Posts by ?psilon

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]It had all been in good fun, Epislon thought. It had been so innocent. Okay, well, no. Both of those were total lies. Epsilon had been entirely aware that he was pushing limits, and pushing limits on enemy territories at that. Still, he was a bit ashamed of himself for getting himself into the same situation three times in a row.

First had been his dear old friend Addy--or Adeline now, as she called herself--and his existing in her general vicinity had been enough to get her engines revved. They'd been on equal ground last time they'd fought, but this time his powers had picked a lovely moment to stop working, not to mention he hadn't been expecting the first attack. She'd generously bestowed several large gashes down his frame and bloodied his nose.

After stumbling out of the Blackheart Rogues, he'd oh-so-cleverly strode straight over to Stellarclan and gotten his tail kicked by fashion-impaired dark lord. Darth Vader, was it? Ha, and Davros had called Epsilon an emo freak... Then some other clownscrewer had come prancing along and joined in on the fun as Epislon was passing through Shadowclan. Yeah, sure, he'd taunted him a little, but he really should have just ignored it. Epsilon had been injured, for heaven's sake! Who beat up an injured guy?! What a dick.

So now Epsilon had finally made his way back into Stormclan, barely able to walk but still managing to look like he'd just been minorly inconvenienced by the situation. Wobbling into camp, the tom coughed, a bit of blood and bile rising in his throat. His nose was bloodied, his eye was swollen and black, bruises and scratches covered his body--not to mention his broken ribs. His cheeks were swollen like a chipmunk's, and he just generally looked crappy.

TL;DR - epsi pissed off 3 characters on separate, consequent occasions and got his butt kicked by all of them

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]"Eppie" had scented something oddly familiar on a walk around the territory, and had spent a good ten minutes trying to work out why he knew it before he realized. Ah, crap. Should he hide...? No, he got the feeling the kid wasn't going to leave until she found him. Letting out a small sigh, Epsilon made his way in the direction of the scent, eventually spotting Rosekit and offering her a cautious nod of acknowledgement.

Alright, he had to be blunt. No more playing the good guy with this kid--he had to let her down now before she got attached. Epsilon hesitated, opening his mouth and looking conflicted about something. "Hey, kid, what the ffff-" he cleared his throat, "...heck are you doing here again? don't tell me you got lost, that's-" pathetic, he meant to finish the sentence with, but somehow could bring himself to. Crap, was he the one getting attached. That was bad news. Last time he'd gotten attached to something, it had been obliterated in an explosion he'd caused. "Anyway, what are you doing here?" he finally huffed, looking flustered and moody.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]As a flower crown was spontaneously plopped onto his had, Epsilon blinked. Suddenly, it was like all of his functions just froze. He stiffened, attempting to process this gesture and failing. What was this about? Why was he wearing a lower crown? He jaw opened slightly, his eyes wide and almost innocent-looking, like those of a bewildered child. 'I, um-" he sputtered, still trying to register what was going on.

Epsilon had never received a gift in his life.

It really wasn't any wonder why, but it made this one all the more special. He suddenly became very protective of his flower crown. And it was then that he realized: what the hell was he doing? Why was he trying to still be a jerk around Rosekit? There wasn't even any benefit for him, and clearly she was determined to befriend him. Why reject it now? It was her own mistake. Epsilon cleared his throat, straightened up, and then just kinda deflated again as he realized he had no idea how to be nice. Oh well. He knew how to not be mean, so he'd just start there. "It's, uh, great. Thanks. I'll... keep it, but, um... why'd you make me one? I mean, I live hours away. Did you seriously just walk over to give me a flower crown?" he asked, still puzzled by this whole "gift" thing.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon remained silent, for once, as his clanmates rushed over. Most like, this was because his jaw was aching too much for him to want to start a long conversation. The moment Maple paw touched him, he suddenly snarled and jerked away reflexively, eyes glinting with a feral caution. After a split second, he blinked and seemed to realize what he was doing, clearing his throat and relaxing to let the medics treat him. This wasn't good. epsilon was pissed off by this whole situation, and now everyone wanted to know what had happened. "...I tripped."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]/this is literally like the cutest thing i've ever rped out i'm squealing

It had been a long, long time since Epsilon had been on the receiving end of any form of kindness. His habits screamed for him to turn away now, to just leave Rosekit before anything bad could happen, but this time he could't bring himself to. A dusty corner of his mind wondered if any of his own children were like this. He wouldn't really know, would he? After all, he'd abandoned them. He didn't even know the names of most of them. It was like the lost part of him that may have cared for his kids at one point had clung to this one instead, for some reason.

He was her friend? That was a new one. He hadn't heard that word in regard to himself in... ever? She'd walked hours just to give him a flower crown. He flushed under his fur at the attention focused on he and Rosekit from the other Stormclanners, and he ducked slightly as if to evade their attention. "I, er," he floundered. She'd teach him, huh? You know what? Screw it. "Sure. I'd... like that, I, uh, guess."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon padded over wordlessly in a terrible track post that brought dishonor to his roleplayer and probably everyone associated with her.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon would shoot a hardened scowl to his clanmates the moment Rosekit looked away, but his attention quickly snapped back to the child as she instructed him. Find flowers, huh? Epsilon took the easy way out on that one, simply growing a patch of wildflowers at his paws with flower prints the moment his new friend(?)'s head was turned. "Er... found some," he cleared his throat, still feeling really self-conscious about this whole situation but giving in to it anyway.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon lusted for knowledge, possibly more than he lusted for others in general, which, considering the amount of kids he had, was saying something. The library was an interesting find, and Epsilon slipped in, amber eyes flashing. Rows upon spiraling rows of books lay in front of him, and he felt himself oddly excited by the prospect. Without a word to his clanmates, he began to scour the shelves.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]epsi is fascinated by the library and is just ignoring his clanmates
he's always loved learning new things, but has an uncanny ability to still never learn from his mistakes

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]i always thought that, if i ever were to lead stormclan, i'd have them move into a library and bring back the knowledge theme
so i was pretty happy to see that was being done~

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]aaaaah i anna post with epsi but my muse is finicky and only likes my blizzardclanner right now
plus my cousin's coming over soon and will wanna be entertained smh
sorry i'm rushed and didn't read the chat before this so everything is off-topic

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i just saw this and i'm dying because epsi is in so many categories and it's great thank you
i'm dying this is great
he already HAS been struck by lightning twice, and has breathed in toxic radiation, and has a million kids

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Hiss i want to write with epsi and my other charries but i still can't because some people are moving into or driveway tomorrow and mom wants to clean the house aaaaaaagghhhh

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]//aghhh my activity with epsi is so terrible oh my goodness. it's like i'm super active for two days then i vanish for two weeks whyyyyyy

Epsilon was in a terrible mood. While this in itself wasn't unusual, it was the way he was handling it that was unsettling. The dark crescents shadowing beneath his eyes made it look like he hadn't slept since the 1800's, and his temper was a silent moodiness rather than his typical destructive rage. He clearly hadn't been sleeping well, and the barely-noticeable blue electricity sparking faintly beneath his paws showed that his power control hadn't improved any.

The black and red tom ghosted through the camp entrance, somber and evidently pissed by something. "Someone spar me," he would demand simply and with an unsettlingly quiet tone. Epsilon said nothing else, only waited for an opponent.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]"Innovation," Epsilon would state simply, tail lashing irritably as he stepped over.

/aaaaaaaa my muse why

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon's stomach grumbled louder than Epsilon himself did. The tom padded over, his terrible mood relieved slightly by the smell of roasting meat slathered in sweet and savory sauce. His ears were pricked, listening carefully to the sizzling sound. This was his sort of party. He ignored his clanmates, focused only on the food.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon didn't even bother to say anything, which was more worrying than any snarky comment of his could possibly be. The tom simply unsheathed his claws out of habit, lashing his tail and crouching just slightly, haunted amber eyes fixed on the destructive tom in front of him. The violent runt wasn't in the mood for chitchat today, apparently.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon once led an old frontboard tribe, and ended up blowing it up with a nuclear bomb accidentally. He's never been a very good guy, and in fact has always been a sadistic, insensitive jerk, but he does generally feel guilty over it. He's also super edgy, like to a cringeworthy memey extent. He's tried for redemption multiple times, but been denied every time and is growing more and more bitter over it now, and more and more volatile as a result and is starting to lose his old childidh, immature nature.

What's more, he's going to be exiled from Stormclan pretty soon and will be joining Riverclan. I feel like these two could definitely get some plots going, since they share a past of tearing apart an entire group that they led.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt;][hr][justify]Epsilon's eyes remained locked on Auroradweller until Benedict made a stupid suggestion. As his answer, Epsilon would send a gust of strong wind in Benedict's direction using air manipulation. He shot Fawnpelt a moody glare before suddenly taking off towards Auroradwelle. He aimed to tackle the tom simply, deciding to use the starting attack to get a feel for Aurora's fighting style. He looked like he was going to dodge--which way, though? It didn't matter, really. Epsilon intended to beat the tom to a pulp if he let down his guard.

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