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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]That was...weird. Starling let out a shriek of refusal as he was lifted, squirming and kicking like he was expected to - but the moment he was contained against the jacket in the paws of the strange person - he believed it was Harshreality when he heard the voice, he went absolutely still, sniffling once and a while but not moving an inch otherwise. One could say that compression into small spaces had always calmed down the poor kitten's panic attacks. Even as a real kitten his mother would call for their medicine cat, who would push him into a nest and cover him with all of it, keeping him in the dark and warm, small space. And he would calm down. This was pretty much the same thing, and it worked. And then when his heart stopped moving so fast, he wanted out. He kicked, his eyes faded into a weird silvery brown. "Out," he said slowly, huffing slightly at the situation. "Let me out." |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Starling paused for a moment in being angry, and slowly, with three steps forwards, looking directly, and obviously only at, Artemis. "Excuse me," he said kindly in a childish voice. "But only a dumbass would say that Lord Vader can only tell Tama before telling Leia, because they're currently both standing here, and telling Tama would be telling Leia, and telling Leia would be telling Tama...so...um, are you a dumbass?" He looked seriously curious...and concerned, shoulders slightly hunched, and sarcasm lingering heavily behind his words. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Starling just didn't say anything else, an adult-like smile crossed his features rather oddly before he stepped back into line. Ah, telepathy, ah avoiding rules. Ah, dumb people. Lord Vader was the Lord, and he did what he wanted...and the First Order was here to help him do what he wanted. "Okay, dumbass," he replied kindly, that disgusting smile still spread across his plastic muzzle. "Okay." |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Starlingkit stared silently after that, looking irritated with himself. Of course, what was he thinking? Going off like that...immature, stupid mind that didn't want to grow, similar to his body. He avoided grunting, reaching a gloved paw silently up to shift the helmet he wore, because natsu completely overlooked the uniform part and now wanted to iterate that yes, he was in uniform. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]ol owlie I've seen a lot of guns lately I'm so confused. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Pfft why use a light saber when you have.. literally a shit load of people willing to detonate themselves for you. literally. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]If the poor guy was a traditionalist...well, that was going to be an issue because he was just going to get questioned by a kit. Eyes flaring angrily in their silver state, the plastic creature stared down at Stormbreath from a nearby tree. He'd been out collecting more twigs for his crafting. With a little huff, he launched himself down onto a lower branch, and then again, onto the ground. "You can't be on the territory," he said simply, "Did you need something important?" The dead eyes of the unnatural kit didn't waver an inch as he stared directly at him. "And name." |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]For once the kitten was doing something normal, his sides heaving gently as he napped...perhaps not in the most convenient spot. He probably should have been in the nursery but the NPCs fixing the wall didn't let him back in - they were pretty mad. So, instead, he'd fallen asleep...right in the middle of the clearing - just to spite them. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Sure thing! Here it is! https://feralfront.com/index.p…7.msg86030986#msg86030986 Oh my gosh that sucks - I'd be so mad at the cheaters lol Okay so I'm in class and my cousin just raged down the hallway throwing shit and I don't know what's going on but I'm freaking out a bit because apparently he got in a fight with his sister o-o anyone else having anything exciting going on? |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Starlingkit was there, his eyes narrowed under his helmet as he shifted the armor over himself. He was going to have to just...he would try and sit back and watch with this one unless another kit came to battle, if so he'd end up going to fight them. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]A chunk knocked upside Starlingkit's helmet, and with a little growl, the little feline launched himself up and swatted a chunk from over Ford's head, before launching after her, aiming to grip onto her hind legs as she leaped up again, and dig his claws in dangerously. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Starlingkit stared at the group with his weird, owlish eyes for a long moment before approaching, looking extremely unnerved. "What do you want," he added more bluntly, creeping around Rarityshine with a small kind of 'mewl' noise. He sat, partially behind Rarity, before staring with that silent, dead gaze at the Stormclanner. "Where are you from." |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Well, this might have been an unnerving issue. In the corner, Starling had been awoken from his nap with that call. And with a slow, awkward shift in movement, he made his way towards the other. "What do you mean by play," asked the plastic child, head twitching as he glitched for the first time in a little while. Both Saturnine and Dustin had retreated after his tantrum - he was having a rather hard time coping with the realization of his problems. "What do you mean." And then he sat, flexing his claws in and out of the holes that were in his plastic paws - made especially for his plastic talons. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Well, probably the last person Egretfang wanted to see, but Starlingkit didn't exactly care. He poked his head around the corner, unnatural eyes staring at the group before he slunk over, silent and waiting. He sat in a still sort of way, staring with ill will at his own paws...how small, how useless they were. And then up at the group again, observing. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Starling has recently decided to go on a quest. He wants a real body - his own is made of plastic and does not grow. Being that he is in Cloverclan makes him all the more angry because he can not leave the camp at all without 'breaking rules', nor does he get stronger or grow at all. He feels he is weak because of it and the demon in his head has given him a second option rather than waiting until he is a few moons older for Dustin to grow strong again and sacrifice himself for Starlingkit's real body. If Starlingkit can take the souls of five creatures, Dustin will use them to transfer Starling into a real body. Literally he is Pinocchio right now. So, if anyone wants to sell their soul to Starling (he will probably offer you any protection he can provide with his demon friend, which isn't much he knows) or take it by force by killing the character (they would return to life but without the soul), then that would be great! Short Version: Starling needs 5 souls for a body. You can either sell it to him for the 'protection' of his demon and himself (not really a good trade, but might be in the future) or he can kill your character and take it by force - this causes them to come back to life without a soul (if they come back at all.) |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Well my knowledge on this sort of stuff is limited but I would assume that, because Starling has such a close connection with demons due to his childhood rebirth... If a soul is given to Starling, he would use it to give himself life, therefore connecting his entire existence with the donor. They might share dreams, feelings, etc - this can act as a minor soul bond. However, this doesn't happen to everyone, but it is common. The donor or victim might have their own reoccurring nightmares about demons, be haunted by them, or more easily possessed due to the weak place where their soul once was. They may have worse luck than normal, or have periods where they black out and don't remember doing something devious. It might be possible that if they ask something of Dustin, Starling's Demon, when they sell their soul, that it may be granted to them, just as selling your soul to the devil is said to do. Though this would be rare, and might possibly backfire and go wrong as a genie's wish granting might, it does sometimes happen. I think that would be about it - any variation of above could happen c: |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Well, to be quite honest, Starlingkit had heard this name from some weird sheep thing that ran past the territory while Starling wasn't exactly supposed to be outside. Something about being wet and crying a lot. Not that Starling really gave a shit - he was just here for one reason, and one reason only. Not that he'd give it away. Never. "Joining," he said without thought, sitting at the border, dead, silver eyes wide and gazing blindly ahead - not that he was blind...they just didn't seem to see anything...stared through everything. "Also of Cloverclan. Do not tell them I am here." Dustin agreed with this. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Ah, Starling had only heard of hte Port Mafia - was there another? "There are two on this territory? Explain," he requested, ears angling towards the other with curiosity. "And is there a difference at all?" Would one be more proficient for his needs? Perhaps...depending on their morals and their extent of power. |
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px;][align=center][font=timesnewroman][color=#111111]Starling's dead eyes proceeded to stare at the creature that was before him, and with a low, almost unnoticeable growl, he spoke again, "That explained nothing but the separate names, so I will proceed onto the Mafia's side of things due to being uninformed about anything of these Dancers," he stated coldly. It was obvious that the dodgy answer had upset the child - and the demon inside of him as well. "If you wish to try again in explaining it correctly, you may, but otherwise I will proceed with my first purpose here." His voice was growing deeper as he spoke, silver eyes growing red. This Dancer had upset Starlingkit, and now Dustin was arriving quite strongly. |
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