Posts by ALLOY

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just posting to make bot check go away lmao
anyway. the exiles. met didn't like them very much last time, because they didn't indulge him in banter, but maybe this time will be different? he likes his banter. it's his religion
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Metalmerchant -- Met, Metal -- Member of The Exiles -- Son of NPCs -- 30 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- "Morally Bankrupt"

[b]PHYSICALITY
Silver fox -- Leaner build; athletic, but with slimmer musculature, not suited for brute strength -- Bright, sharp blue eyes -- Tends to be smeared with grease or oil -- Series of cigarette butt scars on his back legs, toward his paws

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and wiliness -- Attack in [b][color=#697780]bold #697780 -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Wry and mocking the majority of the time -- Extroverted; has a smooth, "slick" charisma -- Lost his moral compass; sees the world in shades of gray -- Brazen and unafraid of speaking his mind, which tends to get him into trouble more often than not -- Flirtatious by habit -- Inquisitive and cunning

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go away go away bot check
in other news
the typhoon still hasn't hit as far as i know? they gave us the day off for nothing ahahahaa
maybe we'll get tomorrow off too. because it will hit later tonight/today. supposedly
[spoiler=tags (10/03)][size=8]GENERAL
Metalmerchant -- Met, Metal -- Member of The Exiles -- Son of NPCs -- 30 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- "Morally Bankrupt"

[b]PHYSICALITY
Silver fox -- Leaner build; athletic, but with slimmer musculature, not suited for brute strength -- Bright, sharp blue eyes -- Tends to be smeared with grease or oil -- Series of cigarette butt scars on his back legs, toward his paws

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and wiliness -- Attack in [b][color=#697780]bold #697780 -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Wry and mocking the majority of the time -- Extroverted; has a smooth, "slick" charisma -- Lost his moral compass; sees the world in shades of gray -- Brazen and unafraid of speaking his mind, which tends to get him into trouble more often than not -- Flirtatious by habit -- Inquisitive and cunning

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Jungles. Of course they lived in a jungle now; what, did they walk around wearing leopard printed leotards now, too? Changes in scenery were great and all, but jungles were...overrated, and he didn't care to swat at mosquitoes every five seconds to spare himself whatever diseases they were likely carrying. If their goal was to chase away as many people as they could by having the most irritating territory possible, it was working. Partially. Met was too stubborn to turn back after he'd walked all this way, but he wouldn't say that the idea wasn't appealing, as yet another bloodsucker attempted to take a bite out of his ass. It was nearly as bad as that time he'd fallen in with the wrong crowd of cannibals, but they didn't have the obnoxious buzz, thankfully. True, they were more flesh-consuming, but who wasn't, in some shape or form? Met wasn't denying any of his appetites.

Slapping away a reaching plant, a disgruntled curl to his mouth, Met squinted through the thick vegetation for any signs of life that weren't currently still trying to get a meal out of him. They were here somewhere, probably laughing at him as he bumbled his way through, but come on, the last time he'd been here, it was nothing like this, territory wise. "I'm not auditioning for Mowgli, so if we could get this over with that'd be great." He should have brought the bug spray. "Name's Metalmerchant, to any of you listening out there in the peanut gallery. I'm joining, if you haven't figured it out already."
[spoiler=tags (10/03)][size=8]GENERAL
Metalmerchant -- Met, Metal -- Member of The Exiles -- Son of NPCs -- 30 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- "Morally Bankrupt"

[b]PHYSICALITY
Silver fox -- Leaner build; athletic, but with slimmer musculature, not suited for brute strength -- Bright, sharp blue eyes -- Tends to be smeared with grease or oil -- Series of cigarette butt scars on his back legs, toward his paws

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and wiliness -- Attack in [b][color=#697780]bold #697780 -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Wry and mocking the majority of the time -- Extroverted; has a smooth, "slick" charisma -- Lost his moral compass; sees the world in shades of gray -- Brazen and unafraid of speaking his mind, which tends to get him into trouble more often than not -- Flirtatious by habit -- Inquisitive and cunning

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that is a lot of cake and face licking

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huh
all righty then it's all sharknado's fault
you are an unwilling accomplice

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[size=15pt][i]He missed the ocean. He had been raised on its shores, the waves equally his siblings as his little sister was, but a desire to escape the life he led there had spurred him to leave, and while he had been away for quite some time, the longing never did seem to dissipate. It didn't matter that it had been more than a year since he laid eyes on the blue expanse of sea- he was still going to miss what memories he had, and cling to them regardless of the new experiences he could lay claim to. It was frustrating, that no matter how far he thought he'd come since then, he was nonetheless as bound as he had been when he'd been younger and still laid his head on the sand. Now, lakes were the closest things he had to the endless plains, but it was no replacement; it was impossible to stand in for something of that caliber. Bones knew that too well.

The mutt pushed his way through the thick foliage, swatting at an insect who dove too near. It had its own beauty to it, when he wasn't making constant comparisons to his home; truth be told, for all his yearning, he couldn't recall the warmth of the sun reflecting off of the sand, but he could remember the salt of the ocean. He smelled it often, for no reason at all, and it irked him that he was so attached that even his senses were tricked by this foolish homesickness. Instead of lingering further on it, he pressed on, nose wrinkling at the unmistakable presence of a clan border. He'd been searching for it, but stumbling right into it hadn't been his plan. Usually he was far better at this. "Hey, this isn't a bad time, is it?" This, at least, was a routine he knew well. "Before you ask, yeah, I'm joining. Sorry it's nothing interesting."
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Barebones -- Typically goes by Bones -- Member of no clan (for now) -- Son of NPCs -- 32 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- May slip into Pidgin English

[b]PHYSICALITY
Golden Shepherd (German Shepherd x Golden Retriever mix) -- Black fur is naturally shaggy, but cropped short -- Build is sturdy and athletic; well-rounded in terms of type of musculature -- Eyes are a dark azure -- Lattice of scars on legs

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and stamina -- Attack in [b][color=#bababa]bold #bababa -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

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[size=15pt][i]The kitsune whose voice reached Bones was more than worse for wear. It wasn't an uncommon sight to come across, especially in the clans, where there wasn't a shortage of opposing individuals who didn't have much restraint when it came to dishing out injuries. They rarely had a reason for what they did beyond 'enemy'; it was rarely ever for intel, just some sadistic fun. He didn't remark on it, however, and didn't make any attempts at playing a mother hen, because Bones had walked around with worse before, and not only that, but they were strangers. His word wouldn't carry much weight, if any at all. "Sorry for not exceeding your expectations, then." It wasn't a sincere apology, more of a joke than anything else, if it could be called that. First impressions were everything, according to some people, yet much of the time he never paid them any credence at all, even if effort was something he tended to deal in.

"Bones. Well, Barebones but I prefer the nickname." No nicknames, huh? With a name that long, it would be easier to go that route. He couldn't promise anything. "I'll keep that in mind." The mutt straightened, rolling his shoulders for an in place stretch, and his dark stare went beyond the kitsune to the feline approaching, who introduced herself as Sasha. His dark head nodded once, acknowledging that he'd heard. "Thanks. Guess this is where I say I'll catch you both later?"
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Barebones -- Typically goes by Bones -- Member of no clan (for now) -- Son of NPCs -- 32 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- May slip into Pidgin English

[b]PHYSICALITY
Golden Shepherd (German Shepherd x Golden Retriever mix) -- Black fur is naturally shaggy, but cropped short -- Build is sturdy and athletic; well-rounded in terms of type of musculature -- Eyes are a dark azure -- Lattice of scars on legs

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and stamina -- Attack in [b][color=#bababa]bold #bababa -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

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rocky road of course
or anything else you want i guess

these aren't my poems? okay they are but they're written by Rafferty. i just remembered i had these lmao
rafferty was very intense ahahaha
this was his. poetry phase. when he tried to write and failed

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ahahaha rafferty's. not in the poem business
unless you count reciting. he likes that better

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[size=15pt]Bones met the tiger's gaze squarely, expression twitching at the "Boneyboy" address. He wasn't so touchy as to be bothered by a nickname, however; he left it there and moved along, figuring it was just a quirk of Don's. "Mahalo. Suppose I'll be one of those weirdos now, huh?" The name suited him, if that counted for anything. Was it a shortened version of something longer, say, Donald? The mutt had always thought the single names, the ones unlike his own with the two parts and changing suffixes, were far more loaded; they all had meanings that weren't obvious, that weren't ingrained in the name itself. Not that he was a linguist. He just had a lot of spare time on his hands, when he hadn't been busy training himself in other areas and finding what the world had to offer. It was part of the reason that he was here, although this was probably one of his more difficult endeavors, believe it or not; being a [i]people person wasn't high on his list of virtues, whereas that seemed to come easier to the large feline in front of him.

He almost missed the question, but no- that was a lie. Bones was rarely ever so involved that he withdrew from his surroundings, although there had been a few close calls. "I'm a big boy, don't worry." The corner of Bones' mouth tilted, into a small, lopsided grin. Navigating the territory wouldn't be too difficult, considering he had a decent sense of direction and senses that could take care of the rest.
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Barebones -- Typically goes by Bones -- Member of no clan (for now) -- Son of NPCs -- 32 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- May slip into Pidgin English

[b]PHYSICALITY
Golden Shepherd (German Shepherd x Golden Retriever mix) -- Black fur is naturally shaggy, but cropped short -- Build is sturdy and athletic; well-rounded in terms of type of musculature -- Eyes are a dark azure -- Lattice of scars on legs

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and stamina -- Attack in [b][color=#bababa]bold #bababa -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

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[size=15pt]Impressive. Truly, it was, bickering with each other over whose medical book was most up to date; the professionalism in that was astounding. He inhaled, knowing better than to pick anything now, when his focus was better suited to doing whatever was needed for Don, once the seizing ebbed, and he hated being so useless, standing around like this. "Will we need to cool him down if this goes on longer?" Or at least, that would be the treatment for a dog; with their differing physiologies, attempting to apply the same reaction across the board might not be the best of ideas, and as much as the display had grated on his nerves, Sasha was handling the situation. He figured one of the things that could be said in common was keeping a distance, leaving him his space, and he adhered to that dutifully, standing a measured space from the thrashing tiger, whose flailing limbs could easily knock someone down for the count. "Any idea yet, about what caused this?"

Bones wasn't familiar with Don's medical history, or his history in general; he only knew his name, and beyond that, he could say more about the nearby rocks than he could the tiger. Still, he must have had some...habits. He just had to hope that the cause for this wasn't brain damage, although the other possible causes weren't exactly making the grass on the other side of the fence any greener. Felines weren't exactly known for having seizures- that title went to canines. Not that it was something to [i]win.

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Barebones -- Typically goes by Bones -- Member of no clan (for now) -- Son of NPCs -- 32 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- May slip into Pidgin English

[b]PHYSICALITY
Golden Shepherd (German Shepherd x Golden Retriever mix) -- Black fur is naturally shaggy, but cropped short -- Build is sturdy and athletic; well-rounded in terms of type of musculature -- Eyes are a dark azure -- Lattice of scars on legs

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and stamina -- Attack in [b][color=#bababa]bold #bababa -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

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[size=15pt]That was RiverClan's scent, if he remembered correctly, and he knew he did. It wasn't a difficult scent, even for someone who had, for the most part, steered away from the clans after he'd initially left them behind in the first place. Bones' gaze lowered to the wings folded against the RiverClanner's back, one set more than he usually saw, when people did possess these mutations. Bones didn't believe there was much that could surprise him anymore, however, when it came to the sorts of modifiers that wound up on people across the board. Saying "when pigs fly" wasn't an applicable phrase any longer, considering pigs [i]could fly these days. Dropping the topic from his focus, he trotted closer, glancing at the basket the stranger brought with him, and assuming that it was an offering. Well, he'd call it a bribe, but there wasn't much to be bribing for. "Howzit? That for us?"
[spoiler=tags (10/03)][size=8]GENERAL
Barebones -- Typically goes by Bones -- Member of no clan (for now) -- Son of NPCs -- 32 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- May slip into Pidgin English

[b]PHYSICALITY
Golden Shepherd (German Shepherd x Golden Retriever mix) -- Black fur is naturally shaggy, but cropped short -- Build is sturdy and athletic; well-rounded in terms of type of musculature -- Eyes are a dark azure -- Lattice of scars on legs

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and stamina -- Attack in [b][color=#bababa]bold #bababa -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

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[size=15pt]The mutt inhaled softly at the answer he was given, by who was the official medic, and in short, finding any answers about specific causes would have to wait until Don came out of it. Sasha voiced that knowledge aloud, and Bones nodded absently, his gaze not on the seizing tiger, but on empty space. Had drugs caused this? In comparison to a brain injury, that might have been preferable, though again, nothing that resulted in a seizure was exactly [i]tame; with all the possible causes, the best range was from "not too terribly severe" to "he's probably *ed," for the most part. All there was to do was play the waiting game, and hope this didn't draw on for much longer; the risks of grievous injury increased as more minutes passed, and while Bones didn't know Don, that wasn't a barrier to his concern. It wasn't necessary to know someone to worry about what the end result might be.

His ears perked when he heard a voice, interrupted by the unmistakable sound and scent of vomit, but it wasn't all that was present. When Bones turned his gaze to the tiger, that faint, faint scent of copper was explained in the tint of red accompanying the contents of Don's stomach. The feline, while clearly agitated and tense, began cleaning himself as naturally as anything, as though none of this had actually happened, despite the way his body language spoke volumes about how aware he was of what just transpired. Bones didn't react at the command, his expression neutral. "And pretend we didn't just find you seizing? That's not happening. Do you get these often?" This didn't seem like a first time for him, not from what the canine could see.
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Barebones -- Typically goes by Bones -- Member of no clan (for now) -- Son of NPCs -- 32 months -- Bisexual, uninterested -- May slip into Pidgin English

[b]PHYSICALITY
Golden Shepherd (German Shepherd x Golden Retriever mix) -- Black fur is naturally shaggy, but cropped short -- Build is sturdy and athletic; well-rounded in terms of type of musculature -- Eyes are a dark azure -- Lattice of scars on legs

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Medium difficulty -- Relies on intelligence and stamina -- Attack in [b][color=#bababa]bold #bababa -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

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have i put this here before? i'm putting this here. i'm sorry hanzo

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AHAHAHA IKR
it was just this bunny
why was there a bunny
what rating do you give this video Bears The Video Critic?

also. you should know that hanzo is now missing part of his back legs.

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this looked better in my head
actually no i can't visualize anything

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that is very true
but idk what i'm doing help

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he is happy with blues now thankfully

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WELL AN 8/10 ISN'T SO BAD RIGHT
yeah that rotation around a bunny. that was creepy. idek what the symbolism was supposed to be

how did you cry that many times
is that even possible
i'm afraid i'm going to cry even more now

I KNOOOW MAKE ME STOOOP

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i'll take that as a good oooh?

YES IT IS
YOUNG MCCREE
AKSHFJSS I WILL LMAO