Posts by kendoshinai.

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    MissNevermind: I am doing well!!! I am actually in a very...
    MissNevermind: I believe the word is 'stellar' mood!!

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    There were new Ensigns, but she'd not really seen much of either of them. So, Nevermind elected to call for both of her coworkers to check in on them and discuss things regardling alliances. She couldn't handle alliance business on her own, after all!

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    Nevermind had been worried about more than a few of her superiors.


    Primalstar and Imperialexecution were two of her main concerns. They were both idols to her, role models if you will. People she looked up to and yearned to be one day. They were, in part, the reason she was still going as strong as she was. Her family had been whittled down to her, Neptuneblue, Avenue Sixx, and Atropos. Her father was a traitorous bastard who she wasn't afraid to say she hated, her mother had been killed, and heaven knew where her brother was. She was alone in the universe, it seemed.


    But now wasn't the time for self-pity. That was never the case. The sleep-deprived ensign had been pacing in anxious, tight circles around the camp for about twenty minutes. She was thinking too much; she needed something- anything- to do. The princess let out an irritated whimper and clicked her teeth together as she paced, the tip of her tail twitching.

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    MissNevermind: Wait.
    MissNevermind: If my father was a 'fuckboi'... does that entail that I, too, am a fuckboi by blood???

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    MissNevermind: Ah!! Splendid!
    MissNevermind: I am pleased to know that I am not a terrible fuckboi like my father!
    MissNevermind: Truly, he is the nastiest of fuckbois.

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    Nevermind nodded her head to the vice-leader, and cast a smile in Lucy's direction. "You will be there in spirit, worry not!" The Head ensign said happily as she struck a triumphant pose and grinned. "Off we go, in that case!"

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    // soRRY IVE HAD SCHOOL SHIT GOING ON


    The sudden voice caused the young girl to leap into the air in surprise. It was almost comical- how she sprang upwards and yipped. She landed on her toes with her back arched and her fur rising along her spine, her tail tucked beneath her body. Nev remained frozen for a few moments, before she registered the voice as... Ah. Primalstar. The ensign relaxed and glanced over at the leader's form looming in a nearby tree. She wheezed a long sigh, relaxing further.


    "Ah... Primalstar, ma'am. ... Hello." She said awkwardly, trying to play off her anxious pacing and sleep deprivation as nothing. As if anyone would buy that. It was obvious by now that Nevermind was a workaholic- she worked and worked until she crashed into the ground. Sometimes literally. The ensign had to pause and take in Prim's next question- what she was doing. She furrowed her brows and hummed thoughtfully, trying to come up with a lie.


    ... She'd come clean. Primalstar was an idol, someone she looked up to. She couldn't lie to the leader like that. Nevermind let loose a long sigh and shrugged. "My thoughts were racing, and I have been... Troubled, as of late." She explained, her wording awkward and choppy. "I apologize if I woke you up or anything! It is nothing big, simply... Petty things." She said with another painful smile.


    Hopefully, Primalstar's vision was bad enough that she failed to notice the faint shaking of Nevermind's body as she fought back emotions and the desire to sleep.

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    Nevermind approached with a small party of Colouredclanners, a faint smile gracing her features. Their first stop was The Rift, was it? Lovely! The ensign glanced over her shoulder toward the tiny group behind her- Primalstar, Imperialexecution, and Atropox. A leader, an ex-leader, and a vice leader. This was serious, from the looks of it.

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    Nevermind was jerked awake to the sound of frantic quacking and whistles. She jerked her head up from her paws and stared, wide-eyed, at Fadingembers as they rushed around. She muffled a giggle and, without thinking mucj of it, came bounding after the tiny bird.

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    MissNevermind: Did someone call me a while back?? I believe I saw my name :o
    MissNevermind: wait... Fuck it? Fuck what?
    MissNevermind: Hehe. You'll never know my password!

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    Well, it was nice to see Bumble had beaten her to the chase! The head ensign bumped the younger male on the shoulder with the tip of her tail as she approached. "It is up to you! We could go as a group, or individually. It is up to you, miss!"

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    "... The name strikes me as vaguely familiar. He has not been around in forever, however." Nevermind said sadly as she approached the shouting feline. Her blue gaze was pretty damn sympathetic as she took a seat in front of the other. "Are you looking for them?"

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    "Are we playing king of the hill, now?" She sang out, skidding to a halt near Bumble and the little duckling. "Or... King of the Bumble?" She giggled as she brought a clawless paw up to her mouth. Nevermind was... enjoying her moment of childish bliss. Nevermind slowly approached Bumble and reached a paw forward to bat at the ensign's stumpy tail, her eyes lighting up with an unfamiliar kiddish glee. Call Ripley's.

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    "But of course." Nevermind nodded to Ref, "If I came off as pushy, I apologize. This is... a dire situation indeed, and there are other clans we must visit to discuss this with." She glanced over at Imp and cocked a brow upwards, as if to ask him if they should bring Sola over here right now. Cainsmark had close ties with her, from what Nevermind had heard.

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    Nevermind frowned a little bit. "I will keep an eye out for him, if you would like. ... I am terribly sorry for not being able to help past that." The head ensign commented. She soon straightened up and cleared her throat. "Putting that aside, ma'am, may I ask what your business with Colouredclan is aside from looking for Silentsteel?"

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    "I have noticed that... considering many raids have been sabotaged thanks to them." Nevermind sounded rather defeated as she approached. "I do not see a problem with it. Will you be reporting back to Primalstar via telepathy?"

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