be something along the lines of 'Good day sir, how are you?' But, you know... less snobby." Sacrifice meowed, shrugging. At the suggestion of a test, the Adviser merely shrugged, blue gaze clouded over in thought. "... Fine by me."
Sacrifice never had been the best fighter. Granted, he could hold his own very well in a fight {there was a reason he was Adviser other than his brain}, but his forte was more strategy and planning. "Doesn't matter how good you are at fighting. I'm not the best at it; Lorem would whoop my ass. But planning? Pfft, I'd blow him out of the water." The blue ticked tabby mused, more to himself than anyone. "Hatred is an... interesting motivation. Not one I would exactly use, but I guess it works." The Adviser meowed, shrugging. "Now, tell me everything about you. Siblings, reason for any hatred you might have, love life, everything. I want to know you if I'm going to be around you often." Wasn't really a test, but oh well.
[size=8][ ooc. ] that's fine, go ahead and think. <3
PFFT ALEU'S BASED OFF OF MARY BECAUSE I LOVE MARY TO DEATH. <3 i haven't really thought about her following the ib plot, but i can see it happening. xD however, the garry-cat would have to live because i can't stand seeing a character die. x3 but for the most part, it would be the Together Forever ending <3
xD for the whole rose thing to work, they'd have to be dead though, so i'm not sure how that would work. xD
[size=8]Sacrifice sighed, nodding his head tentatively. "... Yeah, it has. But this meteor shower destroyed the place, just because the Daemons want Avrigon dead." That was the Adviser's theory anyways. "Let me tell you, I hate Avrigon, and the day he dies is the day I will mark an annual celebration for it." The blue ticked tabby grumbled, more to himself than Glenn.
Ooh, so she did want to hear stories about the mansion? "How about your grandparents, Ink and Berry? Your Great-grandparents, Theron and Brae? The secret room I was born in? Maybe about glowstick battles I had with your grandfather and uncle?"
[size=8]"Pfft, uh course broooo~" Sacrifice snickered, looking around at his kits. "By the way Latin, meet Volare, Glenn, Hemera Ossta, Atropa, Solitaire, Basileus Elijah, and Benvolio." The Adviser meowed, pointing to each kit with his tail as he listed off their names. Listening to Liesel loudly announce her entrance, the blue ticked tabby sighed. Oooh how he hated his fellow Adviser. She was far too loud and full of herself. Sacrifice would love to beat some sense into the obnoxious female.
Attention flickering over to Solitaire, the blue ticked tabby cocked his head curiously to the side. That dark laugh... that was something he didn't exactly like the sound of. "Soli, you okay?"
[size=8]"On the way back, we should play football with the candle." Sacrifice snickered. He could already imagine the taste of wax in his mouth as his whiskers were singed during the fun. Bounding off without a second thought, the tom headed straight for the second story. That was where cats had their private rooms, meaning lit candles.
[size=8]Jokingly rolling his eyes at Roseblood's explanation of how Latin joined the elite, Sacrifice snickered. "Yeeep, cats were breaking the rules so your awesome son of a brick uncle was assigned to guard the bowl of blood cats must drink out of to join. Those morons learn their lessons real quick about breaking rules when trying to join." The Adviser snickered. He wasn't going to add that the other half of his soul possessed him at the time.
And, just to tweak Roseblood, the blue ticked tabby winked at the Guard before adding; "Rosey was such a newb."
[ ooc. ] something on this thread makes my computer want to explode. xD [ /ooc. ]
[size=8][ ooc. ] figured it out- it's volare's signature. xD i dragged it into a tab and it's massive. if you could shrink that, river, that would be great- my computer hates this thread because of it. x3 don't feel like you have to, though. <3 [ /ooc. ]
"... It's a phrase." Sacrifice explained, resisting the urge to roll his eyes playfully. He would have thought they would pick up on some of this themselves, and not be a stick in the mud with science. "Also known as a figure of speech. I use 'brick' as an alternative to a cuss word." Sacrifice explained, curling his tail around his paws. It was a rather hard effort not to cuss, seeing as how the tom was a sailor around his friends.
"Asking questions... depends. If the question is a ridiculous waste of time, then no- don't ask it. If it's a question you really can't answer, then yes- ask."
[size=8]Quickly rising to his paws, Sacrifice grinned at Theo. "Oooooh, I'll go!" The Adviser chortled.
[size=8]'Fucking WindClan.' Prowling forward, Sacrifice approached the arriving ShadowClanners and sat down in front of the large majority of them. "Welcome to the Elite, yada yada yada. Respect the higher ups is rule number one. Rule number two, the second floor of the mansion is off limits. Everyone's private rooms are there. Explore all you want, but do not enter an occupied room." 'Unless you want to be a blood smear on the wall.' The Adviser added mentally. "If you need help with anything, ask anyone." Yawing, Sacrifice rose to his paws. He was going back to his nap now.
