Posts by kendoshinai.

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    Nevermind wasn't sure what she was up to today- she seemed significantly more perky than usual. She sported a small smile and hummed thoughtfully to herself as she trotted out and into a nearby sunbeam, a book held tightly in her jaws. Luma was safe- and so, the child was at ease. For now, at least. She knew there was bound to be other rough patches that would soon rear their ugly heads- but now was not the time to focus on that, was it?


    Finding herself a spot in the center of a sunbeam, she slowly splayed herself out across the warm stones and pushed her book out in front of her. It was more like a bunch of articles on the various cases of Cropcircles, an infamous serial rapist. Rumor had it, she actually was related to such a detestable creature by blood. It was distant and thin, but regardless of that it still disturbed her to a degree.

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    Annabelle had made a prankster out of the small princess.


    She'd snuck into her father's room with a bucket of glow in the dark pink paint. It was the kind of paint that you didn't really notice it until the lights were actually turned off and your entire room looked as if it was literally the sun. Naturally, the girl was very tedious and careful with her work- she was sure to write something out in Latin- just to poke fun at her father and see if he could translate it. It was smeared along the walls in pink paint, and it read:


    'Cogitare rosea, pater! Cogitare pink!


    Te amo!
    -Nevermind Et Auntie Annabelle
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    http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2178874.new#new there it isssss ;v;


    Nevermind grinned as she came bounding eagerly back into the room, her tail swishing from side to side. The child was giggling like... well, like a normal child would. It was strangely enjoyable for her to misbehave this way. "Auntie, do you think that he is thinking pink now?" She questioned her godmother with a tilt of her head. "I should hope he is!"

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    Ahh, his sight was something that had been worrying her. She wasn't going to talk about it- that would be rude- but it seemed as if it had been... clearing up significantly. "... Are your eyes well, Mister Albert?" She eventually muttered. "I do not mean to offend you- if that is the case, I sincerely apologize!"

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    Nevermind felt her face heat up a little bit at Bisette's choice of words. "Adultish? Are you implying it is explicit in that regard?" She squeaked out, clearly flustered and embarrassed. Regardless, the child shook off the thought and was quick to stride toward the apprentice. She curiously looked down at the fairytales, her eyes wide with a look of complete wonder on her face. "What kinds of tales are there in here?" She questioned, already itching to pull it open and dive her nose in.


    She twitched an ear up and instantly perked up at the mention of Historical Fiction. "Ah! Yes, historical fiction is hella rad!" She announced in an excited squeak, her paws pressed to her cheeks. "Perhaps something like Dracula or other things of that nature, as well? It is not necessarily one hundred percent historical, but there are many historical roots in them!" She gushed, clearly excited for this.

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    "Mother?"


    Nevermind's voice was meek, and stressed. The child walked into the room of her mother, her eyes wide and her expression grim as ever. The girl slunk further into the room, her eyes scanning the area. "Mother, where are you..? I want to talk to you- I am worried about... ... well, many people." She squeaked out quietly.

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    Well, Nevermind was simply brimming with happiness when her name was announced. She jumped onto her feet and bounded excitedly toward Panic. She gave her mother a tiny kiss on the cheek and a squeak of congratulations, before settling down next to Falloutboy and her father again. "Thank you, sir! I will work my hardest!" She hummed and thought about the team that Imperialstar wanted members for. Intelligent? Hmmmm... Her eyes seem to light up a little at the words and she excitedly wiggled in place, leaning toward Animepaw and muttering in her father's ear.


    "... Father, do you think I would be a good Ensign member?" She whispered softly, her eyes wide. "It sounds most intriguing!"

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    The sound of a surprised yelp caught her attention. Nevermind dragged herself away from her reading and perked her ears upward, swiveling her head in the direction of the fall. She cast the collapsed pink tomcat a quizzical look before slowly standing up and approaching him. "Are you alright?" She asked in a soft voice, her head tilting. She wanted to ask him why he was just watching her- but she quickly decided against that. Instead, Nev leaned over the tom and stared at him with those big doe's eyes of hers.

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    She seemed to physically relax when he told her it was alright. That was good- very much so. "Will it..? I do hope you can see properly when it does return- the world has many things in it that you deserve to witness." She said softly, grinning up at Albert.

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    "... Was it some kind of un-cool prank?" Nevermind huffed, getting defensive over Annabelle already. "I will not tolerate those kinds of pranks here! That is not hella!" She insisted harshly, before worriedly staring down at Annabelle.

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    "Ooooh! That sounds fun!" The warder cheered as she came bounding over, a wide smile on her face. "If I may ask, however! What do you mean by 'us pimpz' and us 'trippin''? Is this slang that will be used around Blizzardclan? Must I familiarize myself with it?"

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    Nevermind nodded her head thoughtfully, understanding the male's quick translation. "Understood! Thank you for clearing that up, sir." She purred softly, before bounding off in the direction of her parents. She yearned to ask her parents if she could attend- it would be fun.

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    "Hello, Clockwork! You know who I am." Nevermind's cheery voice came as she trotted over, taking note of how... relaxed the male seemed to be right now. It was funny- just a few hours ago, he was a stuttering and flustered mess. She came to a stop beside Showkit and smiled over at the multi-colored feline. "Howdy, howdy, ho to you too!" She greeted with a dip of her head. "I am Nevermind!"

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    Nevermind came rushing forward at the sound of the male screaming, her heart racing. She twitched her ears upward as she came across not the normal Hiro, but a bear. "... Hiro, is that you?" The warder asked cautiously, taking a slow step forward.

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    Nev's head curiously tilted to the side as the pink tomcat began fearfully muttering and tripping over his own words. "I do not think it is rude to call me ma'am, although we are the same age so there is no need for such formalities." The warder said warmly, a smile on her face. "I am Nevermind Muzikant Puppeteer, it is a pleasure to meet you, Clockwork!" The girl said enthusiastically, seemingly oblivious to his mental boner for her.


    "How long have you been here, if I may ask? I do not believe I remember you arriving... which is terribly rude on my part."

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    Nevermind did feel like she should and could read something a little more... advanced than this book- but she wasn't one to turn down the offer. Curiously, the child took hold of the novel and her eyes basically lit up. The little picture on the front was adorable- what, with it featuring the main protagonists. Jack and his little sister Annie. Their special Treehouse could warp back through time, could it not? It was a cute, nonsensical idea that not even an intelligent child like Nevermind could not get excited over.


    Admittedly, her almost-17-year-old roleplayer also enjoyed those books to no end even now.

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    "... Umm, well, I do suppose he is, yes." She muttered softly, glancing over at Zero and jerking her head in Hiro's direction. "... I must say, your new body is absolutely adorable!"

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    "Nevermind Muzikant Puppeteer, a newly appointed warder! It is a pleasure to meet you; I believe I am in the place to accept you into our clan." The child purred as she approached, her tail swishing.

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    "Would you like a tour, or do you think you can get around on your own?" The child hummed, her head tilting.

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    "Yes, adorable!" Nevermind was eager to continue, but she was cut off by Hiro's high-pitched screaming and falling backwards. Her brows furrowed and a look of worry came across her face as she glanced at the others; curious.

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