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To create a team, request below!! You can also name the team, the creator being captain. Anyone can join a team, being assigned to one randomly or by request on which you want to join. The max number of teams for now is 12. (1/12 teams created)
CURRENT TEAMS :
1. Borussia Dortmund / Marco Reus / 0
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[size=6pt]Key : NAME / TEAM CAPTAIN / POINTS
At the max, each team should have 11 players but it isn't a must - instead, you could just have (for example) 4 actual roleplayed players and some NPC's to make up the remaining.
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[size=14]Fixtures and Scores[/size]
[justify][size=7pt]The bolded team is the winner.
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[justify][size=7pt]practice thread will be up soon
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but he has a name." Marco muttered a few words in German after that, however they weren't directed toward Kagura or anyone else like that first sentence was. The tom himself looked a bit rough compared to his usual cool and collected appearance - maybe he had been drinking some the night before and had a little too much, but not enough to make him tipsy. Marco held his alcohol well, he did.
Marco's tall and slender finger stopped beside Skully, his ears angled and pointing to the sides as he quietly spoke. "I guess I will participate." His fighting style was an odd but effective one - stamina high, speed fast. Though, his attack wasn't the strongest. But his accuracy was amazing, making up for that lack of force.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco didn't speak his welcome, however had enough decency of course to introduce himself. "Marco, Marco Reus," he spoke from his spot where he stood beside Skully, almond hued eyes briefly glancing at him before tearing away their gaze.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]ooc / AHHH I need to respond to our thread soRRY cara keep on forgetting /w
ic / "What's up regarding all the flowers?" Marco questioned, arching a non-existent brow a bit playfully as he summoned a sliver of a grin, rather boyish. He leaned down to give one a sniff; it was an odd smell, the slightest bit sweet scented. Oh well.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Auto-acceptance here - so welcome," murmured a thin, however big in height, cream tabby. Marco wasn't much for words when it came to joiners, as it got boring sometimes saying the same message over and over again... But you had to say something and mind your manners, he'd remind himself every once in awhile.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"You could stay with your father and me at my home," Marco offered, almond colored eyes examining the youngster. It was so weird saying that Skully was living with him, it was like the were a couple or something (though I assure you not). It would have been a strange pairing, too - the "softie deep down" German and his stoner friend. "I also have a few smaller scarves and blankets you could use since it's cold out, may help some."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Fishing, I see?" Marco spoke, dipping his head in unsaid greeting all the same as he made his way over. He wasn't much for fishing, seeing as he never did much of it. Never quite enjoyed the taste of fish that much.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco, oddly curious when it came to this stranger, made his way over without a word, coming to a stop among the others.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"I turn around and each time you get bigger and bigger than me," Marco playfully teased Skully, one of the few he actually did such things with. With a big, boyish and goofy grin, he attempted to playfully swat at the other toms ears, acting like he couldn't reach them on top of that.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Ah, so this was one of Skullys boys, huh? To be honest, even if he lived with Skully, he only knew about two of the guys sons, but he mostly knew about Bonepup. What a wonderful best friend he was! Marco simply came up to join the small crowd, not really saying anything.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"I will just watch this one out," Marco said as he took a seat, wanting to cringe at this museless post.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Knew a guy who got electrocuted by one of those things, died from it." Marco shrugged, saying it like it was nothing as his words smoothly came out. "So I'd be careful with it, kiddo."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco arrived just in time to catch a glimpse of the new member, but all he saw was her making her way off. Oh well. Hopefully she'd settle in easily.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]As much as the reunion was sweet, he couldn't help but summon a sliver of a smile at Scatteredpaws antics and words. A goofball he was, but in a good way, of course.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Many thanks," Marco beamed, coming up rather eagerly to grab some alcohol. Truth be told, he was a bit of an alcoholic.
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A wonderful event idea, he believed. However he was terrible at fishing and knew he wouldn't be participating! Maybe he'd watch, though. Marco dipped his head in thanks for the invite.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Er, what happened?" Marco questioned. He wouldn't have been surprised if it was, like, Skullys drug dealer monkey's meth lab that had exploded.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]So many visitors these days! Without a word, he silently watched, feeling a bit bad for Weddingpaw. Marco was bad a to comfort, though, so he was stuck standing there awkwardly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Bonfires and bonding, huh? A strange but interesting combo to say the least. Curiously, though being silent and wordless in the process, Marco made his way over to join them.