Posts by cy.

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accepted ! (or do i accept her character?) ^^

going to delete some windlass characters; will be made later on.

[fancypost bgcolor=tranparent borderwidth=0px; font-size: 11px; width: 450px; height: 275px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;] the world is covered in snow - it is official. the once large mossy forest has grown to become a chilled workplace. prey is somewhat hard, and working underground has ceased a bit - other that pipes must be checked on regularly. it seems that even the junkyard has grown into hibernation, with parts disappearing and tucked deep within the piles. the camp itself is as if a blizzard struck. the small pond by the mothers site is now frozen over, the tunnels have frost tipped grass, the cars can be locked by the frost securing it. surely there's another winter storm around the corner, and everyone can feel it.

sign up thread
adoption thread
plotting and chat thread

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http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1929718.0

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no, no, no.
for look above the car.

vesper laid on the roof, her ears perked and attentive, mouth open for new scents, but her eyes were closed. if one wasn't paying attention, they would think she was sleeping while snoring - but they would be wrong. as if she knew such a thing would be assumed, she blinked open her amber orbs and surveyed the camp. the others were probably asleep; the cars were filled with soft snores and no lights lit up the camp. if vesper could guess, it was close to dawn - the winter sky being gray with soft strips of pale pink and orange glowing beneath. giving a soft sigh, she gnawed at the pouch on her left forearm until it opened; she then proceeded to pull out her pocket watch. the hand was on the IX - the usual waking by the small alarm at the center of the camp. but that has since been inside the tinker's tunnel where it hasn't been touched until other parts are found for it. flicking an ear, she placed the watch carefully back into the pouch and jumped down from her roof and unto the snow below - getting the white slush between her soft gray paws. it was time that the group got up and got working, she figured. and today was important anyway, so they'll have to be up to hear it all.

today she would begin the day with an announcement. every January the testing for all stewards and firemen began - where they were sent into the far paths of the outlands for three days to show their skills. there weren't many stewards this year, but no matter - they will attend. every other apprentice would miss out and become stewards until their promotion to crew member. the gray she-cat snorted before padding down her line of cars, looking at each cat parked inside. they didn't have their masks on yet, half of them even worked in the tunnels. she pulled her goggles down, making her vision slightly brighter but still with a dark black tint due to the lenses. when she came up to the bus, now completely covered in snow and broken glass everywhere. with a few jumps and clawing up the vine wrapped around it, vesper reached the top and sat down - slightly unbothered by the cold. at this bench-point, her voice could be heard all throughout the camp. she then opened her mouth and hollered:

[b]“rise and shine, Metallum members, and come for an important meeting and announcement!"

// rushed a bit.

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[b]“good morning; it's exactly nine o' clock." she said, the last sentence aimed towards Caligo's question. “i'm sorry for waking you all up, but time does not wait for the unplanned and expected. today, i think you all will be a bit disappointed with the first news - due to the sudden weather conditions, the tunnels will not be open for everyone's access. but, this brings the opportunity of less steam and clutter. all needed today, is a small group to go down there, check the pipes, make sure the tunnels haven't frozen over or fallen through, and anything else that requires treatment; this group is to go all day with this job." she stopped and flicked an ear. who would she send?
she then regained her thoughts and made a decision. “Caligo and Gilbert will be going down in the tunnels, while Fayre will help assist whenever she is needed. Gilbert, i trust you with making sure that all the lanterns keep lit and for guiding the light. Caligo, you will be making sure no-one falls onto a different path and stays within the group; therefore, you will set up waypoints and warnings for us to be aware of. Fayre, you were chosen because i do not believe you've seen the tunnels before. i hope you know how to tie a knot with leather onto the pipes; if not, i'm sure Gilbert can help you with this." she nodded. “all the supplies - the lantern powder, the tying leather, the signs and tools - are all within the shed. i hope you all have your lantern attached to your tail, and do keep in mind you have a steward among you - teach and guide her." the gray she-cat blinked. “wait, Fayre will be fitted with a lantern later on - for now, she will be carrying it with the handle in her mouth. and once you three are done, check with the surgeon; if anything strange happens, report immediately, even if it's minor. i trust that everyone understands."
Vesper waited a moment, taking a soft breath, before continuing. “there will be a blacksmithing session today - Solomon, i want you to supervise over it and to choose those you will take along. the junkyard and the tinkering tunnels will be open for that activity. that is, if you do not mind?"
she awaited his reply, and any questions from the four she called on. after the confirmation, she would continue with the leaving for the promotion starting tonight and conclude with the patrols.

[ will post with Lafe soon. ]

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bump !

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//rushed

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it's gone?
// christ, my bad! i don't know how it got deleted! i'll add it up in a minute!

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she's looking good !

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bump !

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bump !

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;][size=7pt] @clouds - yes, you are. ^^

i think for feb., since march would have another in-game event, we should have an ooc-event - like a 20 questions or 100 questions prompt.

what do you guys think of that, and any ideas?

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[justify][color=black][size=7pt] the brown tabby sat towards the back, his wide owl-like yellow eyes observed everything behind his mask. he listened to the words that Vesper spoke of and nodded his head when the company was to leave for the traditional promotion. he would attempt to participate and work hard so he could at least have a chance at a future tinkerer. but he knew of how promotions went around here - if you proved to be a valuable asset or some unique talent and presented a working of your own, you would be listed as most likely to be promoted. and more or less you were.
often Lafe pondered about his future as a fellow tinker; he would write everyone in and certain tools needed for construction. his mask would gain a light on it for underground work and his lantern would be held high with pride. but that's what he does now as a crew member; listen for unique sounds and memorize them, write a bit in his spare time, lantern hung from his tail. no matter; he would at least try for whatever is needed and fill in whenever possible.
he rolled his shoulders forward and stood up, padding towards Samson. he only knew him by that name, at least he responded whenever he was called by a fellow member. lafe never had a conversation with him, how could he? but despite it all, he nudged the tinker's shoulder when he came close enough. lafe was wishing that he could join him on his blacksmithing session, he hadn't seen the junkyard ever since the winter storm came along. and his paws were aching for searching through the high junk piles. he only hoped that Samson could understand what he meant
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accepted

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she looked at Caligo with a questioning look, and almost asked her to repeat herself, when she caught on to her words. Vesper then glanced over at Zylphia. [b]“she's welcome to make her own patrol, or go hunting above grounds." she flicked her ear. “maybe join the blacksmithing session?" the gray she-cat was out of ideas for what the crew member could do. vesper herself was going to check on the borders, but she had nothing planned. maybe she would organize a few more activities the others that weren't assigned anything could do.

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inspiration music: finale by danny elfman
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[size=7pt] he looked up at the constellations dotting the black sky; specks of white stars creating symbols and designs beyond knowledge. that's where he belonged, harcourt believed, among the stars and dancing along the black velvet that stretched upon earth when the sun needs rest and the moon takes its place. his mother nursed his imagination from a young age, imploring for him to describe magnificent feats and tales about his future adventures to the above. they were never true, of course, but his mother didn't wish to break his dreams of the galaxy and beyond and was honestly curious herself. harcourt promised her that he will eventually be up there and he would tell her of every detail to be seen. she only nodded before drifting back to sleep. the young pup would only continue to watch the stars and moons from his open window and silently prayed that one day his hope and life on the subject was not put to waste.
“harcourt! get over to the main station for ending shift," deryn called, her usual growl now slightly laced with annoyance, which jolted the borzoi out of his stargazing.
he lifted his head slowly towards her frame, who was a few ways off. “i shall get to it," he barked, nodding towards the gate.
she snorted and continued on her patrol.
such a lovely lady.
turning back towards the gate with dread in his belly and tiredness in his limbs, the lanky brute trotted to his next destination - with constellations at the back of his mind. the gate was the only safe haven the guards currently had access to besides the inner city; a watch-tower, curved in wire, a small shed for each protector, that is what harcourt called home. it usually smelled of burnt wood and oil, in the mornings there was fog that covered everywhere, the sheds were always being repaired and tampered with. of course, he grew used to it and whenever he departed from the location he always wondered if he would return back to his homely guardian life. harcourt hated thinking about it, but in a way. . .he anticipated such a thought. just imagine, a life within the abyss lit only by a lantern. it was suicidal of course, everybody who did never returned. but the only thing that harcourt wanted to do was travel against the moonlight, following the direction of the star path, being one with the moon, sky, and earth.

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