Posts by PANTHER L.-D.-H.

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    PANTHER
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    THE BLACK KITSUNE

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    PANTHER: A black creature born of the darkness and mysterious midnight is exactly who this lady is and always will be. With a pelt color to match, this name is practically a perfect fit on her; not to mention, she is a bit on the large side in terms of height and weight.


    ILLUMINATIS-DEMORE-HYDE: Her family names, passed down to her from her mother, Stargit. She is particularly connected to the Illuminatis name.


    (Edited 4/9/2016 - American date)




    APPEARANCE
    SHE MOLDED HER LOOKS, LIKE CLAY, INTO HER TRUE SELF:
    Height: 8 in.
    Weight: 4 1/2 lbs
    Breed: Red Fox (Kitsune)
    Biological Gender: Female
    Age: 2 months and 3 weeks
    Aging Ratio: Real-timed
    Markings: Her whole body is a peculiar, solid black, which is unnatural for most foxes, but not so uncommon that it's unheard of. Her tail is also a paintbrush-dipped white, identifying her as a fox since most foxes hold such a hue on their tail-tips.
    Eye Color: Panther's eyes - like the bark of mahogany trees - are light brown in hue.


    Panther walks with a confident, strong stride and lives up to her namesake in that sense. Her shoulders bob up and down as she walks, giving off the wild look of a beast, which manifests itself in her body language. Her head is often raised ever so slightly because she knows where to step before she steps, and therefore, there is often no need to stare at the ground.


    Her chocolate-colored optics often seem to be lost in thought as she racks her brain for new ways to attain her objectives. Her claws are often never out; especially not out of sentiment or a just-because-I-can kind of reason. She adjudges unsheathing a set of claws to be like drawing a katana: a threatening act. And threatening is certainly not how she wants others to see her.


    Her fur is frequently well-groomed and coated in the fragrance of moss; after all, who likes the smell of spit? It's also short, bristly (when combed wrong) and soft. Of course, upon it lies the scent of her Clanmates and fox as well.


    Compared to other red foxes her age, she is rather tall; about the size of a fennec fox or a cat of the munchkin breed. She's already half the average height of her species - even at such a young age - and probably has the genes to grow taller than is normal once she reaches adulthood. This may also be the result of being a kitsune.


    During her childhood, her fur will look more grayish or brown rather than black, but her fur will get darker with age, just like any other red fox. As for an explanation to her black fur, maybe it's simply because this mutation in foxes has been helping them in the wild lately or maybe it's because of some weird spell a random person cast on her. Maybe the spaghetti God blessed her. No one really knows, though, and it's honestly not a topic of concern.


    Due to her mother's genes, she also has a large patch of galaxy located on her belly. It's hard to spot, really, unless you flip her over, which shows that she's mostly made of organic fox genes ... unless, of course, she isn't? But we'll save such a story for another day.


    STATS
    NOT A PAPER CRANE; NOT A PAPER BOAT; BUT A PAPER TIGER.


    Each will increase depending on her interactions in certain threads. I probably won't cap her unless she's like ... sick or something. Whenever she's in certain events, she'll spend a few of these. If she gets to zero on any of them, she risks falling ill, death, etc., naturally.


    Aging will also make these go up, but only every real life month.


    STAMINA: 4
    BRAWN: 2
    SPEED: 3
    NIMBLENESS: 1


    INTUITION: 6
    CHARM: 4
    BRAIN: 4
    EMPATHY: 2


    PERSONALITY
    SHE STEPS INTO THE DARKNESS, TWO EYES GLOWING LIKE JEWELS


    Allegiance: TBD
    MBTI: ENTJ
    Alignment: Neutral Good


    Gender: Female
    Romance: Biromantic (may focus on guys earlier on in life)
    Sexuality: Bisexual


    Hard-working; logical
    POSITIVES: Panther always tries her hardest. It doesn't matter if she's trying to do 3-step Algebra equations or something as simple as twirling a pen; she will give every fiber of her being to complete her goals. She loves the thrill of achievement and loves earning fame, fortune and respect ... What more could anyone ever ask for, right?


    Extrovert; dominating
    NEUTRALS: However, things can get a bit hard for her at times, but not necessarily in ... external activities. Rather, internal relationships with herself and others is a matter of which she often dislikes talking about. After all, those are her weaknesses, and ... Well, vulnerabilities might as well be sins to her; especially with her life. She has set up all of her interests and goals to meet her dreams (and often, those of the people around her as well, as long as she finds nothing wrong with those dreams).


    Trying to pursue so many things at once can cause her to spread her control thin. Ironically enough, this is exactly what she fears to do and she often makes this happen a lot. Not to mention, she can be - at times - hesitant to do things because of this fright she contains. Even worse, she regrets not making a decision if and when she becomes scared.


    Critical; insensitive
    NEGATIVES: Still, those aren't exactly the worst spots of her personality; these are. Her harshness, her critical words, her lack of care for emotions ... These are all parts of her that she has not come to recognize as minor faults in her own behavior. Rather, she sees them as things that make her above others, which can cause her to act arrogant or uncaring for the negativity in others' words. With this mindset, it's easy for her to hurt someone else psychologically, mentally or even emotionally without even trying to do so. Maybe this effect is simply caused by her mass amount of intelligence, bottled up anxiety and unattractive, analytical words? Not that anyone knows, though; not even her.


    Desires
    ROOTS: Panther's visions are like gold in her eyes: priceless and perfect and worth everything. If she sets a goal, she will complete it if she deems it to be worth the trouble, even if it is excruciatingly hard to do so.


    She also likes being in power of projects, missions, tasks -- you name it, she'll probably want to manage it. While at times, she prefers to do things on her own, she's not against educating others on how to get the job done, either.


    Panther pushes for progress and improvement persistently. Anything less than her best is unworthy and pathetic and disappointing in her eyes. Not getting anything done is like walking through mud on bare feet, kneeling on salt or even chugging a whole bottle of hot sauce; you don't do that. For another thing, not doing anything is pretty boring. Who likes being bored?


    BRANCHES: To get her goals accomplished, she also expects those on her side to be competent. If she plans to hunt down a deer and someone comes with her to do so, but that other person hasn't even caught a mouse before, that's honestly upsetting and outrageous. When things just don't add up, she fixes things and enjoys to do so. However, she prefers to get things done right the first time.


    Panther doesn't quite use an iron fist to lead people, but lays out rules and such instead and tells her people the consequences of breaking such rules beforehand. She also specializes in laying out an idea, telling people how to do something, what to do and why. Her insight can be rather handy to have around.


    She also aims for perfection ... and it's obvious to see how this can often affect her personality. Rather than being just any old flower, she aims to be a rose with thorns and all to accompany herself. Logically, she thinks this is a good thing and at times, it can be. But don't be surprised if she gets upset being unable to always having things her way.


    Fears
    ROOTS: The main motivator of Panther's entire being is to have control. Oddly enough, this is merely because she fears being controlled by someone else; especially, against her own will. Thus, she prefers taking up leadership positions and being able to keep this positions as long as possible. Being in such a role makes her feel safe, comfortable, above all others and akin to someone who knows what they're doing.


    It shouldn't be much of an eye-opener that she hates being wrong as well. Perfection is what she strives for. While she understands it is impossible to attain, it is still enjoyable and productive to reach as far as she can to bring her ideals to life. Therefore, when she sets a goal to do something right and ends up failing, this can lead to her doubting herself, feeling worthless and questioning her own intelligence, even if briefly. She has compromised to avoid this occurrence any way available to her, if it is a reasonable decision.


    She also hates to miss out on cashing in on an opportunity. Missing out on something that could ultimately decide her fate and/or what she has invested in is something that builds up much emotional regret within her. She does her best to think upon and analyze situations as much as possible because of this, but does slip-up at times and may hate herself in differentiating moderation depending on the repercussions of said mistake.


    BRANCHES: Wanting to be in control constantly can be a bad thing, as most would know. It can lead to anxiety or stress when confronting someone that has misunderstood her entirely, such as thoughts that she's "evil" for the way she comes across to people. This can cause her to feel very self-conscious of her public image and how others see her, which takes even more effect over her considering she is a girl that wants others to trust her so that she may guide them when necessary.


    Revealing her weaknesses is something that she fears. She enjoys hiding them when she can or making them seem like strengths instead of vulnerabilities. However, not being as flawless as possible is something that disturbs her. Hearing another point a flaw of hers out is enough to make her freeze with fear and fretfulness.


    At the same time, she also fears never opening up enough to other people, which can lead to her bottling up her emotions or exploding in odd bursts. Evidently, she has a hard time controlling her emotions. Despite being so insightful, emotions have never been easy for her to deal with.


    Quirks


    Ignorant to the notion of clocks or calendars, Panther often looks up at the sky to tell what time it is and often comments her thoughts on it out loud. She will likely do this several times throughout the day. Sometimes she says it as a signal for someone to hurry up or get a move on, but other times she finds that it's merely an action of habit.


    Partially because of the above quirk, she often arrives to scheduled meetings (or any event, really) as early as is reasonably sound. Afterwords, she probably spends the rest of her time strategizing where to sit, how to sit, what to do, etc. if she didn't do so on the way there. She also does this to get impressions out of people, but that's more of a benefit and/or a side-effect to what she does rather than the reason she does it.


    She will also keep a scrapbook of events (similar to a diary) to record certain instances in her life. It may be seen once or twice in public, but will almost always be hidden somewhere only she knows about. She does this because she (secretly) has a fairly poor memory and also likes remembering (or keeping note of) certain periods of time.


    She is also part of The First Order and was captured into it as a child. She tried to escape, but was caught and brainwashed into being part of the organization. While she still hates the program, she now wants to participate in it with every bone and fiber in her body.


    RELATIONS
    AND A HUNDRED YEARS IN SHADOW, SHE WILL STILL BE ROARING;


    TBD


    ROLEPLAY PLOTS
    NOT WITH THE VOICE OF A FOX; NOR A TIGER; BUT THE NIGHT.


    I have a lot of plots planned out for her, but for the sake of keeping plots exciting/etc. (if I can manage to write that good, which I try to) I don't want to say ALL of what will happen as a result of some of these things. However, these are events that will happen to her (according to my current plans). NOTE: This list is not in chronological order.



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    (I know enough about doubt and hating myself, to tell that you now know it too.)
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    — I DIDZ IT


    sweet!! this is going to be so much fun! :D


    gonna go make her first thread soon. do you think some kind of sparring thread sounds like an interesting situation to introduce her into, or maybe one where she's asking people for books because she wants to learn how to read?


    or maybe there could be one where stargit introduces panther to the clan or something? that sounds cool too :3[/fancypost]

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    — that sounds like a great idea!


    i can image stargit being that mom that stands in the bleachers during her kid's soccer game and screams 'gO GET EM PANTHER, BEAT THAT KID UP'
    while panther is like "um ok mom thanks" and blushes nervously


    lol xD


    also maybe star might not know she's a kitsune? like maybe assume she's a regular fox since she'll start out with one tail and i plan for her to grow another one later on, which will start to reveal the fact that she's a kitsune. i imagine that it won't exactly be a "shocking thing" to discover, but a slight surprise nonetheless.[/fancypost]

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    — Racket could be her biological parent if creep is okay with that? But if not, maybe he could adopt her and maybe she just has an NPC biological dad that's not there for her anymore? Like he just didn't stick around to parent her and left or something


    on another note, is it okay if i make the thread, creepster?


    omg. can't wait to see if panther ends up actually end up having to fight someone and is just all like
    "o~o so ded rn. y u do dis to me mum"


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    — Panther had never met her Tribemates before (besides her mom), nor any members of the Taskforce. However, she had been in for a rude awakening when her mom had yelled super-duper loudly to get everyone's eyes on her. Panther jolted awake from where she had been taking a nap with a twitch of her tail. The black fox cub's eyes were wide-open now and her ears were up and alert.


    I should get up and see what's happening! she mused, albeit a bit apprehensive to actually interact with others. Her fur flattened down, appearing silky, shiny and supple once more. Panther certainly did want to be ready for anything and not just some useless cub on the sidelines; so, the pup - short as a gnome - toddled over to the event after thoroughly grooming herself. She enjoyed being presentable; especially, when she was unsure of herself.


    The petite canine tilted her cranium back to gaze up at her mother and spoke in her soft, smooth, shining voice. "Mama, what do I do at a sparring session? I mean, I think I know, of course, and I'm really excited, but ... well, I just want to make sure! Haha." I hope I don't do badly.


    The tiny child swiveled her head and ears around the clearing, trying to observe what others were doing already. She was truly clueless, but knew she wanted to and had to participate. There was no reason not to, right? Gotta be ready for anything ... Like what, though?


    The statement sounded pretty ominous. Clearly there were things about this activity that she was already not understanding. Still, she smiled, sure that she would prepare while she still could for whatever this entity of "anything" was. The cub also made sure to wag her tail like a dog, as if excited, but was actually scared stiff.[/fancypost]

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    — i had no idea!! sorry about that mix-up ^^'


    having racket fight her sounds cool! also this would be a good opportunity for panther to either make a friend or a rival or something with him. and also for her to boost her stats, since i gave panther, like, rpg stats that i plan on developing with her over time!


    when i think of two baby animals fighting
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    — / maybe panther can resurrect your muse? if not, sorry that your muse isn't so hot lately ^^' hope you get more writing inspiration soon ^^


    Panther straightened her posture as the taller canine strolled over casually, a cocky grin on his face. Too cocky. He must be very sure of himself ... Whatever we're doing, he's probably really good at it.


    "Um ... you seem like you'll do good," she commented awkwardly, analyzing the male's lanky legs and furry physique. She stared up at the maned wolf, her brown oculars locked onto his peculiar frame for a few moments. Everyone seems to be taller than me, she thought worriedly. For a moment, she tried to stand on her tippy-toes, but then dismissed the idea as silly.


    I can't go walking around like that. Too uncomfortable ... and it makes me look like I really want to be tall. But, well ...


    The midnight-furred whelp glanced up at her mother again, simultaneously noting the position of the sun. "Seems nice out, huh? ... Anyway, why is everyone larger than me? Why aren't I as tall as ... well, him?" Panther pointed with a paw to the fire-pelted wolf (Racket).


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    — yeah. panther's still 2 weeks old, just about. does racket have any prior fighting experience? he'll probably win if so. even if not, i think panther just isn't physically trained enough to win a sparring match, especially at her age, so sadly she is very likely to lose. rip smol child.


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    — powers hurt when you first get them for sure, or at least, that's how it's been in my character's experiences. i had this character called Jaggedinfluence and while he was a kit, apprentice, etc., I'd always have him get headaches from his Super Senses, and have them spaz out and make him look somewhere really far away. Very unpleasant to get frequent headaches, haha. :3 I know from experience as well


    hello ridiculousness!! how's it going?


    also ToBD is pretty fun so far! really enjoying it here ^^ i think i'm going to end up playing panther for a relatively long time.[/fancypost]

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    — This place was ... odd. Tucked away from the gigantic forest she had stumbled into was a tiny, safe and hidden grotto, secret to the rest of the world. She blinked her big, round, orange eyes, smelling the fresh, crispy air. This place was certainly different from the rest in every way, from aura to appearance ... but why?


    "Hello ... ? Anyone around that can help me?" The black-furred fox blinked her bright eyes once more, absolutely amazed by all the greenery here.[/fancypost]

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    — Panther shrugged at her mother's suggestion, but really didn't like her ideas or thoughts in general. After all, going under somebody didn't sound very ... satisfying. They could sit on her or pee on her or something. Ew. And she also decided that she did not enjoy the idea of being small or having to "fight" or "spar" people.


    But, she did want to look good doing it - that was for sure! "What's fighting and exploring and what's a trick and what's an enemy and what's an everything-you-just-said?" she asked, very, very confused about all the big vocabulary words her mother was using. It all sounded like jargon and gibberish to her naive little ears.


    She then faced Racket to note what he had to say. He makes a lot more sense than my mom, she noted, very confused by everything that was happening, but still not much.


    "Oh ... Okay, I guess." What's a species?? I guess height means .... that I'm tall or short, so that's ... it's height. And what does cuteness have to do with suns?


    This was all very perplexing for the young female. As a white wolf - Racket's mother, she inferred - trotted over, she noticed how different the two looked. On another note, it seemed the really tall male with the orange fur was named Racket. "Hm. I'm, um ... Panther."


    It felt rather weird for her to say her own name rather than to have others say it for her. Not that it mattered too much, though. "So ... what are we supposed to be doing again?" Was she supposed to be running around the taller wolf or something? Sounds odd ... but maybe it'll make me faster or something?


    She still hadn't really grasped much understanding as to what they were doing yet.[/fancypost]

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    — Panther was always unfailingly rather verbose unless she was getting some shut-eye. As the discussion took place between her and Racket's mother, her eyeballs grew wide with trepidation and the youngster was - uncharacteristically - dead silent. Does she ... like Damon? What was so wrong with liking this someone named Damon? Judging by the tone in her mother's voice, the galaxy-skinned lady was visibly unable to stand them.


    As she witnessed the conversation from behind a boulder, her mother began to disassemble into a mere substance for no reason in particular, as if reality had just fallen apart at the seams. Panther's entire body suddenly went rigid; her blood ran cold with fright. "Stop, stop, STOP!" she wailed as loud as she could, scuttering off in the direction of her mother.


    The shocking idea that her mother could possibly vanish at any moment now hit her like a sack of bricks. This isn't happening! This can't be happening! "Help!" the whelp yelped, screamed, cried out for anyone to stop the madness that was going on!!


    / Anyone's character has permission from me to powerplay grabbing her, if they want.[/fancypost]

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    — While the arguing was surely stressful, she enjoyed learning new but surprising, unsatisfactory information. She didn't know she'd be waking up this morning to listen to two people squabble over what was right and what was wrong. From the sounds of it, that "anything" she had to be prepared for a few days ago was probably this "ThunderClan." Not that she knew of or had proof of what they had done.


    Another thing was it seemed that the Taskforce was ... banned from the Tribe? Or maybe one person? Maybe it might as well have been both. Panther always seemed to be sitting on the edge of her seat, but she was getting used to the feeling of conflict.


    Better not say anything, or they might get mad at me. "..." The pup watched the two silently, an expression of anticipation on her face.[/fancypost]

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    "Um ... I'm a gal. Or at least I think I am, but that's beside the point. Someone told me that I could get treasure here! And go on quests! So, if this is true and all, give me one, if you can ..."


    She examined the spectacled bear for a moment before adding, "You are a questgiver, right? I don't mind what quest I get or anything. I just want some treasure."[/fancypost]

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    — @creepster -- yo creepster, threads with panther? like that exploring thread!! we could think up, maybe, the weirdest place ever for them to walk into and have that be the place. and maybe it has some mythical inhabitants or something


    or they could accidentally cross over onto another territory's land and get in trouble, that would be funny xD


    @beast -- also, when do you want that thread to happen? i'd prefer thursday afternoon or wednesday night (4/14 or 4/13, american date system) but it's your call really. ^^[/fancypost]


    [justify]sounds great!! who should make the thread? i'd prefer if it wasn't me as i have state testing tomorrow and thursday so my schedule will be a bit cluttered with studying and preparing and stuff ^^' but i can try anyways and make a thread tomorrow if you want!


    EDIT: woops wrong acct[/justify]

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    "I have ... no idea what that is. Can I have a differe- WHAT THE HELP ME PLEASE!!" A paper flew out of nowhere and viciously (did I say viciously? I meant gently) attacked her face, words already written across the page. She clawed at it, leaving a petite hole in the middle of the stained vellum. It was a hole in the story ... and this also might've been subtly breaking the fourth wall. But who cares, right?


    "No idea how this got here ... That was - well - bizarre, to say the least! But hey, uh, it has a picture of an old guy on the side of it, so will you take it because I really want treasure or does this not count because it ... strangely, erm, popped into existence?"


    The vixen pushed the notepaper in front of the questgiver, careful not to tear anymore holes into it with her sharp, retractable claws. Upon the paper was written a story:


    Panther broke into a run down the halls of the sacred sanctuary like a wild horse, twisting and turning and prancing ever so elegantly with every movement. The excitement of exploration showed radiantly across her facial expression. Hers was the investigative -- and the secretive.


    Her misadventures had finally taken her somewhere useful in life; so, it shouldn't have been a surprise for her to savor the moment, even if uncharacteristically so. Panther never had been good at containing her emotions.


    Nevertheless, the black fox skipped down the halls until she saw two portraits hanging on the back wall of the wooden, abandoned refuge: one of youth and one of adulthood. The animal in the silver frames had once held pearly white teeth, only to change into yellow, blood-stained spikes merely used for killing those who got in her way. Her fur, once tame and combed to society's bidding, was now curled and kinked almost intentionally, as if to impress the masses of a coliseum. Her eyes, once an innocent hue of a wheaty brown, golden sunset had evolved into the rusty, reddish color of someone who was staring at the blood on their paws.


    Panther shivered as she noted how the animal in the pictures seemed a lot like her: obviously feminine, black-furred, rather large ... but it probably wasn't her since that wouldn't make any sense unless something was just plain wrong with this place. And there was a good chance that the setting did hold some sort of logical, systematical malfunction, but assessing the inconsistencies in realities was not why she was here. Soon enough, the renowned, young explorer and writer extraordinare summoned forth a leaflet of paper and a quill - as well as her signature, dark gray ink canister - out of thin air.


    Then, she began to write; she began to witness; and then, in the end, she faded away into the forgotten abyss, which was full of those left behind by time.


    "Seems like, ah, interesting stuff," she commented awkwardly, staring blankly at the amalgam of symbols in front of her. Not that Panther knew how to read or write, of course.[/fancypost]

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    "Put a rock on a stick or something and stick it in first, maybe? Just to make sure nothing scary is on the other side. Not that I'm afraid of scary stuff, but I don't really ... well, think anyone likes having scary stuff happen. So it's best to not let scary stuff happen, then, if we can stop it, right?"


    Panther wasn't sure if she should really be speaking up. Really, the adults probably had this in the bag, but ... she was just making sure, after all ... She just really, really didn't like having bad stuff happen.[/fancypost]

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    — Panther blinked her eyes, big and wide. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and wondered what she should do. She didn't want to say that she couldn't catch prey yet since it apparently was not glaringly obvious enough for Deathstroke to take notice, yet at the same time, wanted to help. But it won't really help anyone at all if I lie, now, would I?


    "Er, well ... I don't know how to do that ... yet ... and all ..." She would've stared at her paws, but instead shrugged as if she didn't care (because she didn't want to look weak or dumb) and waited for Deathstroke to tell someone else to go get one. Better yet, though, why not do such a thing herself? "Anyone that knows how to, er, hunt mice and keep them alive doing so, please find one! We really, really need one right now."


    Listening to Deathstroke's next suggestion didn't sound pretty (in fact, she disapproved of it a great amount); so, she said, "I don't think that's very good to do ... I mean, because he could go in there and see bad or scary stuff. And maybe not come back, even if he doesn't mind that. And it would make me sad if that happened, too, because he's good for the Tribe. So, um ... yeah."[/fancypost]