Posts by MaSKEDCUB.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]Maskedgrin padded up and sat next to Unity, hoping he hadn't been demoted. Golden had been moving and adjusting and all, but still, he'd been a bit inactive lately. The lynx's eyes floated up to the location of his leader, watching carefully.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]( medics is not an hp here anymore. i assume masky is allowed here? )

Maskedgrin padded over, curious as to what was going on. "Are you searching for a healer? You might ask Sleepyhollow or Charlie, or another self-appointed healer. There are no longer medical high positions in DarkClan." The lynx mewed to the CryptClanner, tilting his head. And she had not learned this before? If this was news to her, the Ranger wondered what their apprentice exchangees had been doing all this time.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"Ah, alright. As I stated, Sleepyhollow and Charlie know quite a bit, as do Floridasunset and a few others here. I know little about herbs, but I will stay." The lynx replied, nodding. "Do you have any questions about DarkClan life, perhaps while we wait for a healer?"

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]( Or better - Mask got promoted in two days. Apparently eighty posts in two days is noticeable. c: )

"Hello, Daryl." Maskedgrin greeted the male. He wasn't completely sure how to feel about the red panda, as he continuously mixed up him and Diadora for some strange reason, but the lynx decided that he was alright.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]( Wow, thanks iPad. I mean eighty. A hundred by the third day. )

"Happy and sad at the same time, as much emotion as I am capable of containing. My dear Nochi returned, and yet one of my oldest friends has .. left us. How have you been as of late?" Maskedgrin mewed. His formality did not leave unless the lynx was close to a creature, as was showing in his next words, directed at Sleepyhollow. "Hey, Sleepy."

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]track? if allowed
i shIP IT

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]( Hey, would you guys mind maybe heading to a chat thread for all this OOC stuff? I can't order you around, I know, but it makes it difficult to make sure we see all the announcements when there's flooding going on. Thanks so much. c: )

Maskedgrin flicked his tail to Calypsopaw in greeting. The young lynx appeared to be popular at this particular meeting - he was on others' good side at the moment.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"Gilbert, what is the name of the first creature that you fought?" Maskedgrin asked, padding up and pulling a question out of his head. The young ranger also wondered if the male had won or lost, though he did not dare ask that question - Gil tended to be very proud of himself, and asking about losses might be considered offensive.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]Maskedgrin seemed to be having the time of his life at the moment. A high position, friends, love, family nearly - it was quite a peak for the lynx, and he of course spent his time thinking. Statistical calculations, while his human form's forte, were not yet simplified enough for a DarkClanner - instead, he search out a mentor. A mentor who knew facts, a treasury of knowledge. This was what the male sought, and he did not know where to find one.

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[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"Congratulations. The five of you deserve it - however, my lord, I believe Abeni has left us. (http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1554254.0). Charlie, Mark, Alois, Maiyun - my congratulations." Maskedgrin mewed, padding over to his nephew to lightly nudge him in a miniature celebration. His brother's son deserved it. To be honest, Maskedgrin was not sure what he thought of Mark, but Alois and Maiyun he knew deserved the position for certain. Especially Maiyun, who had been a victim of a mass Colonel demotion despite posting on an activity check previously. Perhaps Mark was like himself - a Colonel who had become active just days before his promotion, one whom DarkClan would learn to know better with time and activity. Eight hundred and fifty posts later ...

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]Maskedgrin was not feeling very good at processing relationships at the moment, so he took a moment to run them through his head. Yes, there was plenty of data on each. Fiorelle - known, neutral. Gilbert - known, positive. Charlie - family, double positive. Maiyun - known, positive. Leo - known, neutral. Poundingalarms - known, positive. All controls in any scientific experiment, and then Mark - the unknown neutral, a variable. The lynx was not sure what exactl he should do in this situation, so he made the choice to nod his head in greeting to the group and then to turn to two, Maiyun and Charlie. "Congratulations on your repromotion and promotion. I hope you go far." True, Mark had been promoted as well, but the ranger didn't know him well enough to say much on the matter.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"Greetings. May I ask your name?" Maskedgrin mewed to the black kitten he approached. He did not know her parents or her name in itself, and as a dedicated seeker of information, the lynx found it very necessary to learn.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"If one can be stable enough upon landing and is positioned low enough in the tree that one is in, one can actually leap directly down onto any prey or trespassers that might happen to walk by." Maskedgrin mewed, analyzing the situation. While it was likely that a leopard would be more stable than a smaller cat, as their species naturally lived in trees, the lynx could not be sure and dared not try the method. What if there was a puddle beneath and he fell into water?

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]It was true. The Fear Game was enacting in this thread, and Maskedgrin was determined to play it for the good of many. "Gather if you would like to participate in the Fear Game." The lynx announced, hoping at least a few would come. Even the sadistic ones who wished to put fear into others or get happiness out of fear, they would do for his purpose. "In the Fear Game, we each state one fear. You must have one. After this, we may divide up into separate threads to help each creature conquer or come closer to conquering their fear. This can be repeated, of course, for more fears." Maskedgrin mewed.

( I'm trying to have this be like the fear landscapes in Divergent, but without the simulation / mind reading. )

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"You must have a fear. Every creature has a fear. Delve into your mind if you must, think about things you have long blocked out. To be fearless is to not be alive." Maskedgrin mewed seriously. The lynx believed deeply in the science and psychological aspects of fear, and to be told that one might not have a fear was actually offensive to him.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"I too have hydrophobia, Mercury, so perhaps we shall work together on this. My idea is to simulate each creature's fear, and to help them overcome it. Not the point of disabling one's mind due to fear, of course, simply to help. Sunsetwaters and Daryl, then, you two should work together. Gilbert .. hmm. We cannot kill one close to you to simulate this. Perhaps we'll get Admin to help us." Maskedgrin mewed, ideas swirling through his brain. Simply mentioning anything bad happening to Admin, the lynx knew, would put Gil into a state of hysteria - more so if he saw something "bad" happen to her.

( Remember, the "therapy" that Mask is planning doesn't have to work on your character. I don't want to destroy your character development. c: )

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]"Hey Nochi, Maiyun." His 'hey', reserved for close friends or family, was useable here - he trusted both his boyfriend and the black wolf who were here, so the lynx decided that being casual was acceptable.

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]Hearing a familiar voice yelling from behind him and feeling the weight of his favorite canine leaping right on top of him, Maskedgrin crumbled to the ground with half a smile on his face. "Nochi, couldn't you be a bit more ... I don't know, calm about it? I missed you too."

[fancypost bgcolor=#; bordercolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]Maskedgrin turned to Ra, more offended by this than what Amatus had said. "Every creature has fears. It is an undeniable part of existing. I am sure that Lancelot even is afraid of something, be it losing power or control or some other situation. You must be afraid to be real." The lynx mewed solemnly, eyes blazing and yet completely still at the same time. He was unsure what else to say. Those who did not admit they had fears were fools, in his opinion, and to be a fool was the worst possible thing you could be. The ranger nodded to Sleepyhollow, remembering when he'd .. assisted her, after that bad day, and would probably help her too. "Alright. Let's get into groups. I will be at each one, though at most I will simply observe. Golden will make the threads and send them out. Sleepy, Mercury, Gilbert, and I will be in one, Sunsetwaters and Daryl in another. Aspen ... and Amatus, shall we say? Then Maiyun and Poundingalarms, if I'm forgetting somebody, let me know, then Mark and Dystopia. Threads will be out soon. Does that sound good to everybody?"