Posts by TheMe

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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    Ok I love Vespar's avatar. Hmm. I need to get Darky to make me something for Archie bc holy cow mine is ancient.
    Hey, Pookie, if there's anything I can do to help, lemme know. I think I'm gonna write up his joining thread and then hit the hay bc it's like midnight oops



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    It was raining, a thunderstorm, to be exact, which reminded him of his mother. It was huge, loud, inescapable. But, oddly enough, he didn't mind it.


    The wind sent the badger's pocketed, buckled jacket billowing behind him as he approached the manor. Huh. It was a lot nicer than the s**thole he'd been living in with his mother. Not too shabby at all. Standing on the porch, as protected as he was going to get from the water pouring down as he was going to get, Archie pulled a cigarette from one of his many pockets along with a lighter. Holding the cig between his teeth and cupping one hand over the flame to keep it from going out, he inhaled deeply. Well, no use ruining his coat standing around much longer. Putting the lighter away but leaving the cigarette in his mouth, he pounded on the door. "Archie's home!" He shouted, almost dropping the cancer-stick. Well, technically he wasn't part of the Mafia yet, but anything was better, more home-like, than what he'd left behind.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    Track



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    Hello!



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
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    Three seconds? Oh s**t, he's already blown two of them taking his cig out and stubbing it. "Me? I'm Archie, and I'd like to join, if that's alright with you." Hopefully the potato-pug wouldn't mind having him around; Archie was freaking tired and wanted to sleep for a week before doing anything else. He shifted his weight, fiddling with one of the buckles that kept his pockets closed.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
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    I'm doing good. Drowning in threads, the usual.
    I saw the meeting, just waiting to be accepted before going on a posting spree xp



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
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    "Didn't I?" Archie asked, frowning for a moment. That had been what the grand "Archie's home" had heavily implied, right? Oh well. "Yes sir, boss-sir." Was that the right way to say it? That was the correct title, right? Or was it just Vespar? Eh, Archie would just assume he'd already f**ked it up.


    Hmm, what were his skills? "I'm good at... acquiring things." Archie said carefully, figuring that sounded better than admitting he was a cleptomaniac. "Uh, pretty decent fighter, bit of a bruiser." That would have been easy to guess just by his bulk; although it was a strange body type for a thief to have. He stopped there, partially so he didn't sound like a bragger and partially because character development was an ongoing thing.



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    Prospect of The Mafia

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    "Welcome to the family!" Boomed the badger as he approached, giving a friendly smile to Lilth. "I'm Archie." Now that he was done walking over, he shifted from paw to paw, trying to keep from fidgeting too much but wound up playing with one of the buckles on his black coat while trying to decide whether to pull out a cigarette. He decided against it, for the moment.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
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    "Got it, Mr. Boss-Sir." Archie said, saluting Vespar as the potato-pug, grinning ridiculously. He wasn't related to anyone here, hardly knew these people, but they treated each other like family. He just hoped he had a good enough idea of what family was like that he'd be able to reciprocate, that or Vespar and others had a hearty amount of patience.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    "Yu-yup, he's the boss-man." Archie said, bounding over with a cheerful grin on his face. Already, his life was already so much better now that he'd escaped. Now he could find out what family was really like, had the chance to make someone proud without being constantly compared to this unknown sister or that. Huh. It seemed like this kid's mother hadn't been terrible to her, that or Archie was really bad at perception. Wait, had he actually answered the tiny fox kit's question? "Vespar. He's Vespar, and I'm Archie, and Archie calls him Boss-sir." He pointed at Vespar twice, then at himself twice, then back to the pug once more.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    Archie was brand-spanking new to the Mafia, and didn't want to waste any time in exploring every goddame inch of this place. But what fun would that be alone? It could be an opportunity to get to know his new family just as much as his new home.


    "Hey guys! Who wants to do some 'sploring?" The badger bellowed, fiddling with the buckles on his coat while waiting for people to arrive.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    SunClan and ColouredClan are at each other's throats again, any hope of peace with the new leader lost.
    And for "killing" the Rift's new leader, all hell has broken loose between the Rift and ArcadianClan.
    Then there's the f**king Exiles.
    yup. Thems politics right there, but I'm only fully caught up on the Rift's politics oops


    I'm gonna make some more open threads. &&any threads/plots with Archie? He's up for just about anything.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    Archie had seen quite a few of his clanmates, but had only really met Vespar thus far. So, the black-coated badger thought it was appropriate to host a meet and greet so that everyone could get to know each other better. "Meet and greet!" He called, conjuring a soda to drink while he waited. It tasted like piss and was s**t for his body, but it was better than a cancer-stick, right?


    No, this was too gross. He tossed it aside, pulling a cigarette and lighter out of a hidden pocket from the inside of his jacket, lighting it quickly and stuffing the flame-maker back into the pocket. At least the cig didn't taste horrible.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    Archie had been wandering around, taking in the area with wide eyes. It had been storming when he arrived, and now was the first chance he'd had to really see the exterior of his new home. Spotting someone he didn't yet know, he walked over, a friendly smile on his face. "Hey, who are you?" Yeah, he didn't know any clan customs or protocols.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
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    That gif omg
    Archie can go around selling "the goods" and see about setting up some more alliances and such. Making enemies when we're like... four(?) people probably isn't a good idea atm.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    "Of course you can, kiddo!" Archie said, nearly dropping his cig when he spoke and grinned at the fox. The badger stubbed it then tucked the cigarette back into one of his many pockets. Sure, the kid was gonna be around plenty of drugs, but he didn't need the second-hand from Archie's cancer-stick, especially so young. "Everybody's welcome to join!" The cleptomaniac boomed, glancing around to see if anyone else wanted to join them.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    //2600 post woo


    "Yes sir, boss-sir, I mean Vespar, I mean bossman. Shoot." Archie scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He was pretty bad at this, wasn't he? At least Vespar didn't seem to really mind. "Uh, yeah. I'm a scrapper. Or whatever I gotta be to get the job done." Living with his mother for so long, he'd had to learn to adapt, to be the son that she wanted. Seemed like he could apply that here as well, right?


    Archie looked around, and even though he couldn't see the full extent of the mansion yet, he was certain it was enormous. This was gonna take some time to get used to.



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    "Welcome to the family!" Archie bellowed as he swaggered over, grinning. V? Did he have a longer name? Archie did, but he only introduced himself as Archie, not Archenemy, so he didn't ask. "I'm Archie!"
    /museless rip also ninja'd



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
    Prospect of The Mafia

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    "Hellooo!" Archie greeted loudly as he sauntered over. "Who are ya and whatcha doing here?" The badger asked. He was supposed to find out who was coming up to their borders and why, right? That seemed logical, even though he hadn't figured out all of the protocols and procedures and traditions and such.
    //hi! I'm Pyre (Darky's sister) and I joined like two days ago with this guy



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    ARCHENEMY HAWTHORN
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    One might be surprised to learn that Archie was an expert thief, for the bulky badger was rather loud as he moved about. Actually, he was rather loud unless he wanted to be silent, and that was rarely. So, in all likelihood, the sound could have been him as he approached, but maybe not. "Who are you and what brings ya to the Mafia's door?" The prospect asked, playing with one of the many buckles on his black coat.


    /ninja'd



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