Posts by Natsukashii.

um
hello everyone!
i'm spaceyy's friend who finally decided roleplaying with her would be cool (8
so... nice to meet you guys?
this is awkward haha

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]He has been walking for a long time.
Fifteen, twenty, twenty five, thrity minutes and so on. He didn't feel any exhaustion, nor any ache in his muscles.
The ragged breaths falling from his parched lips came in short gasps, his lungs squeezing out every ounce of oxygen he puts into them and then greedily sucking more in.
His heart is drumming rhythmically in his ears, blocking out the sound of his paws shifting through the grass and other materials that litter the forest floor. He was sure he was padding along a dirt road just moments ago, but he couldn't be sure.
The heavy mist blanketing his conscious was slurring and mixing his thoughts, thus pulling conception of time from his grasp. Had it been moments ago that gravel had been under his paws? Or had it been hours?
He could sense other creatures just beyond the shadows amid the trees, but in his delirious state of mind, he could care less. Claims of land to large groups may be important, but he was on the verge of death, and they surely had a plentiful supply of food and water.
Nothing was going to keep him from saving his life, not even the looming threat of a group of animals bringing that exact fate.
Golden visionaries traveled around rather calmly despite their owner's lack of composure, blinking in an almost subued kind of way as he looked for anything that would quell the shaking hunger in his stomach. "This will be the worst damned death if I die starving." He mumbled to himself as he stumbled down a moderately worn in path, shaking legs carrying him further and further into the forest.
Unknowingly, he was heading straight towards the group of animals' base. Just the place he didn't want to be in. At least, not at the moment. Not while he was on the verge of death and delirious from the effects of his condition.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]ah yes the land of kens sounds fun
along with good food and a museum sounds cool too :'D
i will totes go and sign up for marker assassins yes

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]The buzzing in his head was interrupted by the soft sound of a child's voice.
Am I okay?
The question sends a shock down his spine, causing his fur to stand on end. When was the last time he was asked that question? His mother had never cared to ask, and his friends were to distracted by their own lives to even think about his.
The sudden clearance of his mind sends another jolt down into his bones, and suddenly remeberance was waving over him like an ocean wave over a rock.
"Hey, David, you okay?"
"What the hell? Yeah, 'm fine, Anna. Why?"
"I don't know; my twin senses were tingling~"
The memory was like electricity, building up in his head and then exploding into the rest of his body, filling him with a warm kind of exhilaration. Amusing, that he thought of his sister's humor even in times like this.
Remembering that he had a few questions to answer, the male shifts his sunflower gaze back down to the child. "Oh, yeah. I'm-"
He stops his words at the sound of another animal approaching them, triangular ears perking up. A leopard and a dog living together? How perculiar.
The ginger tabby blinked in surprise at the canine's rather obnoxious appearance, a ghost of a smile quirking his lips. He was starving, and rather thirsty, but the boy knew how to have fun even in the worst of times.
Trying to keep his limbs from shaking too much, the male straightens himself up before introducing himself. "I'm Rulingvillians... And I'm kind of lost?"
What a proud introduction. What grace, what beauty. He should really get an award for that.
White a crooked smile, the oriental cat lowers himself back into a normal stance, a shaky laugh falling from his lips. "I'm also really hungry, and thristy. I could go for some bbq and a soda, but... I'm not sure if you guys have any of that. With being in the middle of nowhere and all."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]sign villain up 8D

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Blinking in surprise, Rulingvillians turns his attention to Leo with a puzzled tilt of his head. "You don't know what barbecue and a can of soda is?" He questioned incredulously, his small smile pulling into a humorous grin. "Well! I'll have ta show you what it is when I'm... Better."
Dull gaze gravitating towards Mikey, the male's expression contorted into one of awe. There seemed to be a wide variety of animals within their group, which was very fascinating to him. Rulingvillians was used to animals such as domesticated cats, dogs, and the like. The only time he got to see animals like leopards and cougars was when he could convince his mother to bring him to a zoo or something.
Realizing that he was just standing there, the smaller feline shifted awkwardly on his paws, another laugh pressing passed his lips. "Ah, sorry. Some water and a rabbit would be great." He has never eaten a rabbit, but any food they graciously offered him would be taken. Rulingvillians has yet to adjust to the fact that he was an animal now, and that it was expected of him to eat smaller animals such as rabbits. He would get used to not having fast food and barbecue, then.
At the sight of yet another large animal approaching him, the male's ears perked up in interest. Well, it seemed he would have to inquire as to why there were so many large creatures within their group, because to be frank, he just didn't understand. Staying silent as the female spoke, the starved male waves his tail in greeting.
"Well, it's nice to know I'm welcomed, haha." He responded, having to seat himself a moment later. Now that he was staying in one place, the constant exercise he was putting himself through came crashing down on him. He was utterly exhausted, and a creeping pain was starting to take hold of his limbs.
Apprehending someone else's gaze upon him, Rulingvillians turned his sunflower gaze to see who had arrived. Looking back at him was another pair of sunflower orbs. For a moment, he was sure he was hallucinating a vision of his own eyes. Blinking a few times, the Rulingvillians focused hard on the feline in front of him. She was a bit smaller than him, and instead of a coat of ginger, she had silver fur. That was the only contradiction between their features, though.
He didn't give any indication that he noted the similarities, but instead acted as if nothing was wrong. "Yo, Killingheroes. I guesss, since you want me to stay so badly, I'll stay for a little."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Rulingvillians is next to appear, a rather devilish smile spreading across his lips when he spots the puppy. McNamara, huh? That was certainly an interesting name. "Yo. 'M Rulingvillians, but you can call me Villian, 'cause my name is really fucking long." He introduced himself with an affable whisk of his tail.
So, it was an actual thing to just arrive at some group's turf and join? If he even tried to talk to some kids at school, he got clocked in the jaw. Lucky him, the... animals here seemed much more hospitable.
Sunflower gaze swiveling towards Miyu when he realized that the male was talking, Rulingvillians' ears perked up in interest. Seeing as he was also relatively new, he was glad to gain more info on his group. It wasn't smart to just stay uneducated on where you lived; at least, that is what his history class taught him.
If there was one thing he wasn't going to miss about being a human being, it was school. Hopefully he wouldn't have to sit through any classes here. That would just... ruin the whole experience of having a second life.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]The sunkissed tabby is next to hop up onto the roof, his lightly hued gaze traveling around the space before he turns his attention to Killingheroes. Catching the moment Miyu aims to lightly touch her shoulder, Rulingvillians stiffens slightly, a strange wave of protectiveness crashing over him. He doesn't understand why he feels the need to shove Miyu off the roof now that he's touched Heros, but he just does. Awkwardly mumbling under his breath, Villian pulls his expression into a smile before he makes his way over. "I'll join in, dude." He volunteered with a outwardly indifferent shrug.
Glancing away from Killingheroes and Miyu, Villian's attention shifted towards the outfits, to which he frowns at. "We... have to dress up?" He questions, a playful whine breaking from his lips once his sunflower gaze shifts back to Heroes. He would probably complain a lot, but if she asked, he would convince himself to dress up. Along with the protectiveness he felt towards the girl, he also had the unexplainable urge to make her happy.
"Yo, Anna! Why are ya lookin' blue?"
"I'm not! I'm perfectly happy!"
"You sure? My twin senses are tingling!"
Another memory of his twin sister fills his head, a faint pain pulsing behind his eyes moments later. If the memory wasn't bittersweet enough, it brought physical pain in its wake. What a fucking drag.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]track <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Humming a long almost silent tune to himself, the skinny male walks over to the small group. An around the fire story kind of thing? He has done that with his family a few times, though he wasn't sure if the female was suggesting the same game. Shrugging his shoulders, the sunkissed tabby seated himself on his own side of the fire, outstretching his paws in order to warm the pads.
"I'll join in, yo." He offers after a moment, flashing a small smirk towards Alrika before turning his attention back to the flames. If they were going to play the game he was thinking of, then it would probably be fun. He was really up for any game, though. Games were games, which meant they were bound to provide some sort of entertainment.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Villian was attempting to ignore the pull he feels towards Killingheroes, but it was proving difficult. Apparently, she had a touchy-feely guy friend, which he wasn't okay with. He already felt protective over the female, and he knew it was foolish to feel that way. He barely knew Heroes, and who was he to intrude on whatever relationship they had? Villian still wanted to knock the CEO one for touching her, though.
With this touchy-feely guy friend on his mind, the sunkissed male jogs through the abandoned hospital, hoping to find the Clerk within the halls. Turning a corner with a theatrical swish of his hips and a laugh, Villian perks his ears at the sound of someone growling and stomping down the stairs. The Enterprise was fairly peaceful, at least from what he observed. So, seeing someone upset would be entertaining, or at least comical.
Picking up his pace, Villian struts to the top of the stairs and peeks down to see exactly who was making all the commotion. Sunflower optics catching Killingheroes' tail, he smiles brightly and starts to make his way after her. He was usually a more talkative individual, but as he follows after the silver tabby, he doesn't find the urge to call out to her. It was probably creepy that he was just following after her, but the notion doesn't enter his mind.
When she turns and exits the building, the cream tabby pauses at the door. He wants to follow her out and try to talk to her, yet they were not even acquaintances, and he isn't certain if simple... what was it called? Oh, yes, clan-mates. He was not certain if clan-mates usually sought each other out and started up conversations.
Rulingvillians wasn't one to go with the status quo, though. Shrugging his shoulders, the lanky male pushes through the doors and through the hospital's courtyard. Picking out the individual scents in the air, a grin quirks his lips when he catches Heroes' scent. So, she had gone off to the back of the building. A clever choice, considering she likely wanted some alone time. Unfortunately for her, company was coming her way.
Humming an upbeat tune under his breath, the Staff Member walks off in the direction of his look-a-like's location. Sunflower gaze landing on her form below the secluded tree, Villian's grin widens a bit. She was reading a book; how cute. Slowing his pace, he arrives beside Killingheroes with a short whistle. "Hey, doll. Whatcha up to on this fine evening?" He questions, grinning in the most charming way he could.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Half of the things Miyu said went right over Villian's head, but he understood that congratulations was due to the promotions. Smiling, the cream tabby entered the crowd before meowing, "'Grats to the promoted, yo."
A creativity contest sounded cool, along with the Marker Assassins thing. He'd have to get thinking for the contest, though he didn't consider himself very creative.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Curious, the sunkissed oriental cat makes his way over, sunflower eyes looking down into the basement. Mold was definitely gross, and he was not planning on going down into he basement, anyways. Dark, creepy rooms weren't his thing.
"Yeah, fuck going down there." He says in a mutter, his tail flicking humorously. Attention shifting to the two larger mammals, Villian listens for a moment before he nods his he'd in agreement to Mikey's words. "That would probs help. Maybe someone with powers or something could do something to get rid of them?" He adds with a small tilt of his head, trying to think of something that would help.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Twitching his tail in a sign of acknowledgment as the others gathered around, Villian's lips quirk up into a lively smile. Gaze veering over to Miyu when he volunteered to start, the light furred tabby nods his head in approval. "Wow us, dude." He attempts to encourage the other male, his smile lessening into his original smirk.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Grinning, Villian bounds over to the edge of the river and dives in. Relishing the feeling of the cool water rushing against his fur, the tabby laughs as he paddles along with the current. "This was a cool idea!" He compliments with a charming smile towards Julia, floating by the wolf once he stops moving his legs.
He would never admit it, but he has not gotten this much exercise in a long time, and the few minutes of swimming was kind of tiring. Finding a few rocks to hold onto, Villian stops himself from going down the river so he could look up at Miyu. Tilting his head in amusement, the cream tabby can't hold back the smirk that quirks up his lips. "You scared of the water, man?" He questions, flowing tail wavering in another show of his enjoyment of the situation.
He knew cats were supposed to be scared of the water, but he had never actually witnessed that fear in play. Obviously, the concept was very entertaining to him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Rulingvillians appears next, tilting his head in confusion at the conversation. So, Mikey had a nightmare? It was really no one's business, but he figures that it is nice that his clan-mates cared enough to try and comfort him. Villian was not the kind of person to comfort someone else when they were distraught, so he opted to saying nothing on the situation. Julia seemed to have the whole thing handled, anyways.
Glancing over at Killing, the tabby can't help but feel sympathy for how awkward she looked. Biting back a good natured laugh, Villian aims to press against her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
Returning his attention to Mikey, Villian flashes a comforting smile. "I'm sure we can help in some way." He says with a subtly indifferent shrug of his shoulders. How do you help someone when they're not really giving you anything to help, though? The other male wasn't giving them any leeway, or at least no leeway for anyone except for Julia. She seemed to know what's up.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Villian walks over after Miyu, a grin spreading over his face when his gaze lands on the graffiti. Oh, he remembers doing this many, many times with his friends back home. It was exhilarating, and knowing that you got away with something that could have gotten you in trouble was always exciting. Seating himself with the others, Vilkian nods his head in approval. "Nice, man!" He cheers, golden orbs bright.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]track <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]He watches as the silver furred female glances up at him and then back at her book, his smile slowly growing into something more devilish. Heroes, from what he perceived, was always a bit awkward, but she seemed distinctly nervous around him. He had a few ideas as to why she acted this why, though most of them were more than likely wrong. He hopes he can find out exactly what was making her uncomfortable, because the brotherly protectiveness he feels toward her urges him to protect her, obviously. Making Killingheroes uncomfortable was not protecting her.
"A poetry book, huh?" He mumbles, reading over a few lines before he shifts his gaze back to Killingheroes' face. "I've gotta admit, I'm not much of a reader. Other worlds are nice and all, but I enjoy the real world." He laughs good naturedly, lifting himself to his paws and strutting around to stand in front of the girl. He flashes her a bright smile, his left eye closing in a quick wink before he tries to gently pull the book from her paws.
Honestly, what he was going to attempt to do was somewhat risky, but he wanted to see if he could bring Killing out of her she'll, so he was going to try anyways.
Lowering himself into a bow, the Oriental Shorthair lifts his head to show off his buoyant smile. "Well, my lady, I'm asking you for a dance!" He answers with a playful wave of his tail. He can't guess what her reaction will be, but he hopes she accepts. He really wants to make her smile; Villian wants her to have fun.
He doesn't feel bad about making her uncomfortable, but he would like her to know that she can ease up around him. Heroes seems very guarded around her clan-mates, and with his desire to befriend her, he has to ensure she can be herself around him. That's what friends were for, right? They were the people you act like yourself with.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 350px;text-align: justify;margin-top: 5px;font-size: 9px][font=georgia]Villian pads over with perked ears, his eyes narrowing as he tries to decipher the messy writing. Weekly Tasks? What was a Weekly Task? Glancing over at the others, the male raises an eyebrow before turning back to actually look over the individual notes. Oh, hey, there was his name! Reading what was below Rulingvillians, the lanky tabby tilts his head.