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bruce : Sure, who makes?
Leo : Again, sure, who makes? :3
I woke up an hour or two ago, so I'm okay x)
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Tell me about it. I usually wake up every hour periodically, but it takes me two hours to get back to sleep. I've just given up on rest altogether x)
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]If elemental powers were coming into play here, Yasha was tempted to just smack them out of the sky with a giant earth fist, or encase them in ice. The kitsune recognised the scent as BloodClan and his unreadable expression twitched in response to his manic excitement, even as he did his best to force it down into hiding. Stopping beside his clanmates, the ebony male waited to see what would happen, wondering if he could join in. Blue-green fire crackled around his paws.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]"You mean to tell me you enjoy their presence here?" WindClan had scrambled to remove them from their territory and succeeded. He had gotten word from there that ThunderClan had put little effort into the supplies gathering and therefore lost to BloodClan in crushing humiliation. And they seemed opposed to the carnage here. Perhaps they enjoyed having the humans around, polluting the air, driving away prey?
The imbeciles.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Tracking! Perhaps they could have some sort of animal farm or some animal races / shows to encourage pet keeping? Something small and fun.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]ThunderClan was unpleasant to look at. Yasha would not mind this -- as he'd truthfully stated before, he had seen much worse -- though he had seen how the state of the territory affected the mood of the clan, and everything was the same old, same old, huffs, sighs and humans. Thus, Yasha was out wielding his powers again, though this time without the need for alibis to protect his membership here. He was growing trees and grasses, large, fruitful bushes and shrubs with oranges and bananas and apples hanging from thick boughs. This would also encourage prey -- Yasha knew people often had to eat. Plus, for those who could stomach fruits, well -- now they had one.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Corpses were not on his agenda, though there were a few. Burned and bloodied, or drenched and drowned, maybe six bodies littered the earth. That was not his main focus, though. Though he hadn't had much time, Yasha had upped his effort and in a span of a few hours, driven a few BloodClanners to madness, wiped their memories, sent them insane. They had picked each other off; from fifteen down to three, and now eighteen bodies were strewn, being eaten by the irrational shells of the three BloodClanners left.
Branded into their flanks was a... Message.
"HA HA HA"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]"Why don't you hit me?" came the shriek of Yasha, the laughter in his voice and unable to be kept out. They were attacking his clanmates and not him -- how rude of them! Picking and choosing their victims and overlooking potential others. The kitsune aimed to summon lightning himself and send a bolt flying at Gabriel; simultaneously, he'd aim to buffet the drake with harsh gales and hopefully ground him or send him flying.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]The "Yasha" in him had seeped through more than the "Praefectum" during the previous visit he'd made to BloodClan, and he'd actually stopped to acting childish. Of course, the act was cleverly constructed; he'd appeared juvenile, uneducated in terms of torturing and killing and leaving scarring memories. That was not necessarily true; though he loved being laughed at, underestimated. Or, at least, the "Yasha" part of him did. He loved the surprise on their faces when he proved his worth.
Thus, he was back quickly enough, inside the border and looking about for that large horde of NPCs people seemed to always find and kill. He could never spot them.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Yasha wasn't feeling particularly high and mighty at that moment, not particularly in a cold and calculating mood. He had been recently, though now? He had settled back into his WindClan self, though he supposed that could change soon.
"Hello," came his predatory purr, and the black kitsune stopped beside Nosferatu.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]I added in his last name to balance out the halves of the title cx
Yeah! Yasha's a cold, mean, sadomasochistic warden of souls with a knack for hurting and undermining others. He's an incredible actor, able to formulate new personalities for himself in a split second. He's partially (and I do mean "partially") based off of Thresh from LOL, as in occasionally his behaviour resembles his, though a lot of the time he's just a slightly deranged thing branded more than once as a potential sex addict. He's also partially based off the Joker from Batman.
... Yup.
He's OPEN TO most things, and is only CLOSED TO death, capture, etcetera.
Love isn't exactly his thing, though. Plots like that have to be good.
Random flings, on the other hand, would be awesome. Or friends with benefits. That could always evolve, but that's with a plot xD
He's open to anything else though! Plot away~
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Well, she was merciful. Yasha finally decided to abandon his NPC hunt and stopped to regard her. Yasha was fighting against Praefectum, irrationality against rationality -- the latter gave in first.
"Highly unlikely, sweetheart." the Yako responded.
He had come too far to just leave; he wanted something interesting. Besides, their clanmates had attacked his, and though he didn't care about their welfare it did give him a fun excuse to exercise a vendetta.
Glancing to Silas, the madman clicked his blue-green tongue. "Now, now, honey, we'll have none of that. You won't get close to me."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Yasha was intrigued. Angelic presences always encouraged his curiously, seeing as he had once been a benevolent celestial being and was now, well, a Yako. The ebony hued kitsune dropped again beside Nosferatu and regarded Alucard with bland, perhaps disdainful blue green eyes, wondering to see if the Doberman was in the state to respond.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Yasha said nothing until there was a small group of four; then, as Deutschkit came within earshot, the kitsune pivoted to face them. "Help? Well... Flower prints, or elemental powers, would be useful, but if you're lacking both of those... You could kick away any debris laying around, or just make use of the orchard."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Yasha regarded Kathrine for a while. His expression was, for a moment, somewhat composed (congratulations, pat on the back!) and then the unfortunately deranged kitsune threw back his head and cackled, his lips curling and parting in an unstoppable grin. Oh, they were so adorable! If ThunderClan failed him, BloodClan appeared to be a cute little place to settle down.
Eventually he calmed, his laugh now a few final, pathetic "ha"s as he came back down from his unexpected high. Well. "No can do," he remarked. "no can do."
As Kit lunged at him with the intention of slicing open his face, Yasha's amused from dissipated into a blank closeness, a sort of disdainful arrogance and disappointment. He dodged out of the way, his turquoise claws flickering with light as glowing kicked in, and the winds swirled beneath him to give him hovering power.
"Wonderful aim." Yasha rasped.
Then, he glanced to Sloane. Ignored her. Their members could single handedly crush thousands of theirs, so why could be not return the favour?
Gabriel, however, earned the half-lidding of blue-green eyes and the twitching of lips, though he did not smirk or grin. He retained his previous expression. "Medium-rare. I like my meat juicy."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]As Lucifer shot lightning at his form, Yasha summoned up a pillar of earth in front of him; the bolt hit the Rock and arced down into the ground, harmless. He crushed it, then. "Whoops." came his dry remark.
Then, back to Gabriel, he chuckled. This one was a good reason to come to BloodClan. His sense of humour was actually amusing, and he was cute, for an annoying enemy. "Exactly," he purred, his original persona seeping in through the cracks.
Again, he dismissed Fauna. Eat him? Of course.
And finally, back to Lucifer. "I originate from WindClan," he replied, mock offended.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Oh, well. Didn't matter. People died -- again, it was probably just a faceless member, nothing to worry about. Yasha stared at the mess, before shrugging and trying to rip away the earth and bury the remains using elemental powers.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Yasha ducked as he spotted the oncoming paw and summoned a shield of ice to protect himself, fire licking up it to try and burn Fauna's paw. Honestly, now, this wasn't fair. Their combined strength was doing little to move him; how embarrassing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]About time! At least he now knew he wasn't risking trouble for causing problems over there. Yasha approached with a stony face, managing to exhale in a huff. As excited as he was, there could be potential problems and overcrowding as people scrambled for raids. He'd have to time whatever he did carefully.
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