Posts by terrasen.

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Terrasen was there for Distinctmemory's return, and a little stone of pity dropped into his stomach. He didn't know the situation in BloodClan, but with Mika's tone...
He gave a small shrug, shaking off the pity. "Perhaps."

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Terrasen blinked, then frowned slightly. "Then why all the glitter and trees and lights? Seems kind of over the top to me." He growled, glancing from his newly-arrived adoptive mother to Mika.
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//i knew his name was rly rly familiar!!

Terrasen paused. The names weren't familiar, and neither was the wolfdog - but there had been a bout of inactivity, so he couldn't be too sure whether they had been sighted or not. "I haven't seen them." He grumbled slowly, then looked at his adoptive mother, a question in his still-narrowed gaze.

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★ GIDEON E. wrote:

i mean, i wore a hillary clinton mask to school just because my grandma had it laying around, and the majority of people thought it was p funny

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YOU KNOW JUST A NORMAL CONVERSATION

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sO SHE BUYS A MASK?
next thing you know she has an obama body pillow
or a life-size cutout of trump

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Terrasen picked up one of the controllers, sniffing it carefully and frowning as if he were a detective. It seemed to pass his inspection - He settled it in front of him, with a paw between the lettered buttons and the other on the small joystick. His mouth moved as he read the rules, then gave a nod. It was like trying to bullsh*t his way through a rocket science exam, but still he remained steadfast and determined.

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what year approx were you here, charry?

bc i was here with a character called Fayz, and that was 2014

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"Fine." Terrasen grumbled, sounding almost close to a snarl. Everything this kid did was annoying, and he had no idea why. He resisted the urge to back up and just watched the canine with a level stare, narrowed slightly.

//ic again! if you don't want terra to act this way, just say the word :)

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Terrasen slunk up to the border, looking up (though he was a large feline, he was no match for a border collie) at the foreigner. He didn't really speak, just gave a questioning grunt and took a seat. This whole size thing was scraping away at his pride, to be honest.

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Terrasen moved to stand beside Morningharbour, watching the whole shebang with a blank green gaze. Her voice was unfamiliar - though, to be fair, this wasn't exactly his realm. No, really, this world wasn't where he was from. He knew the Ewylle language, the Adarlan and some Wendlyn tongues, but that was about the extent of it.
He didn't say anything, just sat beside the Heir in an almost bodyguard-like fashion.

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Terrasen slunk up, watching the two dogs with a neutral green gaze and walking with that glide that only came from a couple of centuries of life.
"Terrasen." He murmured by way of introduction.

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Terrasen blinked, closed expression becoming one of absolute 'WTF?'. "Can you repeat that in English?" He deadpanned, then shook his head. "Actually, don't. I can't say yes to your invitation, but someone'll come along that can." He grumbled, then gave a small sigh. He better say something nice.
"Thanks for the invite."

//thank you!
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//that last sentence is the most relatable thing i've read all day

Terrasen paused for a moment, silver pelt ruffling in the gentle breeze. "Terrasen." He grumbled after a few beats.
It was silent for another while, until he gestured to the canine and said, "So your place has stranger names than ours."

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hey can, like, anyone with the ability to accept/decline invites go to THIS thread please? it's been pretty awkward with just me and the inviter.
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i only have terra and my other char epiphany from the rebellion of terminus
i legit am incapable of 'casual roleplaying'
it's all or nothing with my characters unfortunately for me ahh

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Terrasen slunk over, green gaze blank as he took a seat and waited with an eerie stillness.
//track

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Terrasen's gaze flickered to Distinctmemory and his injured, a flicker of pity flashing over his expression before it was schooled into cool neutrality. Aw - that was, uh, really quite sad actually.
He turned to his adoptive sibling as they put in one of the DS's, and he quickly and methodically sorted it into the electronics box.
He then turned to Dia when she spoke to the small kit, frowning a little. If he were kind, in another life, he would have been all over that. But instead he turned away, examining the pile of donated items.

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Terrasen's gaze settled on Mika as he spoke. He supposed it wasn't too far out of his comprehension - festivals and celebrations were amass in the nations and realms he'd been in before. It's just... the whole thing with the snow and the giant fat red-covered human and whatnot was not exactly a Fae (or Erilean, for that matter) celebration.
"I imagine it doesn't." He murmured in response to Dia, then looked around. "It's been going for a long time. When does it end?"

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"That's what I want to know." Terrasen grumbled in response. Though he did live for the fight, these games seemed pointless. If not for territory, dominance or rights, what was the use?
Unlike the raccoon, his large frame meant large paws. Which meant a large...
...
...
... inability to control the game very well.

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Terrasen listened quietly, his figurative brows raising quickly when his name was mentioned. Oh, he was promoted? There were three options, which he critically ran through his head... for a mighty few seconds. The choice was kinda obvious for him.
"I will become a Sentinel." He grumbled, then at an afterthought, dipped his head. "Thank you." He murmured hesitantly.

//thank you!

edit: ALSO i could do the holiday choice awards if nobody else is bursting to?
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