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    Mirae will likely stick with Oran


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]Mirae sat in her cage, confused eyes widened with a mix of fear as well while she watched everyone run about. She wanted to record this. The cannibal turned and reached for where she thought her journal was, only for it to not be there. That was when the panic set in. The child tripped out of her cage and stumbled out, wide eyes searching. Oran. She saw Oran.


    "Oran!" The winged kitten raced for her sibling, stumbling as she made her way over. "Oran!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]"Yeah! I did, and I am!" Mirae wished she had waited for Raspbel to come. Sleeping in the cold and going hours without food really was horrible. But she was here now, and hungry, but so was Oran!


    "You can hunt?" she exclaimed in surprise, eyes curious. "That's really, really cool!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]/ track!


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]The *? This *ing jungle was beginning to piss her off, especially with the combination of the heat and the *ed bugs. Just because they screamed solitude and mercilessness to everyone didn't mean they had to live in such a place. Regardless, she kept going. All the way up until the stink and rot of trespassers past lay upon her paws. Gross.


    '*ing slobs. Clean up after yourselves.' she sneered, pushing something aside so she could seat herself. Really, this was gross to her. Madeline was inclined to wipe that disgusted appearance off of her features, so she did and she stilled herself. They'd be here soon anyways.


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    She was late. Whoops, and it was definitely her roleplayer's fault. No excuses, but she just hadn't been on lately.


    'Is my armor still torn? Great.' The lion cub joined the battle, moving toward her father instinctively as to protect him. Her eyes settled upon Permafrost, and a blast of wind was sent against his side, aided with telekinesis to try and topple her enemy over. She herself wasn't on his league physically, but she was smart, and she'd try to help Vader out anyways.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]Weak, strong, normal or strange made no difference to her. She wasn't going to treat anybody any different than the next person, unless they gave her a reason to. Her immediate opinion of Whitepaw? He seemed hesitant and aloof, but at least he wasn't spitting threats at her left and right. That was the last thing she needed right now.


    "Madeline Wilson-Scoppio," The snow leopard looked down at the other with hard eyes. She was *ed if she didn't pull it off. Two or three? She could fight anyone off! But a whole clan biting down on her shoulders? "here to join. She was *ed.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]'It's not like you can deny me. Every clan I know of has an auto-acceptance policy, whether you like it or not.' That's what she wanted to say, but she didn't. She wanted to take up stance and show the Exiles who she was the daughter of. 'The man who pissed in Bill's face.' She used to love that story. Now it just lightened her mood and made her laugh. Regardless, she wasn't going to let her short-term desire to show-off get her * in trouble. She had her own goal here, which wasn't exactly malicious to the Exiles, but whether or not it was helpful to them was debatable. Either way, she was in now.


    "Is Kat fine?" None of the surnames really rang a bell, but she was aware that the Xerses one meant she had a pretty big family with one. Three? That was a lot of family. As for her first name, she didn't really want to say it. Kat was much easier, but no was no if she got one.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]The appearance of this place was a lot more clean than the Exiles, and it didn't stink of rot and flesh. It happened to be a jungle as well, but whether or not it was the same jungle was unknown to her. If it was, that'd be even better for her. Less travel and *.


    'Quick recap: Bill is the leader.' A smile cracked onto her features as the snow leopard continued to walk forward. Even being closely related to tigers, the heat was still a *. But why was Bill being here so important to her? She'd always wanted to meet the man Dad pissed on. The story never failed to make her laugh.


    Madeline came to a halt on the border, cleared a spot to sit, and sat.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]"To join." Geez-um! and it's the opposite here! Clean but mean instead of nice and dirty. First impressions meant a lot to Maddie. Twilightzone seemed grumpy to her.


    And then there was Arcangelo. Madeline lifted an eye at him, not sure what to make of him. He wore an eyepatch like her dad, and she supposed, Bill as well. "My name is Madeline Wilson-Scoppio."


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    Maeve had sent out notice yesterday, so she was simply waiting. She didn't expect anyone to show up, but she would wait neverless. She wanted to see if she could do her job:


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]"Why would I want to do that? Poetry is a waste of time." she huffed. She also couldn't think of anything off the top of her head concerning those. So it was more or less an excuse. Her attention was diverted when Bill arrived, and with that a wickedly mischievous grin grew on her features. * yeah. Her eyes followed her attention over to his figure, and then her body turned as well.


    "Bill! By chance, do you remember," Would he know Dad as Deathstroke or Slade? Deathstroke, likely. "that time Deathstroke pissed on ya'?" That story was gold. A+, and * yeah she'd rub it in his face.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]/ chucks Maddie at Deathy


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]Yes! That would be great. c:


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]Yeah! Sure! c:


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    Maeve couldn't exactly do a full checkup with her eye problem, but she could do a lot of it. The dog-like creature stood, motioning for Mero to sit as she approached her. The closeted vampire would then to a fast look over, checking her ears and fur. Maeve would then motion for her to open her mouth, wanting to look inside to make sure there wasn't anything wrong.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 0px solid #000000;width: 500px;line-height: 120%;text-align: justify;font-size: 12px;]Missing right eye under a signature eyepatch? Yeah, she was about one-hundred percent sure she got the right guy. Add up catching wind of his presence in the Skulls, and it was a given that Madeline would eventually track down her father. She admired him, and she wanted to see him again.


    "Hey Dad! Remember me?" Straight-forward. None of that beating around the bush with all sorts of cryptic hints. That took too long. She didn't want to waste her time.


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