Posts by Frank

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]It is overall sensible for anything resembling the like of a colony to be situated away from the horrors of the world; the media's all-encompassing corruptive presence, loud noise in general, pollution. It would only make sense to do the best for your people and keep them away from all outside interferences, if you were of the mindset that you were the one in charge of all decisions and were as such in charge of everything concerning what to do with everyone else's lives. Likewise, there is no wonder why one would want to isolate themselves in a small island such as this if they were of the inclination to - as mentioned - close themselves off entirely.

However, the media did not exist to them as they were all animals and any sign of humans had gone curiously stagnant since the last time anything concerning them had occurred (something about science battling with powers and magic), these colonies tended to generate loud noises themselves and pollution was hardly a thing of the past, and Frank found himself confronted with the obstacle of reaching the island of what appeared to be quite a well-fortified island-dwelling colony. It took a moment of contemplation and gazing about for any clues - suppose this was a test of mental fortitude? - but eventually he managed through unspoken means. Perhaps by boat. Perhaps he walked over water.

Either way, he shook out his sopping wet black-and-white pelt and padded over to the general border of what he assumed to be the base, eyeing it over once before clearing his throat. Whatever worked.

"Excuse me," he called politely, "residents of this island colony."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]The response to his metaphorical knock on the door was swift and Frank inclined his head at a leopard's appearance though he had to lift it up to be able to meet the aforementioned other's gaze, eyes affixing on the other feline - albeit a much bigger and more typically undomesticated, if one could find a domesticated leopard at all - with a sort of intent albeit courteous watchful gaze. "Hello there," he returned, simply and cordially. "My name is Frank. If you're a leopard, how is it that you are communicating with me, a domestic feline, without the apparent instinct to annihilate me? However, I appreciate the effort. Thank you."

The domestic cat blinked languidly at that point, tail waving idly behind him and shaking some more water off. He went on with a small nod, "Would it be possible for me to join the numbers of this island colony, provided there are no anecdotes in the terms and conditions that state that I must kill a man?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Frank blinked at the other's statement. Ah. "I understand. Thank you again. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Ah, another leopard, distinctive from its spots and slightly larger-than-kitten-kitten (twice for emphasis on domestic cat, if it wasn't clear). The leopard cub was evident enough of being younger by way of its size, though it was around the height level of Frank himself - for that matter the tuxedo met his gaze steadily, head tilting a tad. "Are you Bluesrock's offspring? It is nice to meet you. Why is it that you were uncertain, from your sound of hesitance and your expression?" Frank asked, voice remaining entirely polite. "If it is because I had spoken about something of such a violent caliber, I apologise. My intent was not to give kittens, or leopard cubs, irreparable scars. That is my deepest regret." He bowed his head, though his attention was caught on a large fox with many tails.

Frank watched the creature approaching him with a stoic blink, an ear flicking to the side to dislodge a drop of water. "Does it truly cause you harm? If so, I apologise. On the other hand, I believe my vocabulary is not altogether too advanced. It is merely truncated and that may affect the illusion of formality. On the other hand, is your head prone to injury and is such susceptible to it more? If that is the case, please accept my utmost condolences." The tomcat blinked once more and approached a step that left a wet mark behind. He bowed his head again at the other's acceptance, stating, "That is appreciated. I apologise if this event does not interest you. My name is Frank." Furthermore, on top of this island colony's peculiar residents, there was something more to be said about the fox's attributes. "Are your horns genetic? Are they connected to your brain?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Indeed, that was the core of the matter. It should have been impossible for every species to understand one another by principle. It was, at the least, somewhat understandable for leopards and cats to be able to interact from how they were from the same genus - if that was the correct way of putting it - but for Frank and a large many-tailed fox to be able to interact, there must have been many things at work slotting the pieces together for such a thing to work.

However, while Frank was frank, he did not actively break the fifth dimension.

"Greetings," the tuxedo tom meowed to the jaguar that approached, shaking his head and ridding of any excess droplets. He quenched a sneeze with a delicate sniff instead and affixed the other, when he was composed, with a ready gaze. "I thank you very much. Are you uncertain on what this place is called? If we may go by the information I have been provided by many, this is indeed the Rift. I am Frank." His tail waved in the air and he asked formally, "Are you a panther?"

Then the tomcat turned to the utahrapter, also a newcomer to his greeting party. He dipped his head and asked, in the same manner, "I do not believe I know the name of your species. Are you speaking in a different language? I am afraid I know only..." And Frank paused. Then he mewed. After that, he cleared his throat politely and continued, "My name is Frank. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Frank saw nothing wrong with anything at all.

An addition was made to their small group, provided it could be called that, in the form of another feline albeit with extra added characteristics that brought the slightest twitch to Frank's whiskers. "Charmed," he returned readily, accumulating a small puddle of water underneath him. Note to any future prospect joiners to the Rift: do not swim to the island. Of course, not that Frank swam. Or anything. Certainly he was more intelligent than that. He sniffed once more quite stoically, back as ramrod straight as it could as a four-legged feline. "Is that your preference? I see no relation, but I understand if it is what you would like. How are you somehow able to create an inflection in your 'O' to generate a sound that seems to suggest it is not a regular 'O'? My name is Frank." He bobbed his head. "Do your horns impede your vision?"

notes not at all!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]If there was anything to be said about the fact that a young cub was familarised with violence, Frank did not waver. After all, they were predators. "Noted," he replied tamely. "Is your father also a leopard?" Finnishwars was a fox. If Mikaela's father was a leopard... perhaps true love did exist. He dipped his head at the cub's words and following soft giggle, nodding with solemn understanding. "I hope my way of speaking will become commonplace or at least familiar in a matter of time," Frank stated courteously. "Thank you for your gracious acceptance."

As for the question about his origins, Frank pawed briefly at his nose to dispose of another urge to sneeze and, returning it to the ground, answered neutrally politely, "I came from my mother. The exact location is perhaps necessary to remain undisclosed to children under the age of six months and therefore I'm afraid I must keep that to myself. Were you born here, yourself?"

Then he glanced up at Finnishwars, tilting his head to the side, and asked, "Are your tails genetic?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]As it were, they did come. To be more precise, he came, and he came in the form of a domestic tuxedo tomcat with his tail level to the ground as he padded his way up and affixed the stranger seated at the edge of what Frank was just barely acquainted with as the ... border .... with an attentive gaze. He surveyed the stranger closely but in a detached manner, not seating himself but halting there a foot away in front of her. "Greetings," Frank meowed, matter-of-fact and polite as was his norm. He dipped his head. "Do you feel an attachment to those ferns? Are you waiting here? What is it that you are searching for, unless you were searching for those plants?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]While Finnishwars did not leave anything as distinctive as footsteps to announce his presence, his words were more than enough; Frank flicked an ear and stepped a tad aside accordingly as if to leave space for the kitsune, face unchanging though he did glance over to the floating fishbowl. "Is it the custom here to behave in a crass and vulgar manner to newcomers at the border?" he inquired solemnly, monotonously affably, and inclining his muzzle. "I understand." He turned back to the stranger and stated, "I apologise for my error. I have been overly hasty."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]"I see," Frank agreed accordingly, though it was a rather puzzling thing to comprehend. A black leopard as opposed to a yellow leopard with black spots. Perhaps it was a mutation. Frank's own mutations took place in the multitude of black spots over his pelt, and even then. Well. "Were his spots yellow?"

He nodded more at Mikaela's reiteration, responding simply, "I apologise, I seem to have misunderstood. If you would be so kind as to forget, it would be much appreciated. My memories of my birth are unclear as well, though I am reasonably certain that I was deposited in the possession of certain two-legged abominations with spindly paws at birth." Here, he bowed his head to the utahraptor that had said a single word before. "I mean no offense, if you are able to understand me." The tomcat blinked slowly in acceptance of Mikaela's finishing statements, absorbing it. Maybe, in the cub's family, yellow fur was a recessive gene. He would ask but it was likely that the cub would not understand. Instead, he meowed formally, "I understand. Do you regret the latter and bear overwhelming mental anguish? I apologise once more. I'm sure there are others that nurture you in her absence. If you do not, that is very good."

Then there came a raccoon, of whom Frank watched contemplatively and respectfully attentively as she began talking with reasonable animation. He blinked at her swear words before, with a tilt of his head, asking, "Is it forbidden for me to eat you?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Frank returned the stranger's stare unblinkingly though with no sign of aggression, placidly surveying her just as much as she was surveying him and the many-tailed fox he stood beside. It was some time after his last apologetic words before she gave them both an answer but it, at least, provided them with a name. Frank accepted it, the tuxedo tom's ears twitching once. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madame Euprosine Chile," he replied with easy aplomb. "Who were the first Madame Euprosine Chile's parents? I understand that new names may be difficult to conjure. It is unfortunate."

She paid attention to him in particular after a statement made to the kitsune and Frank tilted his head to the side before meowing simply, "I apologise if you have been misled. My name is not Chile, it is Frank." He glanced over to the raccoon, dipping his head slightly, and inquired, "Who is Asswars?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Finnishwars was offered a blink in response before Frank nodded to everything that the fox said, though after the first sentence and expletive he did slip in a, "My apologies." He tilted his head to the side when the kitsune spoke about his health before he went on cycling through the rest of the questions that had been piling up, all of which Frank listened to intently and genuinely. "My mistake, I had assumed your horns were attached to your brain because you were rubbing them," Frank replied, perhaps unnecessarily, and it was back to the upheaval of answers. He didn't flinch at the other's gruesome comment about children but did state, "I see."

And that was all, until Finnishwars - with some noticeable exasperation - asked him if he had any more questions. And so Frank took the opportunity. "My apologies. Is Cipher a well-known virus around these areas?"

The tuxedo tom inclined his head, though he did apologise another time. "I'm afraid I must pass on consuming cats as I am, myself, a cat. I thank you for your recommendations, on the other hand. I will keep them in mind." He turned yellow eyes over back to the talking raccoon, dipping his head. "I apologise. I was ensuring my permissions. I have made it a habit to eat smaller species such as mice and birds. If I accidentally eat someone of those species, you may firmly chastise me. I was merely ensuring that you were a regular citizen of this island colony." He licked a paw, beginning to dry after his swim brief submersion. Technically, it was not cannibalism because he was not a raccoon. "Are you sensitive about this topic? Rest assured I will refrain from eating yo-- hrrk."

Frank almost gets flattened by another tomcat. Rather, he doesn't go flying, but he did falter and stumble and possibly choke a little on his words, and the next thing he was aware of was that the tomcat was then rubbing his head into his stomach. "Oh," he stated cordially, flicking an ear and blinking down at the white cat. "Are you attacking me? I apologise, I do not quite know how to react. I am Frank."

notes i love yoU!
cries yes
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Dia was indeed larger than Frank, but you never knew just what you could eat. After all, cows were nonaggressive herd animals. Though, at the same time, you wouldn't exactly find a cat eating a cow. "I see," he answered with a twitch of his whiskers toward the raccoon's statement. "Was that a threat? Are hellhounds inedible? Are you a hellhound? I am unfamiliar with these terms, but I will nonetheless keep it in mind. Thank you for the warning." The tuxedo tom tilted his head at the explanation of a 'Cipher', gaze also going to the newest arrival when she pitched in as well. "I understand," Frank meowed seriously, nodding once. "Who instated the auto-acceptance policy? Is it absolute? Why can it not be denied? Is someone watching us?"

Frank dipped his head once more to the utahraptor before his yellow placid stare went to another feline that had come up. "Hello. Why are you so dispassionate?" he inquired courteously, tilting his head to the side with a systematic sort of curiosity as the cat that had gently assaulted him now hovered all about him with vigorous sniffs all against his fur before curling up beside his paws. Frank barely blinked. "It is a pleasure to meet you; I am Frank. I'm afraid I don't understand your last two words. Or your first one. Is your name Hola?"

He did glance down at the tomcat that hadn't said anything, though, and was currently purring up a storm. "Can you speak? I apologise for being insensitive. I understand now that you were merely attempting to express your heartfelt welcome by way of attempting to merge yourself into my flesh. It is nice to meet you." Frank tilted his head to the side. While that was well and good, whatever would he call this enigmatic tomcat? It was truly a mystery. "... Comrade."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Frank turned his eyes over to the leopard that spoke and nodded in understanding. "I apologise for my blunder," the tomcat meowed agreeably, glancing over at everyone else as they approached with some distant inquisitiveness. Their words were ones to note for the future and Frank catalogued them all in his database of-- what? Pardon him, he had a momentary inner blip. Regaining his faculties, the tomcat raised his paw and licked it. Yes, he's a cat. Not anything else, or anything. His ears twitched and spoke up again, at any rate, with a last welcoming, "Yes. I have deduced that your name is not Madame Euprosine Chile but rather merely Madame Euprosine. Thank you." His yellow eyes went on to Finnishwars and he stared for a few moments more at the comment about the butts, more out of fascination than distinct horror, before he gazed at the rest and nodded discreetly. "Welcome to the Rift," Frank finished politely, gaze returning to the ocelot. Yes.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]"I am unaware. Was it a threat?" Frank repeated without inflection aside from his regular formally detached tone, and bobbed his head in acknowledgement of her metaphorical hand-wave. "I see. Then I suppose it is this island colony's tradition. Do you have many other traditions? One that I have heard of involves, to my knowledge, perhaps dancing about a ring of fire."

The tuxedo tomcat turned his head in between the raccoon and the other feline, flicking an ear. "Spanish," he intoned. "I apologise for my assumption." To Dia, he inquired, "Do you have difficulty understanding my words? I apologise for any inconveniences that that may pose. However, if I may, and I apologise, but it seems you seem to be mistaken. We are speaking in the same language, you see. I am, at least currently, not talking shit." Then Frank blinked and stared down at... the cat, before nodding and accepting it in stride with the level statement of, "I shall return my fellow feline's affections accordingly."

Lastly, like a lobbying tennis match, Frank's gaze went back to the black cat. "Are you not Paz?" he questioned politely. "That is good to know, Soy. Dispassion is a negative emotion. What are you saying to me?" His head tilted over to the side at Soy's next words, blinking once. "I see," he meowed. "Was I insulted? Do you generally speak to others in this manner? If you do, I understand. Behavioural characteristics are often difficult to change consciously. I am afraid that I am unable to decipher your coded messages." Read: Spanish.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]"Understood," Frank replied formally, perfectly uniformly, nodding with further understanding. "Do you call questions answers here? I see. I will note it for the future." The tuxedo tomcat tilted his head to the side, tail flicking once, and once more edged away from the puddle that had accumulated under his feet. It meant taking a step away from the... other cat, but a few moments more and he would have been drowning in the excess of water. At least he was no longer drenched, but that was a given. Frank inclined his head and went on cordially, "Do you regularly take it upon yourself to explain things to such depth? I'm afraid that I am indeed aware of the variations in this language. However, I thank you for your toil. Forgive me." The tomcat cocked his head, tail flicking low about his paws. "Would you consider shit a language? That is truly illuminating. Thank you very much. I will note that duly as well."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Frank approached as well, tail trailing after him as he surveyed the scene with attentive yellow eyes, and he tilted his head to the side once he reached Newyork's side as he stated factually politely, "Pardon me, you are covered in blood and next to a limbless dog's corpse." The tuxedo cat licked his maw simply and went on, curiously if anything but if at all though even then his voice was merely predominantly courteous and quite seriously, "Is murder a regular occurrence, from the general lack of reaction and apparent blasé nature of this familiarity between you all? It is fortunate that we are so readily equipped with those possessing medical knowledge."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]Frank dipped his head to the tiger cub, meowing, "Greetings. Thank you very much. I appreciate the integration into this island colony by a fellow..." He stilled momentarily. "...Indeed. The word is clanmate. It is reassuring to know that I have been accepted by a local into this realm of unfamiliarity, self-doubt and insecurity. I am Frank. I did not witness your appearance but I accept that you have been here this whole time. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Unfortunately, now Frank would always wonder just exactly what Mikaela's father looked like. Perhaps there were things that were just meant to remain mysteries.

At any rate, there was Dia to attend to, and Frank did so accordingly. "You appear incensed," he stated civilly, an ear flicking. "I see. I apologise sincerely for misconstruing your impeccably and solely amiable statement as one of sinister implications. However, I do not understand how your series of questions lead to different meanings on account of my own words. Are you perhaps a practitioner of black magic? I have heard from my grievous travels that this field exploits much of what is commonly regarded as fact today." He blinked solemnly. "I understand. Thank you very much for informing me of what is up in this clan. I shall henceforth retreat into a shadowy corner and observe all the typical happenings without further ado. It has been a pleasure."

As a finishing touch, the tuxedo tomcat bowed his head to all of them, shook off the last drips of ... fine, okay, he swam here, his swim, and robotically walked into the territory. Accepting his fate.

notes frank is so amazed by all these interesting organisms peoplE !!
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]After taking a step back, Frank glanced over at Mikaela, inclining his head to the cub before blinking once. "Understood," he answered stoically cordially, his voice not very quiet but at least lowered slightly in a rough attempt to match Mikaela's volume. His tail flicked. Of course. "I now recall that it is custom in most cultures to have a period of silence for the lost. I apologise for my ignorance and unforgivable faux pas. It is always a tragedy to lose a life through unwarranted circumstances no matter how unconnected I am from them in that they have no significant importance to me at all. I shall merely watch the progression of events that follows albeit the fact that I do not understand the current events in the slightest nor the reason for the sporadic appearance of an allegedly well-known stranger. I will be quiet."

The tuxedo tomcat shut his mouth, impassively earnest as always.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; letter-spacing:-1px; text-align:justify;]"It seems that everyone has taken your words literally in that they have all stated mirrored interest," commented Frank neutrally graciously as he approached, which was possibly the most hypocritical statement to exist that anyone could have ever uttered ever. He dipped his head as he slowed, glancing around. "Hello. It would be illuminating for me to participate in this affair."
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