Posts by silverliningscaffolds

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:450px; margin-top: -10px;][b]"Sup mothafuckaa?"
    Arcticpaw chirped as he skipped over to stand in front of the pretty lady. "The name's Arcticpaw, messenger. What's yo name, hm?"



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:450px; margin-top: -10px;][b]"Welcome to the fuckin place. The name's Arcticpaw,"
    the pseudo-gangster smirked, extending a paw for the femme to shake in welcome.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:450px; margin-top: -10px;][b]"Hells yeah!"
    Arcticpaw trotted over to gaze into the basket "Mind if I take anything?" He looked to Clarke, smiling widely to zem.



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    ⋆⋆⋆ "Hi there. I'm Kosher Harbringer- in case you haven't heard, I happen to be Blackjack's slightly younger sister," she gritted her teeth, knowing they'd probably think she was off her fucking rocker as well. Not that she wasn't, but hers was in a more positive and friendly way. "I'd appreciate if I could speak to him. Or punch him. In the neck."


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    ⋆⋆⋆ "Pleasure to meet you," Kosher drawled, running her tongue over her teeth and looking the TidalClanner up and down "The name's Kosher Harbringer, third tier here. You need anything, come find me or one of these lovely people, mmkay?" She spoke with fifty percent sincerity and fifty percent boredom. Not that she was trying to be unwelcoming, she just hadn't slept for like fifty years.


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    ⋆⋆⋆ Kosher hadn't exactly known the lost either, but she stood behind Marina with her gze cast downwards. Poor thing.


    #kosherbcact

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    ⋆⋆⋆ "Sup, bossman? You know who I am, but for the sake of the others who don't, the name's Kosher Harbringer," the servalline femme yawned, shaking her pelt free of the dirt she'd just collected from being asleep.


    #kosherbcact

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    ⋆⋆⋆ "What the fuck are you just gonna keep getting bigger?" Kosher snorted, smirking a little at the kitsune. It wasn't everyday that a kid would go from tiny to massive. At least to Kosher it wasn't.


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    ⋆⋆⋆ "Jesus it's Ruvik," Kosher took a flying leap towards the ex-second tier, aiming to high five the dude in hopes he'd get the message and not either leave her hanging or make this delayed and awkward.


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    ⋆⋆⋆ Too bad Kosher didn't have elemental powers, otherwise she'd definitely have helped them all out. "Good luck," she spoke to those who were off to help.


    #kosherbcact

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    ⋆⋆⋆ Kosher could admit that when she had first met Lucifer, she had been scared out of her mind of the current fourth tier. He had knocked her fucking socks off and she had not expected the king of hell to be actually really cool. So as she rolled over after Rook, she aimed to leap onto one of his massive feet and cling for dear life, just in case he woke up or something.


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    ⋆⋆⋆ "Welcome on board to the party bus. The name's Kosher Harbringer. It's a pleasure to meet you," the third tier greeted, snorting at how sarcastic the dude seemed to her. But she could relate on the shitty family thing, with what had happened recently with her brother. Eek.


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    Actually, steam is the reaction of water touching fire, not air and water. ^u^

    yep, steam is condensation that comes from the evaporation of water!
    i know that nuka said there could be a creature with a porcelain pelt bc it was earth so i'm sure that if it were like a cloud tail or something that would be fine
    i'd wait for a mod though c:

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]GABRIEL HARBRINGER.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]FORGET ABOUT THE MEAL; IT'S BEST TO KEEP ME PLEASED[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"I'll take The Skulls and The Arcane then, if you don't mind,"
    Gabriel spoke with a taut nod, twitching a little. He ached to venture beyond the territory every once in a blue moon, you know?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]FORGET ABOUT THE MEAL; IT'S BEST TO KEEP ME PLEASED[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Gabriel parted his jaws ever so slightly to let out a yawn that was something on the border of "i'm bored but not rude" as he awaited someone to ask him the same old "name and business" shit.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]FORGET ABOUT THE MEAL; IT'S BEST TO KEEP ME PLEASED[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Gabriel parted his jaws ever so slightly to let out a yawn that was something on the border of "i'm bored but not rude" as he awaited someone to ask him the same old "name and business" shit.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]FORGET ABOUT THE MEAL; IT'S BEST TO KEEP ME PLEASED[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]tracking + hello radium i see you there


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