[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]i either want to get nos hurt or have him swich bodies for a thread
but idk what i should do first
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Percival shot Hornetpaw a glance as the jaguar came padding forth, not to appreciative of the foul language being dished out. Naturally, not everyone was the same, but he dropped the whole ordeal rather quickly. Stopping among his clan mates, he quirked a nonexistent brow at the large beast, only before an undescribed expression suddenly erupted across his features. Out of the two years of his life, never had he seen anything like this before. "Um... Hello. What business do you both have here?" the honorguard inquired.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"Noted." Percival had never seen the other creature before, so adjusting to the new name would be a walk in the park. There had been days in which he wanted to change his name to a warrior name, but, for now, he would stick with what he had. Within the clan was there an equal balance of warrior and loner names, and while the balance did not matter to him, it seemed warrior names were taking the lead.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]so my laptop somehow caught a virus and one day it will be fine and the next it will not work at all. i hate posting on mobile and i loose my phone every ten seconds so replying on that is difficult, so my inactivity will be worse than i thought it was. i might find a temp for perc, but for now i'll see if i can fix my laptop on my own since i'm on vacation and have no idea where a computer store is.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Right, so his little game would not include a gun or even bullets, but just a burnt tongue. Instead, he decided to put a little twist on it. Having found a ton of bread rolls, he hollowed each of them out, stuffing most with candy of some sort and others full of the hottest peppers he could find. It was an old trick he had picked up during his time as a loner. "Who's up for a game of Russian roulette?" called out the panther as he appeared outside of the cabin, setting the rolls out in a row. "There won't be any guns, but instead we will use food. Each of us will take a turn of eating one of the rolls of bread. Most are filled with candy, but some are filled with peppers."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]i'm in a timezone that 2 hours earlier than the one i'm use to and everyone keeps asking why i'm tired at 8pm
cause 8 for them is 10pm for me
it sucksI started watching shadowhunters and holy hell is it good
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"That's kinda the whole point," the jaguar spoke, eyes shifting to Praguepaw before nodding at his last question. Of course you wanted to avoid the pepper and not consume one for avoiding the bullet and the one to not get shot in the head was usually the winner in the actual version. While Percival had not played the actual game himself, he knew quite a bit about it. Looking to Win for a brief moment did his eyes shift over to Wraith ], a faint and rare smirk erupting across his face. "The pepper we're using is, according to what a read, is the hottest in the word: The Carolina Reaper." There was no way in hell he was going to test and see if it was really the hottest pepper in the world, so today was the day he would figure out if it was true.
"A pepper is a hot vegetable," the honorguard said. Nodding as everyone stated they were playing and such before looking to Vader and cocking his head to the side. "I don't know how you can play without eating, but I guess you can." Not eating it and just opening up the bread defeated the whole purpose of it, but he supposed it could be done. "And we're not making bets." Taking the bread did he give every one four rolls apiece, and out of the several rolls of bread, there was two with the peppers in them. "We'll start with Prague. Eat one roll and then we'll go down the line."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"I like it too," the male said as he appeared at the scene. Socialization was never an issue with Percival, so he was more than happy at the idea of an event such as this. He still had to hold his movie night, which he assumed was too late since the invites had been passed out without the actual even taking place. Maybe at a later date would he host it, hoping the invited clans had forgotten about it then.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]The name was unfamiliar to him, yet he still felt remorse at the idea of having lost a clan mate. Hearing the call for the funeral did Percival approach, only to come to a stop a among his clan mates. His eyes drew over everyone here before finally resting on the body, or what was there to mourn for, before he took a seat and drew in a breath. "Rest in peace," he murmured, those being the only words he could think of to say.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]i need some body suggestions for this dude. his info can be found in the spoiler below.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He was glad he did not have flowers shadowing him everywhere he went, despite how harmless they were. It was an interesting power, but one he prayed he would not acquire himself. His shape shifting and super strength would suffice, even if he used them on extremely rare occasions. "Percival Fantasia - welcome to WindClan," spoke the honorguard as he silently padded forward. "Would you like a tour?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]When it came to weapons, Percival relied on himself and only himself. Bow and arrows, daggers, swords, that all did not work too well with animals. Rarely did they ever hit their mark and left you wide open to an attack. His teeth and claws were all the weapons he needed, despite how little he ever engaged in combat. The ebony jaguar padded through the jagged trails that weaved and twisted through the moor, heading back from a stroll around the territory. It was then did he spot the stranger out of the corner of his eye and found himself coming to a standstill. Turning his head to face the other male did he then inquire: "Who're you?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Percival came up beside his clan mates, indigo eyes instantly directing themselves to the note that sat before them. He read it once and then twice, absorbing what they meant and expressed. Notes were a somewhat uncommon way of saying you were leaving, but it was much better than someone vanishing in the dead of night. While the male did not personally know Littlepaw, it was sad to loose a clan mate. "What a shame.". Expelling a sigh did he then turn and pad off, seeing as there was no longer a reason for him to remain here.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]i kinda want to change perc's name but idk if i want to ??
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Percival had arrived shortly after the strange male finished his last words, missing the self-conversation they had with themselves. The honorguard never talked to himself like that, but he did scold himself on occasion when he messed simple tasks up. It had been awhile since he had done that, but it was not too uncommon. Coming up beside his clan mates, the panther rested his indigo-hued orbs on the other male, tail tip flicking to and fro. "Welcome to WindClan, kid," he spoke, "Percival Fantasia - nice to meet you."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]i already have a bunch of name ideas
but i'm afraid i'll change it and then regret the change
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]The creek was a frequent stop for him as it was where he drank and cooled off. There was a pond, but it was filled with algae and other nasty sorts of contents. The water tasted rotten, thus making it rather useless to him. Upon hearing the commotion did the ebony-hued jaguar pad forward, eyes instantly drawing to the deer. For a moment did the doe register in his mind as prey, but as it spoke did he realize that was not the case. "Hey, guys," greeted the honorguard before he took a seat, examining the strange deer for a few seconds longer.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]A snarl escaped the panther's jaws as he eyes stared aggressively at the intruder before him. It had been your average situation, addressing and assessing an intruder, that was until they turned hostile. Threatening and attacking Percival had been the final straw, both sustaining their own cuts and tears as they engaged in attacking one another. The intruder was in the form of a tiger, putting the honorguard at a slight disadvantage.
Emitting a snarl did the tiger suddenly charge forward, slamming into Percival head on. Rearing up on his hind legs did Prrcival bat and claw at the tiger's face until a hind leg slipped out from under him. Then sudden missing appendage sent the panther backwards and tumbling down a steep and rocky hill. Reaching the bottom of then hill did his head then slam into a large rock at the bottom, instantly knocking the panther out. It had been three hours until he regained consciousness, his attacker having fled right when he made the fall. His head throbbed and his eyes were sluggish to look about, mind fuzzy as he tried to figure out where he was.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"I'll take one," Percival rumbled as the ebony panther came padding forth. He could not recall if he even completed his last weekly task, but this time around did he plan on actually performing it.
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