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  • This Is War || Open + Game

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"The hell's that?", the adviser would ask as she trotted over, a confused look overtaking her normally happy and clear demeanour. She was always down for a good game though, so if this one proved to be interesting she'd definitely stick around.

  • MafiaClan Plotting|Chatting Thread

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]wait so is it femme fatal or femme fatale??
    and also some titles could be loyalist ( proven their loyalty to clan )
    executioner/hangman/some vicious sounding thing ( captures + tortures enemies often )
    herbalist/healer/idk ( certified healer maybe through a herb training sess they could prove their knowledge?? )
    !! actually so excited for this track

  • MafiaClan Plotting|Chatting Thread

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]OMF RAZZ
    THE KID FIGHTS THING
    IT SHOULD BE CALLED FIGHT CLUB
    AND OPEN TO THE WHOLE CLAN AND YOU GET MATCHED UP WITH PEOPLE YOUR AGE OR YOUR SIZE OR SOMETHING
    NO POWERS
    SECRET SOCIETY LETS GO

  • ode to the don (open)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Family first. It meant something to Alfred, that she could tell, but if those two words had slipped off her own tongue she'd likely be laughing at herself straight after. There was no family first if you had no family to put first, if your family had melded in the crowds of cold, blank, deadbeat eyes, if the feline you're supposed to dub as your sister is less familiar to you than the rat you munched for breakfast, if the mom that birthed your wretched body into the world was no mom and your optics never caught a glimpse of her after birth. Some would begin to think of their clan as their family, but Redpaw felt no sense of home in this sunken place. It was too new, to unfamiliar for her to be able to lay back and feel at home.


    "And if there's no family to put first?", the femme asked aloud, her tone soft, mostly to herself than anyone else, but she was rather close to the Don and he could easily mistaken the direction her question was directed in. Redpaw hoped he wouldn't think of her inquiry as a challenge. In a place where females were lowest of the low, in a place were anyone below the rank of leader was considered trash, she couldn't afford to challenge him.

  • open --★-- split

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Try hanging from the rafters liked a stoned fuck? She'd refrain from responding immediately, instead choosing to survey French's form shaking back and forth from above her. Wasn't she going to get dizzy sometime soon? Wouldn't her legs get tired from hanging on?

  • >>say HELLO to my little friends ( Meeting )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]The promotions all resonated well with Redpaw; they were all active and helpful. "Congratulations!", she'd say, eyes on Don Costelo as she waited to see if he had any more announcements. If not, she'd be taking off.

  • INTO THE HILLS [ OPEN ]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Initially, the fae felt a little bad for Crimsonremix, breaking down and crying in public and all that. She thought about going over and attempting to comfort him but stopped for two reason: one, Heavenlyfire was doing an infinitely better job than she ever would, and two, she got distracted by the turquoise tears on his face. The fuck?


    After a little mental conversation with herself, Redpaw decided to speak up anyways. Standing there and staring at the trio like a stalker wasn't going to help her socially in the least. "Crim?" She barely knew him, but she was a 'toss a nickname' type of girl. Long names were her anathema, and she preferred to shorten titles any way she could. "You hangin' in there alright?"

  • IT DRIVES YOU INSANE >> open ; meet and greet

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Because Redpaw was a basic ratchet hipster trash piece of shit, she involved herself in basic activities such as meet and greets. She herself had made her peace with the relative lack of creativity in her brain, but if anybody else pointed that out to her they'd likely be greeted with a very loud 'fuck you'. On the bright side, the femme didn't hold grudges very well, and any anger that she'd felt would probably dissolve like a bar of soap ensconced in warm water.


    "Meet and greet!", the fae would call out as she entered MafiaClan's humble, crumbling mansion of an abode.