Posts by Lividkit

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]He was a what now? A captain? He would have to do some research on whatever that was, but for now, the serval cub smiled proudly, striped tail beginning to flicker back and forth as he took a seat besides Basil and smiled up at his Dad. He was going to make it through this world, he had to. Linx had a strong determination too, as well. "Thank you." Linx said formally, dipping his head.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]As his cuts were beginning to get treated, the serval cub didn't flinch but began to chew on his bottom lip and made bright beads of crimson appear as he did so, watching this person heal him, a glint of gratefulness in his eyes. "What happened to me? The Exiles happened. I.. I sneaked onto their territory. And for that, they beat me up." He explained with a bitter tone to his voice, rolling his eyes. "But i'm gonna get back at them. When i can, i'm gonna lead a raid on them. When i grow older, i will. And i'll kill them all." He said, studying his paws intently now. "I guess i can stay here a bit longer. My Dad never really worries, so as long as i'm home before dark." Linx added, offering her a smile. Strange. Linx hardly smiled.

Looking at the kitten, Linx would tilt his head and then give her a nod, before his gaze swept past her and onto Howl, ears flickering. "You can't. I'm fine." He said shortly, tail whipping about. He was fine, though the pain was definitely still there. Next, the other male came by and Linxs olive eyes widened a little, clearly impressed before nodding. "I get around." That sounded bad, but Linx saw nothing wrong. "I sneak." He added, trying to get his face into the other males memory, because he wanted to be remembered by them.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]His eyes were still narrowed. But then he realized something. Exilers attacked off the bat. She hadn't attacked. His posture dropped a little, mostly in relief, though his shoulders were still tense as he straightened up and put his dagger back in its sheath. "Linx Greyjoy. I was just.. walking around." Pathetic excuse. And for some reason, he didn't want it to sound pathetic. He wanted it to sound impressive. So it would impress her. "I like to sneak around, you see." The serval added with a shrug of his shoulders, though his olive optics were studying her intently.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]The newly promoted captain padded forwards, striped tail flickering from side to side, clearly interested. "I'll be going." Linx muttered, passing by Euron and heading towards the Cirque de Nuit, paws tapping against the ground. With his french skills, he got that it was about Night Circuses, probably Circus of the Night or something like that. He smiled, and picked up the pace.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px] Linx thought Halloween was for babies, because what you did was dress up and get lollies, which rotted your teeth. But he did see it as fun, as well. May as try it, though he would not be dressing up! Padding forwards, the serval let his brow muscles raise at the sight of the feathered red panda, and then he remembered something. "Oh! Basil! I forgot, i have a feather for you. I found it and thought of you." He muttered as he rifled through his satchel and brought out a beautiful golden feather with sparkles all over it. He offered it to Basil, ears flickering.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px] Linx had found himself a mentor, who was adept with swords and combat. Linx chose swords when he was asked what he preferred to learn. The mentor, who was called Tarsel. The black panther had not given Linx a moments rest. He had hit him on the back of the legs with a bamboo stalks whenever he caught Linx trying to skiive the lesson, or whenever the other was caught up in looking at something/daydreaming. Linx understood the harshness, but that didn't mean he liked it. In fact, whenever he was hit, he released a small hiss but shortly cracked under the stern glare and continued his balancing. He stood on a see saw like contraption. He was in the middle, limbs raised up. Twin katanas were in each paw. And he had to stay like that for ten whole minutes. He did this, though with fail for the first twenty times. It hurt his arms. But he made it. Then Tarsel showed him with fake opponents made of straw and told him to strike where he thought the weakness was. Linx immediately went for that fact. "Why did you choose the face, Linx?" Questioned Tarsel, giving no emotion away.

"Because if you strike the senses, sight or hearing or smell, you can gain a huge advantage with what you do next." Linx responded calmly, though he felt anxious when he saw Tarsel glance at the fake opponent. "I have taught you well. Most kids go for the arms." The panther spoke. And then he looked properly at Linx. "Of course, you and i have not finished training. Far from it. But you have earned these. Obsidian twin katanas. You use this strap which criss crosses your chest and sheath them both to either sides of your flank." And with that, the black panther disappeared, though in his place were the twin katanas. Linx smiled and strapped them to himself. He looked.. awesome! And that made him feel happy. He was in a good mood now.

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farts linx

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Like it or lump it. He snarled at some apprentices who were wining over the rancid taste of their mouse. He disliked whining. It was useless. No point it. The only time you had a valid explanation for whining was after something traumatic. Eating something gross was not traumatic, what so ever. Lashing his tail, the male padded over, his fur lying flat once more as he regained his composure, olive optics on Basil, whom he assumed was playing chess alone and Kenma. Hesitantly taking a seat near the Jarl, he glanced around before properly focusing on Basil. Raising his brow muscles, the male tilted his head to the side. "Chess isn't as fun when you're playing it by yourself." He commented, olive eyes narrowing a little.

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Linxeehh

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Swishing his striped tail, the lanky serval pads up, casting the loud mouth a narrowed, irritated glance, his ears pricked. Linx was extremely tempted to walk away, believe me, but his memories of what had happened when he didn't attempt to make friends in this place once came back, and reluctantly, the captain came forwards, olive eyes on her. He privately wondered where his Dad, Euron was. He was better at talking with people then him, and Linx held hopes he could dominate the conversation so he could quietly slip away. "Linx. Captain of the Mafia." He said his rank with a proud tone to it but otherwise glanced at his paws and fiddled with the handles of his twin katanas that were criss cross strapped to either sides of his flank.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Following up soon after his task buddy, the male awkwardly shifted paws, whiskers curling a little before nodding, ears pricked. "I'll just fetch some things." The serval spoke in a bitter tone before heading off to the side, tail flickering. After two minutes, he came back with an armful of tissue ghosts and inky faces. He threw them to the ground (in a relatively calm manner) and glanced around when he heard Crows suggestion. "That's a waste of good food." He snorted, but he did realize it would be quite good looking on white walls. "How about we just make fake blood, yeah? Better then using up all the prey when some already struggle to catch voles and the like." Linx added in a more quiet tone, glancing down at his paws which he considered absolutely useless at times like hunting.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Alcohol. Poisonous. Intoxicating substance that Linx wished he would never have the horror of seeing ever. Though that plan was most likely not follow through, and he knew that, and mostly because he could smell it now and padded over, ears pricked and upper lip curled in distaste. "Alcohol." The slender serval cub spat, tail lashing from side to side before he swung his obsidian twin katanas and slowly sheathed them on the criss cross sheathes on both sides of his flank, studying Saito and Crow with narrowed olive optics.

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After getting his new mentor who taught him about the blade, Linx was desperate to practice it. Of course, the serval cub was not a psychopath and he didn't want to test it on real people. Just trees and the like. So with his slightly new obsidian twin katanas, the lanky serval cub strode confidently towards the tree with his mentors wise words ringing in his ears. "Remember this; The blade is just an extended limb. Treat it as such, and you will find it easier to move with the blade." He let a smirk turn up the corners of his lips, though also remembering not to get too cocky with it. He had been told frightening stories about people getting cocky too early into the fighting situation and ending up with major loss of limb. So Linx knew to stay WELL clear of that kind of crap. He wasn't stupid enough, anyways.

But someone was stupid enough to approach a twin katana wielding serval.

It was an Exile. And just the whiff of that disgusting, rotten scent made the back of his neck raise in anxiety, fear, and mostly, rage. Such a deep rage, that Linx thought he could see red growing in the corners of his eyes. He slowly turned around, striped tail whipping back and forth and he heard the pitter patters of feet, heavy in their approach. He closed his eyes and took in the environment around him, just like his mentor had said. Dirt. Fresh, easy dirt. Leaves. Stray roots. Tree limbs. And then he knew what to do. Just before the feet got too close for his comfort, he opened his narrowed olive eyes and dug one katana into the ground and spun in the air, and following suit was a array of dirt and dust and rocks, all flung directly into the Exilers eyes. Linx landed back on the earth with a thud and although blind, the Exiler ran forwards with an enraged scream, tears flowing from his ruined eyes. Linx shifted his position and whistled, and the Exiler came running and then proceeded to run straight into a branch. He collapsed, and Linx lifted his twin katanas high above his head, the obsidian glinting in the sunlight, glaring down at the Exiler. His head was bleeding from the whack of the tree.

He wasn't about to give mercy to someone who would've killed him beforehand.

So he brought it down right onto the npcs forehead and brain matter and blood spurted upwards and right onto the serval cubs face. He didn't flinch. He kept his position, holding the katanas lodged in the males head and then slowly withdrew before sheathing them and staring at his dead opponent, breathing quietly.

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Moving his blades from side to side, the serval tilts his head slowly, tail twitching and picks up Kenmas voice, glancing narrow eyed at the other male. "My mentor gave them to me. I earned them." He said with a proud tone to his voice, before looking over at Crow and nodding, suppressing an eager grin as he drew his blades out of their sheathes and swung them through the air, a swishing sound emanating out. He glanced at Crow and then continued to do fancy feet, trying to impress.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"Well, you're in." Came a grumbling, slightly pissed voice, and following suit was the owner of that voice, a tall lanky serval with criss cross twin obsidian katanas strapped to either sides of his flank. He looked pretty badass with them, he knew that. But he knew sometimes he acted.. well, not badass. Rather rude actually. "Call me Linx. And only Linx." The Captain added the last part in a warning tone, his olive visionaries narrowing upon Azula. Well, wasn't she a peice of work? Maybe it was just him, but he could see something underneath her sweetie pie act and he wasn't buying it.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"I say yes, but i'm not the decision maker around here so may-" He was cut off abruptly as he watched her run off and the serval cub was left with a glare at the retreating figures back, striped tail lashing in annoyance. Linx was rude, but he wasn't that rude to run off when someone was speaking! Or give them a proper chance to talk! Huffing, the captain tilts his head and then snorts, rubbing the handles of his obsidian twin katanas to comfort himself.

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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Technically, it had never been approved, but Linx wasn't someone who just followed the rules, even if the rules from his leader, were his fathers rules. Scowling, he padded over and glanced around with narrowed olive optics, striped tail whipping back and forth. He wasn't sure this had been a good idea in the first place. It was just.. kids in here. He was a kid himself, but these kids were baby kids. Personality wise. Linx huffed, grabbing his twin katanas and unsheathing them as he walked over, glaring at them all. He was being rude. He had to stop. He breathed, telling himself to cool and then offered a thin smile. "Linx. Captain of the Blackheart Rouges."

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So, as the title says; should we begin to plain choice awards? Like what awards to actually do? And when to make it, and who's making it?? :) :)

track bcs i see chu everywhere
everywhere

yes please! you can all help, that'd be great.

but who would make the badges bcs i ain't good at that kind of thing, trust me XD do you know anyone who can??