Posts by Brave-heart77

Name - Wheatley

Age - 18

Gender - male

Sexuality - gay

Godly Parent - Demeter

Powers - power to drain life and to replenish life at the expense of himself

Headcannons - a kind and gentle farm boy. Enjoys nature and reading, usually has a sun hat on.

Post Example - Wheatley walked between two rows of corn stalks, feeling uncomfortably isolated as he detasseled the growing vegetables. A little company would be nice or at least to have some noise, something more than the quiet breeze and the sounds of his footsteps on dirt. Indeed, a lonely morning was more than just lonely.

Codename - Farmer

Villain name - Harvester

Rank - Misc, best at mainly gathering information.

"Oh! Yeah, I remember that," Violet replied, weaving through the crowd to stay near Deidara, her eyes trained on him.

Violet was beyond surprised, and certainly interested, in what Deidara had just revealed. "Uh, chocolate's fine," She stammered, still stuck on the earlier information. "You went there alone?" She whispered, nervous at the prospect of being caught by another member, even with the distance from them. "When?"

Violet quickly joined him, impressed by his fearlessness. More and more, the boy seemed like her kind of person. He didn't have to buy her food or go out and risk getting in trouble, but he did anyway. The reason was debatable, for her, for goodness, for whatever it may be, the action had been done. "How did it go?" She found herself a bit nervous for the answer, even though he seemed chill about the topic. The idea, the memory of being there, made her feel on edge.

Violet licked at her ice cream as Deidara shared his experience, by the end she practically had hearts in her eyes. He had helped people! Multiple times! On his own! It was better than she could have hoped for. "I'm so glad you did! Even a little help is help," She beamed, turned towards him. "Sasori never caught on to you taking his stuff then?"

"What are you doing?" Sandthorn questioned, looking at the large tom with an expression that read as disgust. He had made his way under the bridge, intent on being alone. Really, he wanted to trash at the ground with his claws. He had wanted to vent some emotion where no cat could see. Fishface had easily ruined this plan.

"Of course," Violet nodded, returning to a more serious demeanor. She could only imagine how nervous he was, he had put his own neck on the line. His next statement made her ponder, truly, she had no idea how they were. Hopefully better, though for them that was rather relative. Things were unlikey to be good for them. "I don't know..." A moment passed and she moved closer to him and spoke quieter, "Have you ever broken rules before?"

"Join you?" the smaller tom scoffed, "And do what, just lay here?" Sandthorn eyed Fishface for a moment and sat down in his spot, "It seems every time I stumble upon you, you're out by yourself doing nothing. Are you really so passionless?"

Violet shook her head, "No, I'd never have the nerve to do that." She was scared of one of the members being rude to her let alone getting in actual trouble. Hell, she had been to scared to even seriously consider rejecting Deidara's offer.

Sandthorn rolled his eyes, "Smooth your pelt, it was just question," but then his gaze returned to Fishface as he continued, "though your reaction says a lot. Seems your veins don't have much blood." He was hoping to prod further at the warrior's core, both for curiosity and for closeness. At least, what he knew as closeness.

Violet took his hand and thought about how long it had been since she had touched someone, other than her cats she was mostly alone. The warmth of his hand made her feel nervous and lonely. She was quick to let go once on her feet, and she wasn't sure if she regretted that or not. "Let's be on our way," She mumbled.

When will an RP thread be started? Just curious :^)

"Oh? I have to explain it? I thought you were smarter than that," Sandthorn retorted, doing his best to look unimpressed. Though he heard the size remark he chose to ignore it, mainly because it didn't land. He knew he was small, he didn't much care.

Violet had eaten the ice cream but left the cone in tact. In fact, she had almost completely forgotten the treat as her mood had taken a dive. She didn't want to go back but the prospect of being out with Deidara as the day come to a close made her uneasy. It was always there, the worry he might show a darker side. But a part of her wanted push it. "Do you think anyone would notice if we were out so late?"

"To be fair you were here first," the russet tom stated, unsure of how he wanted things to continue from here. A fight didn't sound entirely appealing If nothing better came it would do, but he wanted Fishface's attention on him in a calmer way if possible. "What were you thinking about down here anyway? Or was your mind drawing blanks?"

Violet followed closely beside him, not wanting to get left in an unfamiliar place. "I'm already dreading tomorrow," she admitted, "oh! and I need to check my phone to see if they ever answered." The unknown texter had almost been forgotten but when the topic of things she wasn't looking forward to came up... suddenly she remembered.

"Did the last one die?" Sandthorn deadpanned, unaware of Fishface's history.

Violet, who's spent several lonely years in the organization, walks through the hideout. As she paces quietly down a corridor that harbors spare rooms, intent on picking one to read in, she hears what sounds like crying. She stops and listens closer, it must be crying. Or the sound of something suffering. She opens the door to the room that seems to be containing the sobs....

To reveal Hidan! She peeks from behind the door, "Are you okay?!"

Crazyclaw

Sandthorn's perked up at the realization he wasn't in the know. "What? No? What did you do?" he questioned rapidly, standing up just to pad closer. "Tell me."

Violet sighed, unhappy to be reminded of the weird cat party. Or whatever you would call it. "Oh, lord," She mused aloud, "It's Bloria. She got my number somehow." This fact certainly unsettled Violet. "I guess I should show this to Pein?"