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  • we were born to die ( open )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]Estella heard the mumble of "fuck", having been put on guard for the evening and definitely awake. She nodded to the NPC she was sharing the job with. The cream and white tabby would be back, but this was worthy of investigation. She followed the sounds of harsh breathing, the telltale sign of someone waking up from a nightmare, and the small "you okay?" from an unfamiliar source. Something was wrong, but what and with which douchebag was what Estella wanted to kn-


    Okay nevermind. It was this douchebag.


    The Radical hovered in the doorway, ears pricked and violet eyes set on the scene before her. Apparently the Mage had seen fit to punish this one, but for what? What could this one possibly do to deserve something that bad in a dream? Admittedly, Estella wouldn't put much anything past him, seeing as her knowledge about the tomcat was minimal (she didn't even know his name, for the Seer's sake). But perhaps she would be able to help him at some point, and that was why she stayed. Glowing ever so slightly.

  • Puzzled (open)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]Estella didn't see many goats around. So, when she noticed the unlikely pair, the lean tabby was the next to wander over to watch, half out of curiosity over the hooved animal. Ooh, there was a puzzle too. Puzzles were fun, and honestly Estella could see where this might be going, so really she had nothing against helping out with this.


    "I think this piece goes in that corner," the Radical offered.

  • we were born to die ( open )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]There was another moment of hesitation, this time preceding speech, and Estella finally let the others know of her presence. Once again, she was hit with an overwhelming sense of deja vu. Fuckckck this had happened before, she had witnessed this exact same scene, but where? She hasn't ever been to RadicalClan before now, and a sort of sense told her that this wasn't the territory it had been in. Anyway, back to the speaking part.


    "Nightmare?"


    One word. One word was all she said, the lilt of her voice indicating a question as Estella looked at the pair again. More specifically the tom, but she wouldn't be picky here.

  • Puzzled (open)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]Estella glanced up at the grumpy guts tomcat and scoffed as he criticized the trio of puzzle solvers. The intelligent goat had already voiced her thoughts, in a more civil manner than Estella would have spoken them and the cream and white tabby saw no reason to provoke the village idiot (in her opinion) any further. Estella frowned, trying to piece the picture puzzle together. Hm.


    "Aha, you're correct. This does fit." She nodded after speaking, noting the piece which had been indicated, and slid the fragment over into its slot. Yes, good. One more piece down.

  • we were born to die ( open )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]The demigirl almost smiled at the first comment; "fuck that" indee- wait. Nope no you did not just go there go away hormones. She meant the nightmares, right? Yeah, the nightmares. Fuck the awful things that happened in dreams. Not the guy that had them. Ehehe. Good thing nobody was a telepath here. Oh gods. Cough if you're hearing this. She paused, ear tips going pink under her fur, and there was silence. Phew.


    Estella listened to the second statement, a response to her question. Memories being nightmares? That wasn't new. Estella relived her own false death most nights and woke up in a cold sweat more often than not. The Radical returned the smirk, though hers wasn't as obvious, and tried to think of something to say before this got awkward. That was the only thing she couldn't stand.


    "Is it something you need to talk about or nah?"

  • IT'S A MAD HOUSE!! //open, PARTY!!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]Aw fuck. Estella half expected at least another RiddleClanner to be around the joint right now, not just a bunch of NPCs and Sleazeball Leaderfellow. The Reaper (who had been waiting just outside the doorway) rolled her eyes, sighed, and entered the room right on cue. She had groomed her cream and white fur, and appeared content and confident rather than mildly intimidated.

  • IT'S A MAD HOUSE!! //open, PARTY!!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup]Invisible eyebrows were raised as the tabby noted that Oswald had come to speak to her. Interesting, she had half expected him to wander over to speak to Sola. But Estella plastered a smile on her face anyway, wanting to be polite as she was in a different territory to her own.


    "Faring well, actually. There's a storm on the horizon that worries me, but it hasn't come to us yet. How about RiddleClan?"