[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Rescue, raid, patrol - whichever one wished to call it, they were present for the sake of receiving answers: answers in regards to where Derrick's child was. Their scent had been practically pasted all over the scene, and Derrick was fuming - whilst everyone was willing to rescue a child from their own clan. He couldn't imagine many groups being completely passive when it came to the taking of a child. Thus, the serval would take a few heedless strides by the borderline - after all, the Cartel was anything but an honest clan. Nighttales would take no pleasure in attempting to wait around for their attention. "Would anyone like to tell me whether they have a little kid called Aleks around?" The Commander would resound, quirking a fictional brow. Someone was bound to have him somewhere, after all, whether their kidnapping had been publicly announced or not.
Posts by NIGHTTALES XERSES
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]/ here's the raid link!
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Dead, huh? Fighting seemed to erupt rather quickly, around them, festering among Colouredclanners upon hearing each Cartelian construct their individual, repetitive response. Twilightzone was someone whom he happened to recognise, and his heterochromatic orbs would pivot towards her. "Betty, hm?" The serval would resound, a fictional brow quirking as he happened to hear of the name. A nobody, perhaps? Nighttales certainly hadn't registered her alias before, after all - it seemed as if she was likely attempting to make a name for herself, through murder. "See, this is why you guys can't shake the Exiles cough-out reputation." It was almost as if they were all leeching off of what someone else had done before, after all. And here he thought that they were a mere group, doing mere business - not business he favoured, but business that wasn't ever particularly obtrusive, either. And it had really been interesting for a while, too - it was a shame that they had merely defaulted to the same tactics as various other anticlans, struggling to make it. He supposed the one difference was that the Cartel had made it - somewhat so. Thus far, they were doing pretty well. Their efforts would have been commendable, if not dulled by their crass nature and template individuality. "Yo, Twi. I don't want to talk to Betty - I can, but I'd rather not. If she comes here, I'm planning on taking her back with us, torturing her, and killing her - as she has done to that of a child." He supposed that, were they to hand her over - something he happened to doubt, though one would never quite know - then they wouldn't have many problems. On the other hand, if they denied as such, then they'd simply be defaulted to enemies. "You all hand her over willingly, then we won't have to fight, necessarily. On the other hand, y'know, we're going to have to keep this nnice little exchange going for a while."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Oh, I think I'll observe, then." Nighttales would resound, arriving shortly after Chica, and deciding to settle himself a little ways off from the pair. Frightfur, and Chicagocrimes, huh? He had seen Frighty engage in combat several times before - the other had climbed his way to Lieutenant for various reasons, and such happened to account for one of the myriad of them. Chica, on the other hand, was not someone whom he had seen exchange a few blows. Therefore, he was rather curious as to how this would turn out, eventually.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As Frighty resounded with a quick shush, the serval would resound with a blithe chuckle. Indeed, perhaps they shouldn't have spoiled their little twist. He was sure that, in actuality, it would have been rather obvious.. Yet, then again, jokes aside - the Cartelians truly did seem rather bleak when it came to intellectual decisions. Anyhow, tugging his jaws into a light grin, his heterochromatic orbs would return to Twilightzone. "Hm, really? Ah, too bad." Such went for both phrases - he'd call her Twi if he wanted to. It wasn't as if he was going to abstain, and there was no point in drawling out the usual 'Twilightzone' in its entirety. As for the latter half - he had assumed as such.
"Alright, the Cartel will be an enemy then." The serval would offer a heedless shrug, before lunging towards TWILIGHTZONE, attempting to skid to a halt directly parallel to her, raising and withdrawing his abnormal fore-paw in a brisk movement, before aiming to clutch her jugular with outstretched, onyx talons. "I saw that kakugan of yours." Nighttales would add, having noted the other's ghoul-eye, when everyone had requested for Aleks' captor. "Show me something interesting, will you?" Would they manifest a kagune, too? Well, for them to presumably be a half-ghoul, then they'd have to be one of the somewhat stronger ones, no? Something like that. Ghoul-biology had cropped up rather recently, after all - especially in comparison to contractor-theorem, and certainly the mundane characteristics such as the usual vampirism and what-not.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Venus - presumably after the planet, and in-turn, after the god. Something along those lines. Perhaps, their parents had simply thought that the name had sounded appealing, and put little thought to it? That was fine, too - not all aliases had to be intricately contemplated beforehand, after all. Anyhow, Nighttales arrived shortly after Vol, and despite the tense atmosphere between them, he'd still seat himself beside the other nevertheless. "Welcome to the clan then, Venus." The serval would resound in response, offering a light nod in greeting. "I'm Nighttales Xerses, by the way. Is there anything you need, or want to ask?"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Nighttales would arrive shortly after Jessie, drawing to a halt by the female before proceeding to shift his heterochromatic orbs towards the other individual. A fictional brow quirked, as he managed to recognise the distinctively familiar scent which clung to her frame. "Yo, you're from the Tribe of Endless Summers, right?" He'd inquire, assuming such was the case. The serval was rather fond of their new ally, thus-far, as they really did try their best to show up often; much like the Sanctuary, come to think of it.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]So, Vol wanted him to list several pros and cons about individuals, for Vol to pick the top three, and then for Eclispecub to make the final decision? Such seemed the case. "I didn't say that you couldn't, Vol." The serval would respond with a light snicker. "If you want pros and cons, they aren't easily defined on surface-level. Plus, personality-flaws are all that people tend to have here, and everyone has some of them." After all, he doubted that they had all exposed 'what they were weak to in battle' and all the likes. They were all rather well-rounded in combat: every single one of them. Enough-so to teach a child, anyhow.
The shisa resounded with a rather loud 'please', and the serval found a brisk grin illuminating his jaws. "Mhm, that's better, Eclipsecub." Close-enough, anyhow. The volume didn't really matter to him, in the end - that would have merely been him being nitpicky. However, a 'please' was certainly an advancement, that was for certain.
He'd return his heterochromatic orbs to Yuri, towards whom he'd resound with a heedless chuckle. "Didn't think so." Nighttales would resound, a hum skirting his parted jaws. Anyhow, as the other spoke, he'd promptly agree with a momentary nod, returning his oculars to Vol. "Mhm, why don't we just ask Eclipsecub to point at who he likes best? Aside from yourself, of course." Nighttales offered a blithe shrug. "Yeah sure, a good mentor is important and all, but it needs to be someone that Eclipsecub will listen to, first and foremost. I doubt that they'll care much about investing in the pros and cons, especially seeing as the majority of us could probably teach him to the exact same extent when it comes to combat."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Perhaps, hm?" Nighttales would resound in response, a blithe smirk playing his jaws at the vague reply. "I'll take that as a yes, then." He'd add, before moving onto what else the other sought to speak of. "You're too..?" The serval paused, quirking a fictional brow. "Sure sure, I'll allow you in, so long as you finish that sentence of yours." It wasn't as if it were of utmost importance, but he was rather curious in regards to the continuation of it, nevertheless. Too.. punk rock? Too savage? Too peculiar? Perhaps, he was just somewhat curious in regards to this trait that the newcomer sported, which others hadn't seemed to have accepted.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As Twi produced some form of 'darkness elementals' - a new one, and a ridiculous one at that, the serval would resound with a blithe chuckle. He'd be pushed back a few steps, only to be given the space to note her axe plunging forwards through the air. "Honestly, if you're going to want to hit someone, it's better to pull them towards you instead of push them away from you." Nighttales would offer a simple tip, about to lunge towards the other in return - when Eclipsecub briefly intervened.
He would have perhaps mentioned something, for a moment, but whilst Twilightzone remained distracted for a brief moment, he'd take the opportunity that Eclipsecub had given him. He'd aim to tug a few binds from the earth below, aiming to ensnare her ankles, before he'd attempt to conjure his sword - something he hadn't used in quite some time - and plunge the onyx blade into her shoulder, attempting to conduct electricity using his elementals, along the metallic blade and into that of the flesh of her shoulder, hoping to shock her to a large height of fatigue. If they were going to have fights with axes and elementals, then Nighttales too, would go all the way.
However, briefly in the meanwhile - though he'd keep his mismatched orbs focused on Twilightzone - his jaws would part and he'd mention a few words to Eclipsecub. "Thanks, Eclispecub - but be careful." They were large, but still a child, nevertheless.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]There were a few things he'd have to run through today, so Nighttales wouldn't take to long to linger. He'd make his way over towards the center of camp, mismatched orbs skimming the thinning snow dissolving by his fore-paws for a brisk moment, before lifting his gaze and combing through his thoughts once more. Colouredclan, gather for a meeting." His jaws parted, addressing the clan in the way by which he usually did, pausing for a while to allow for people to gather, before running through the usual.
Firstly, demotions and those of similar. "Qrow, and Hewa are demoted to Members, whilst Tyler is demoted to Warder." The serval would resound, before moving on to resound with the names of some others whom had departed, recently. "Rick and Tara have also left." It was unfortunate, to see the two depart, but Nighttales understood it - he wouldn't have held it against them, and they had lives to fulfill elsewhere. He understood that, though he wouldn't allow his own personal emotions to stall him for much longer.
Secondly, promotions. "Nefariouskit, Derrick, and Spaceparty are promoted to Warders." The three were around frequently, and had characteristics that particularly happened to stand out for their own myriad of reasons. Therefore, he sought to give the two a chance at the semi-high position ranking - though whether they wished to take it or not was fully up to themselves. Soap and Akutagawa, you're both promoted to Bodyguard." Soap had been around for much longer than Akutagawa, and was a frequently-appearing face at that. Akutagawa was a little more new than the former, but had been around for an ample-enough amount of time for his decision to be based upon the stability that they had offered. "Jessie, you're promoted to Blackblood." The other was certainly deserving of this promotion, and he was relieved that she had quickly managed to get back into the swing of things upon here eventual return.
On the otherhand, he had a few other announcements to make, revolving around the medical branch. "Immortalfallacy, the extent of your training isn't something that's clear to myself, personally, but I'd like to promote you to Nurse. In the meanwhile, you, alongside Cottoncandypaw, can ask for training from my daughter, Sarangerel. She was a medic in the Elite some time ago, and so she will be of sufficient training to the both of you." The serval paused, briefly. "If you wish to branch out to find more medics from allied clans to seek advice from, too, then I approve of such."
Finally, he had one shoutout to make. "Chicagocrimes, you have a shoutout." The serval wasn't sure as to whether he was seeking out to earn a position, eventually, or whether she would prefer to see Colouredclan as somewhat of a stress-reliever, instead: or perhaps just something generally different. Either way, though, he'd give her a shoutout, seeing as she had joined recently, though was exhuming potential, as expected of the leader of one of their closest allies, no doubt.
Though, speaking of allies, he'd have to move onto foreign affairs. "For those who might not have noticed, the Tribe of Endless Summers is now an ally, due to their various efforts to interact with Colouredclan whilst being a neutral." And, speaking of neutrals, he'd move onto such. "But, in taking up an ally, I'll drop another to make things balanced. Anatolios is returned to the status of neutral." It was a shame that things hadn't worked out, perhaps, but he understood when to cut things loose with relative ease. And finally, speaking of cutting things loose.. "And, at last, the Cartel is now dropped to that of an enemy, for murdering Aleks. Therefore, anyone's free to go all out on raids and captures when it comes to that scum." He'd likely have a proper discussion about them with his high positions, later on.
Finally, the serval figured that he'd get towards his conclusion with a few lighter notes, perhaps. "There is also a choice awards occurring at the moment, so make sure to check that out." It seemed as if the Choice Awards were easily becoming a monthly thing, which certainly garnered no complaints from himself. "And at last, activity has risen a little over the past week - even if we aren't back to how we usually are, it's certainly an improvement. Therefore, keep up the hard work." Sure, they weren't as active as they had been the month prior, but people had things going on at the moment, and he understood as such.
The serval withdrew a steady breath, before opting to conclude. "Alright, that's all. Dismissed."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Well, he had gotten an npc to ensure that everyone was told of the time which they would be meeting at. He had supposed that, given the rather uncomfortable weather of January, then it would be rather odd to sit outdoors and discuss things in the mushy snow beneath their paws. Thus, he had invited everyone into his own den, around a table, whilst supposing that he'd wait for at least a few to arrive before getting started.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Yo, Yuri." The serval would opt to offer the Captain a light wave, before supposing that he'd briefly form an answer to their inquiry. "Mainly about the Cartel. I want to put focus on them as an enemy, but I want to do more than just raid them. I want to spy, and to assassinate their high positions, and destroy their territory, until they give us Betty." He'd resound with a steady tone, before leaning back briefly, and resounding with a sigh. "But I want the opinions of you guys first, of course."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Hmm, we don't have a massive fighting force. Though we have plenty who are able. So long as we rile everyone up to participate, the number of those taking part should increase." After all, they had plenty of capable members, it was merely that not everyone tended to attend raids - and it was fine to miss out on some, here and there, but to never once attend one, was indeed irksome. "However, we could always borrow soldiers, so to say, from allies of ours: perhaps some of the smaller ones who would be eager to participate. After all, there's no point in having allies if we never ask anything of them." He wasn't really depending on them, but some of their alliances were gathering dust, and some of their allies had no experience of fighting together either. Either way, it was more of a final resort.
"Oh, Frighty, if you'd like to spy on them, then certainly be my guest." The serval would add, mismatched orbs pivoting towards the other individual. "If you want, you can manage a team of spies too - though, going in alone is fine also." Nighttales figured that, were they going to squander the enemy, they'd certainly have to get to know them, first. "Though, whilst I am hungry for some knowledge on the Cartel's inner-workings, remember to value your own safety first and foremost when you do choose to spy on them."
Finally, his gaze pivoted towards Akutagawa, towards whom he'd offer a nod in greeting. "Indeed, I want to place spies in the Cartel to gather information on individuals. And if suitable, assassination is permitted. Then, if everything works out well eventually, we can start an attack from the inside, and navigate their territory with ease, too."
/ suuper rushed towards the end
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Y'know Vol, I never thought that you'd have taken after Damiano." The serval would resound briefly, quirking a fictional brow and allowing a blithe chuckle to skim his parted jaws. Shittales, huh? Brightsails was still his favourite, though. Shittales followed in close pursuit of second place. "Everyone's related to everyone nowadays." He'd add with a heedless shrug. "Though, the close relations are those that count." At that, he'd shift his heterochromatic orbs towards the Exiler: his sibling. A light grin would grace his jaws, and he'd offer Kathrine a wave. "Yo, sis. How are things?" He'd inquire - despite her existence as an Exiler, he didn't acknowledge as such at the moment. He would cut allegiance involvements when it came to close family, in the end. Close members of the Xerses family were like that, at times. The ones that he tended to find the most familiar, anyhow.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Don't you look enthusiastic." Nighttales would resound with a blithe chuckle, drawing to a halt parallel to the Thunderclanner. "Nighttales Xerses, by the way. Thanks for the gifts." It was, in essence, surprising to see a gift from a neutral, but nevertheless, Thunderclan was a neutral whom sought to interact more often, which was something that Night enjoyed seeing - perhaps he would speak to their leader once again, on the basis of an allegiance advancement. Though, he was perhaps curious to know of their stance on the Cartel.. However, first things first. "You look as if you've come a long way - you're free to rest here, if you'd like?"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Barry had a rather boisterous noise-level, and yet, Nighttales found no bother in their vibrant tone. The serval drew to a halt briefly by Joshua, heterochromatic orbs shifting towards Barry, whilst he'd opt to offer the other a blithe grin in greeting. "Yo, Barry." He'd resound, lifting his phantom fore-paw and sporting a heedless wave. "How's Blizzardclan faring, lately? And yourself too, of course." After all, he happened to consider Barry as a friend, as of now, given the various amount of times they had interacted in the past.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As Papika inquired as to whether she could also spy, the serval would eventually furrow his fictional brows, before shaking his head briefly. "No, Papika, you're too young at the moment." Nighttales trusted Frightfur to be able to navigate his way through the Cartelians, however.. Papika was still a child, and he didn't want anything hazardous to occur, whilst she was caught in the centre of it. He didn't want to risk that. Yeah: he certainly wouldn't risk that - especially not with how the Cartel were now a band of child-murderers.
As Gid spoke up, the serval offered him a nod. "Indeed. Frighty can switch bodies, which is a good thing. So long as someone either hasn't participated in a raid already, and can change their form, and are old enough to do so.. They can spy on the Cartel." After all, if someone noted as a recognisable combatant showed up by their borderline, Nighttales doubted that they would be able to trick anyone. Nighttales' heterochromatic orbs would pivot promptly towards Akutagawa. "As long as you haven't participated in a raid, or you can switch bodies, then that's fine, Akutagawa." Fortunately, they had admitted to wanting to wait until they had healed, before plunging into any more danger.
As Vol spoke, his attention pivoted briefly towards the other, whom seemed reluctant to cause conflict against the Cartel. He paused for a moment, before resounding with an eventual sigh. "Alright, Vol. You don't need to partake in anything, if you really don't want to." Perhaps, he should have attempted to pressure them into contributing, but Vol usually did things for Colouredclan, which nobody else opted to do instead. Therefore, the serval found no reason to force the other individual.
As Spaceparty mentioned that she had gathered information, brief surprise skirted his countenance - however, he wouldn't flip his shit over the fact that she had been spying on her own accord. Such wasn't a problem for him. He wouldn't bind everyone's every action - but he also wouldn't have been able to protect them, had they gotten themselves caught - that is, until now, anyhow. "Go on, Spaceparty." Nighttales would resound, offering them a firm nod to continue.
Euph, Imo, and Eclipsecub had also arrived, and to each, he'd offer a brisk wave, before focusing again on the group as a whole.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Strolls, huh? Nighttales tended to take them often during dusk, seeing as it was best to run time thin during then - during the day, on the other hand, everyone was awake, and doing things. The fact that Demios' contract bound him from physically sleeping, or experiencing any lack of consciousness for that matter, meant that he was up all night - and well, that was merely how it was. It wasn't any form of travesty, and if anything, it was somewhat beneficial. Less sleep, meant more time spent living, essentially. Anyhow, the serval drew to a brief halt by the pair, quirking a fictional brow. "Indeed, though it's a shame that the snow's all gone already." He'd resound with a heedless hum - after all, winter was gradually beginning to draw to a close, and thus, most of the snow had dissolved by this point in time. "Ah, Nighttales Xerses, by the way." He'd add, introducing himself briefly to the individual he wasn't quite familiar with.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Graveclan wasn't a clan he'd happen to recognise - and he'd likely illustrate it as either, a new clan, or one of those older ones which had eventually died, and was now being resurrected. Either way, he'd be curious to hear of the clan's contexts. Though for now, the stranger hadn't resounded with a singular word. Therefore, he'd simply seat himself by the others, raising a forepaw and offering a blithe wave. "Yo." Otherwise, he'd have to wait until they responded to his son's inquiries.