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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Well, this was certainly awkward. Emelia had been walking by when she caught a bit of the conversation, and she stopped. However, the hippogriff was unsure what to say. Being a more methodical and independent creature, social interactions had never been a strength but she'd been standing there for too long to keep silent. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said in a voice that wasn't very convincingly sympathetic. It wasn't that she didn't empathize with others, it was simply harder to show it. "Sometimes it's hard to let go of the past, huh?" The former badlander said.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia looked up and her gaze softened, although it was a bit forced. She didn't want to appear rude, after all, she was generally pretty agreeable. "Hey. I'm just replanting these guys," Her voice took on a fonder tone when she referred to the plants. "You can help if you want. Flowers on this side, two rows over are herbs, then vegetables." Emelia suddenly stopped, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't her home- er, not originally- and she snapped her beak shut. She didn't want to sound too at ease, as the changes were still brand new and she hadn't gotten a feel for the place yet.

Giana's approach was a breath of fresh air, a change in conversation. If Emelia's beak didn't make it impossible, she'd be smiling. "I am. Nice to meet you, Giana. Name's Emelia."

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]At least they were friendly- or acting the part very well. Emelia nodded, watching Mark as he began working and then directing her attention to the snow leopard when she decided he was doing well enough a job. The extra help was nice. She'd been hesitant about merging with such a larger group, but was beginning to see the pros of it as well. "Actually, I did have to leave behind quite a bit of non living aspects of the garden." She admitted, thinking of her fence and stone path. "Any spare wood or rocks would be appreciated."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Back in the Badlands, Emelia had pledged herself to the grey god, the one of neutrality. Her point of view was very balanced, seeing things from all sides. That said, she did have her morals and was generally not fond of fighting- she understood it and why war might sometimes be necessary, but torture? She shied away from the subject. Hearing Tweak's suggestion, Emelia had nothing to say. Or rather, nothing that she'd voice aloud. It was undoubtedly an interesting idea, or at least one she hadn't heard before, but it just seemed so... Cruel? She supposed that it was, technically, an anti-clan, but the hippogriff still couldn't imagine Tweak's idea. She shuddered, keeping her mouth shut but staying near enough so as to listen to what Finn would have to say on the matter.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Her expression was confused and then blank. Emelia hadn't witnessed many powers up close (which was odd as they were increasingly common) and watching Talia disappear and then appear again was nothing short of an awe-inspiring sight to the fem. As soon as she saw the supplies, though, she was back into her typical way of doing things. "This is perfect." Emelia said, not questioning where it had all come from. Don't ask, don't tell, right? She scanned over the things once more and then looked back to the garden. "We can inlay the stones into the ground between the rows, maybe." She said quietly, mostly thinking aloud.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia never really used weapons. She hardly fought much at all, but when she would have to she could perfectly rely on her sharp talons or powerful hooves to deliver blows. But being new, she was mostly concerning herself with fitting into the new group more or less seamlessly, not making too much disruption. That said, she figured it was best to go along with what they'd be doing, even if she had never really used weapons herself. The hippogriff selected a dagger with a longer blade, something with a handle she could comfortably grip in her beak or talons. She would need a sheath for it too, probably. "I'm more handy with daffodils than daggers." She said, clicking her beak in anxious habit. "Will there be any weapons-handling training of any sort?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia had always been relatively simplistic. There had been a swing on a tree in the old garden, and that was about as far as she would venture out aside from her bordering fence and path. Primarily, though, she found joy in others using the garden as well and if adding a few extra things would make it a little nicer, she was for it. "That sounds fine to me." She said, looking around and picturing possible layouts. She could imagine how it might look nice spiced up a bit. "Maybe a birdbath, or small fountain of some kind, too." She voiced out loud as she picked up a stone and set it into the dirt, set evenly between the rows. The next one would be placed about an inch away, and she'd continue talking. "If we can get a heavier canopy of trees here, we can put up some lights or string them around the trunks. I'm not much of a decorator, so who knows."

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia had already introduced herself to a handful of members, but she figured regular reminders of who was who would help her to make quicker face to name connections. She approached Quickkit and sat down, listening to all he had to say about himself. Some of the names he mentioned were unfamiliar, but that was no matter. He seemed like a nice kid.

"It's very nice to meet you, Quickkit. I'm Emelia. I'm a gardener with a knack for healing, I don't have much family and I'm relatively new to a lot of aspects of life here, so I'm still adjusting." She said, figuring that introduction would suffice. There was not a whole lot to be said about the hippogriff, who was a rather simple creature.

[ooc: hello! i'm truffula, i've been here for three? four years? i have mostly always roleplayed in the backboards, and currently i can be found in radicalclan if not here now. c:
this isn't my first time roleplaying in the rift as i used to play luridlullaby who was a head mc when this place was tidalclan, some of you might have characters distantly related to her.
irl, i love dogs (i have a v lovely german shepherd) and am really into harry potter and reading in general. i'm a big listener of music.

i'm so excited to meet you all and plot with you guys and whatnot~!]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Another face she didn't recognize. Emilia imagined it would be awhile before she could identify all her new clanmates. The hippogriff padded over and stood near Fic, looking at Maxine. "I'm Emelia, nice to meet you." She said in her normal rushed tone. "You are..?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia would not recognize the returning member as she herself was quite new, having come with the Badlands during the merge. "Hello." She greeted shortly, approaching the female. "The names don't ring a bell, but I'm rather new myself and haven't met everybody. Name's Emelia." She introduced herself. Of those she'd met in meet and greets or at the border, she didn't remember any Violet or Nightfury. But this was a large group in her opinion, so she wouldn't be surprised to have overlooked anyone on accident.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia walked over next, swishing her tail. She had never really participated in weekly tasks of any sort, but she figured they couldn't be too difficult, and everybody was asking for them. So why not? "I'll take one." The chestnut hippogriff decided, standing near the others who had gathered.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia could hardly hear the faint whimper, but she knew the tone and knew it to be Fic. She picked up her pace a bit, finding him covered in scratches and bite wounds. She hardly had to search her mind for who could've done it, because who else but his father? She had thought that he wouldn't be able to find them in the new territory, but apparently he'd managed. And once again, nobody had been there in time to stop it. "Hey. Fic." She said, reaching out. "I'll go run and get some herbs and stuff to get on those wounds. What happened?' She asked, instinctively looking around to ensure that Neurotic wasn't still hanging around.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Her expression drooped. "Oh." Herbs couldn't really fix that, at least in the sense of the medicine she knew. Emelia shifted on her feet, not sure what to say. She had never been the best emotional support, and desperately she hoped that another would show up for Fic's sake, so that he wouldn't have to deal with her awkward presence. "Shit, Fic. I'm sorry, I— that asshole is going to pay. If I have to kill him myself, it doesn't matter. This won't happen again." Of course, now she was making a promise she wasn't sure she could keep. Last time, Emelia had been so positive that it could never happen again. But that hadn't gone as expected, had it?

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia wasn't the kind to watch everything she ate, but sweet things had never really appealed to her anyway. Watching Quick dig through a stash, and then Anima lecture him on why he shouldn't eat too much sugar as she indulged in some chocolate herself- it was like witnessing the beginnings of a train wreck. "You just wait until the effects wear off, you'll have tired yourself and will be out like a light." Emelia said, lumbering over and struggling to understand the stream of words that shot from Quick's mouth.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia was not a good story teller, she was far more inclined to other things and so figured she likely would not be participating in the contest herself. Knowing her, it would likely be less of a story and more of an in-depth informative guide on the care and growth of plants. Nobody would want to listen to that. But if everybody else was going to be telling stories, she would gladly listen. Even if she wasn't creative herself, the talents of others always interested her. "I can judge, I guess." She offered, seeing as how they needed at least two and so far only Tweak had volunteered.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]A movie night! That was just the kind of relaxation Emelia would love! She flew over and bobbed her head along with the others saying they'd go. "Sounds fun to me." She said, already taking off to go.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Her task had been to go over emergency drills with the clan, in case of a fire or hurricane or something like that. Emelia had thought this over for a long time, but was drawing a total blank. She had her skills. She was at least okay in combat, and her knack for healing was worthy of respect, but she dealt with things best after the incident. She could help everybody after a hurricane or something, but during or before? She had no idea really how to prepare.

But hey, she'd have to give it a shot at least. After all, it seemed like common sense. Stay inside, board up or tape windows. Seek higher ground if possible, or leave entirely. "Hey everybody!" The hippogriff called out despite not having a real thought out plan of what to say yet. She figured she would ad lib it. No sense wasting time to think about it. "We're going to go over some emergency drills, alright? In case of natural disaster!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]How had he been let into the clan in the first place? If only she'd been there, Emelia couldn't help but think she could've helped prevent this. If only she'd been there when Neurotic had joined to tell the Rifters who were unfamiliar with him what her done. "I wish I could've done more to help." The chestnut fem said in a low voice, already returning with some painkillers and poultices. "Guess we can't heal all the wounds, but some of this stuff should at least help with the physical pain. Fic, I'm so, so sorry."

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]"That would be a nice touch. Would we have to build it?" It seemed like an awfully large thing to just conjure up, and Emelia was no architect but if they could somehow pull it off she was all for it. A benefit of such a large group was the more ideas and more help to execute them.