Posts by Christian Parker V.

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What an interesting way of speech. Christian had to wonder if it was by choice, habit, or necessity. He couldn't imagine having to spell out everything he said with building blocks. Would that not become tedious? He was sure it would. "Names, huh? Well, sure. I'm Christian Parker. May I ask where you're visiting from, Fruitpaw?" That name sounded Clan-ish. So he probably wasn't a loner of some sort.

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There was so much history that Adam carried with him wherever he went, at least in Christian's mind. He associated the now-warrior-like individual with Gabriel, and Vivian, and Lilith and Sylmae, and all of them. It was hard to let go of the past, and seeing the BoneClanner whom he'd grown up with brought up raw memories that hadn't been kind enough to fade yet. Shoving that aside, he tipped his head slightly and forced an expression of something other than pain on his face. He was pretty sure him and the other male were the only two of the "oldies" left behind. Even Kaitlyn and Reyna had vanished. That was ... crazy to think about.

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"BoneClan! Gather for a meeting!" Chrstian was disappointed, to say the least. This meeting wouldn't be one of the most pleasant out of ones he'd held in his so-far short leadership. But when members started noticing a problem with the Clan as a whole, it had to be brought up and fixed immediately. So that was what he was doing.

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"No!" Christian's eyes were wild, maniacal even. As soon as he'd heard the desperate cries screaming about Tauriel, he had instantly charged to the scene to see for himself. After all, to see was to believe. But once he was there, he didn't want to see anymore. She was nothing but a corpse, and she looked awful, with everything torn off and limp and dead. "No! Someone get Nemo! Please! She can't be dead. She's not dead."

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"I'm disappointed," Christian began, his eyes scraping the gathering crowd. "In myself, for not being as good a leader as I could, but also in you lot." This had been brought up to him, so it was definitely a problem. Not only had he noticed it, but others had too. "Where are the raids? Where are the events? Where are the captures and ideas? What the heck happened to the firey spirits BoneClan was? Where have they gone?" He shook his head, tail tip twitching in rhythmic movements. "I have been going way too easy on you. All of you. You've had warnings and probations and kind requests to pick up the pace, but it hasn't picked up. I promised you a mass promotion meeting two weeks ago, but I've seen maybe one individual worhty of promotion. So, no promotions. Not until I see you get your heads in the game."

"I understand this will upset some of you. Because while it's true that some of you have been great around here, this is about the Clan as a whole. And the Clan as a whole has been mediocre, so the Clan as a whole is being demoted. But you who've been living up to expectations, should you know who you are, are guranteed your positions back at the next meeting. However, as of now, we have no high positions."

I will hold a mass promotion meeting on November fifth, and you might earn your position back if you start doing what you're supposed to! Start capturing some kits--that's your job! Hold some raids please, and show your faces once and a while if you would! And at the next meeting, if I see enough of you ready to take on the responsibility of a high position, you will do so. Because it's a mass promtion, if I see anyone with an exceptional level of performance, that individual may skip a few ranks. You could go from holding no position to a Death Head, for example. Got it?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer before continuing. "Meeting dismissed."

//Because of the huge amount of demotions in this meeting, tag all of your raid/capture/idea/event threads with #bc2015. This is not a contest for whoever can put out the most threads, and it is not an activity contest. I'm not counting the number of threads, but originality/creativity of the post or thread, and just to see who is really trying to get this place back into gear.

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Christian's tail was swishing gently, calmly, as he waited to speak with whom he'd called for via telepathic request. He hadn't seen her at the meeting yet, but before she arrived he wanted to make sure she knew his thinking, his plans, the reasoning behind what he'd done. After all, it would just be cruel to cause her grief after everything she'd done. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd catch her before she was able to get the message from him announced to the public.

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If she had mentioned it, Christian would, too, remember the times when Tauriel had made lethal decisions based on whatever had posessed her. He was glad to have her back to composure, back to normal. "I did, yes. I just wanted to make it clear that your demotion was not a result of anything wrong you've been doing. However, if I'd said at the meeting 'Everyone but Tauriel is demoted,' I imagine that would not go down well. You've been beyond exceptional around this place, and I'm very impressed with what you've done. At the next meeting, you will get your position back. This was sort of an ... all or nothing meeting."

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//Inky!! Welcome back!!

Christian was at the border seemingly late, and he tried to repress his diappointment at that. Darn, he'd probably missed out on hearing the joiner's name. That was always a shame, as now he didn't have the faintest idea as what to address her. He didn't hear even a smidge of a name, just the echoes of those he alraedy was well acquainted with introducing themselves. Hm. Perhaps he'd be able to play it off as if he'd heard the entire conversation. That might work. "Welcome to BoneClan. My name is Christian Parker. Is there anything you need that I could get for you at the moment?" He could assume she'd be tired after a journey from wherever it was her origin was.

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"Barghest." Christian's grumbling purr was accompanied by a fancy smile as his eyes crinkled at the corners. How glad he was to see a friend who he'd told himself countless times would never return, to dull his hopes that caused his very bones to ache with the grief of it all. Yet there he was, that dog with the horrid joints who he'd known to be a friend better than any in the dwindling force of BoneClan. "I thought you'd never come back. It's so good to see you."

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"I'll join in," Christian rumbled as he sauntered over. Why not, right? He was up for a game or two of light fun, especially on such a celebrated holiday as the one upon them. Too bad he hadn't set up some sort of party. If he hadn't been so plagued with business, he sure as anything would have. But that was just too bad. Perhaps when the next came around there would be an opportunity to.

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Christian decided he may as well give this a go. It had been a while since a meeting was held, and he figured to help pull BoneClan back on its feet, he may as well. "BoneClan! Gather for a meeting!"

"First off! Ululare, I'd like to see you around a bit more. The same for Luma. Draco, Venus, Kaitlyn, and Catherine are demoted. Sorry guys, but I haven't seen you since the last meeting. As for the rest of you, I'ld like to see you all pick up the slack a bit! I haven't been on top of my game either as of late, but I'm working on that. Now--promotions. Alberi, you're a Bandit. Emizel, a Joint.

I'd like to see some more raids, events, and overall active work around here! We've lost our flare, and we need it back. But for now, meeting dismissed."

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"Foulest, evilest creature I know?" Christian tipped his head. What a curious question, and he had to wonder why such a puny little stranger would dare to ask it. Did this RadiacalClan messenger want to propose eliminating said terrifying being? "That would have to be ... myself." A small grin played across his lips, an arrogant expression. "In all seriousness, however, I have killed anything that dared to oppose or make a fool out of me. So the foulest and evilest creatures I've met are in the ground, buried and rotting." He shrugged. The only other name that came to mind for him was Professor Reese, but again, he'd brutally murdered that scoundrel by ripping out his organs.

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Christian could see the anger inside Kaiju, the fire in his eyes that lit them up and caused him to tremble with rage. He recognized it from feeling his own intensity of such an emotion, toward so many things in his life--things that had caused him to be violent and closed off and cruel. But that was just how things went, and he'd rather reap the benefits of his vengeance along with the consequences of doing so than letting it go and being miserable from his decision. Resting his tail on the BoneClanner's shoulder and casting him a glance, the male returned his gaze to Pocketpaw. It wasn't as though he was trying to calm Kaiju--no, no, that would be hypocritical, more of reassure him that he would one day get the revenge he deserved, if he so desired it.

"Hello, Pocketpaw." One of his torture victims, was he not? Ah, what nice memories, those of revenge against Writingsins for torturing Ailene. "Right. There aren't any tuxedo cats around here, I don't think."

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Seemed interesting enough, however simply knowing their motives and whatnot certainly wouldn't be enough information to accept an alliance, at least not for Christian. "Who are you planning to ally with and make enemies out of? And are you a pro, neutral, or anti group?" Those questions that he followed up on were important, after all. He wasn't about to side with a future RiverClan sort of thing.

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Christian, himself, was just acting cocky for the sake of it--to annoy this "Tinypaw" character, or something. He found that fun. Besides, he wouldn't consider himself pure evil; that was an overstatement for anyone. He was more of a foul and cruel being than anything else. "Ah, so you want to join forces with someone who brings out the worst in you? That sounds like a noble quest indeed, and I can assure you your desires would be met here."

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That was awful. When finding ravaged corpses of his comrades, Christian just felt his stomach roll and his temper flare. Who killed Luma? What vile creature would oppose BoneClan in such a nasty way? It was a horrid thing to come across, especially when one's day had been going exceedingly well. Shaking his head, the solemn-turned leader uttered a few gravelly words. "Rest in peace." His eyes flickering briefly to Alberi, he sat. "She will be avenged."

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Christian sent a glare Emizel's way, aiming to shove him lightly on his shoulder. "That was rude." Turning to Tinypaw with an exasperated look at the comment from the BoneClanner, he huffed a sigh. "Of course you could have a dual membership."

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