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i have no muse for perc
idk if i should kill him or what
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Posts by PERCIVAL
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]It had become apparent that Percival had unknowingly ingested a toxic substance for how his heath had declined. It had been a week since he feel comatose and his body had become emaciated and his coat had turned dull with a wire-y texture to it. The whites of his eyes had gradually turned yellow, a tell tale sign that he was going into liver failure. Two days after that did he simply stop breathing, his heartbeat soon to follow. While death was never forever nowadays, that mean everyone who died would come back. Lucky for Percival did he die quietly in his sleep, unaware of it and unable to feel anything but his subconscious mind being towed away.
[I may bring him back in a few months, depends if I can get my muse back.]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He had been encased in a dark room for what felt like a century. All that kept him company was the sound of his breaths, no dreams, no voices, and not even a thought. Being unaware of what was happening had been a bit frighting at first, but he gradually grew use to it after the second day. It had been a couple weeks since he fell comatose and finally died, but he simply thought he was asleep. At times he could feel his body move and shift, but he typically blamed it on his own imagination. He couldn't count how many times he wanted to scream, to move, to break free of the chains he felt where constricting him, keeping him trapped in this dark and never ending box. One moment he was itching to move, and the next he was suddenly greeted by light fluttering through the broken blinds and window of an unknown room.
Blinking his narrowed eyes to adjust to the light did he suck in a breath, adverting his gaze away from the light. Closing his eyes and wincing as he pulled his legs under him did he push himself up, his back legs giving out under him as he tried to rise. After a few tries was he finally able to stand, but as he pushed himself up did his head slam against a hard surface. Wincing once more did he duck his head and slowly move forward, clearing the wooden self that was above him. Feeling his way through the dark room did he find the doorway and push it open, suddenly and violently consumed by the harsh sunlight. Blinking his eyes rapidly until they adjust did he look around, unaware of where he was from the distortion that plagued him.
Rather than his ebony coat did he spot a snowy white body of a German shepherd, his eyes mismatched gold and indigo. An odd sight he was, but stunning nonetheless. Staggering to the side did he fall back onto his butt, eyes drawing to the ground. Everything around him spun and his head throbbed as if someone had a jack hammer going off in his brain. Cocking his head to the side did he lift his head up ever so slightly, eyes fixating on the group of NPCs that wearily began to appear before him.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]got my second wind for this guy quicker than i thought. he's open to pretty much everything, but feel free to ask if you're unsure!
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sounds good! who makes the thread?Crow
never give me options because it takes me a week to pick one xD
i'm game for any of them. do you want them to be aus or just normal interactions?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]As the words met his ears did they come across as muffled and nothing but a jumble of noises. For a moment did he not understand any of the words, unable to decipher what any of them met and who was standing before him. He did not remember his name or even what he was let alone how the speak the words needed to communicate. Closing his eyes as tight as they could go did he then draw in a breath, the memories of everything suddenly rushing into his body, hitching a ride on that single breath. Percival was not quite sure how to describe the severe amnesia he had at that given moment, but it been cleared now, but his mind still felt hazy.
"I'm fine," he responded after he opened his eyes once more. "Just a little dizzy." Right, okay, who was he? That was easy, or was it? He drew blank on his own name, but like before did it come to him after a few moments of trying to recover more information about himself. "Percival Fantasia. Nice to see you again, Wraith." The hound hoped that was the other male's name. The next one to arrive was unfamiliar to him, even as he raked his mind for a memory in case he did know them. In the end, they were a new face. "Couldn't be better," Percival responded, flashing the other canine a small smile that was meant for reassurance. His head still hurt, but it was nothing a couple painkillers could defeat. Heterochromatic eyes adverted to the apprentice, another stranger to him. Offering nothing but a simple nod did his eyes draw back to those he addressed before finally rising to his unsteady legs once more.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"Congratulations," barked the alabaster male as he moved forward. He had not heard his name among those demoted, so was he technically still an honorguard? Percival was not sure, but he would clear everything up to prevent any mishaps from arising. Taking a seat a few paw steps away from Alaska did his miss-matched gaze draw up to Cosmicknight and Samatha, glad to see Sam back to her old self.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Percival was a mess, confused and unorganized, not having a clue about anything. Maybe it was a side effect of.... Whatever had happened to him. He was unaware he had been dead or how long he had been out of it, but he wanted to get all of his ducks in a row before he started to return to his life. "Cos, Samantha?" Was Winter still here? Percival had not seen the other canine yet, but he would keep an eye out for the other. "I don't know how long I was out, but I wanted to clear a question up: Do you want me as a warrior or an honorguard?" The shepherd felt awkward for asking as he feared he might have been viewed as an individual who just wanted to keep their rank, but that was not the case. He was simply confused on what tasks he should be performing and what was appropriate for him to be doing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Luckily his home had not been disrupted or taken by another, but boy, was it dusty. His head had finally began to clear up and the brief memory loss he suffered from had been swept under the rug. Itching to do something did the odd-eyed canine begin a late spring cleaning. Percival pushed furniture around, tossing out broken stools and benches he would never use and dusted out each room. The cabin was only three bedrooms, one being his own room, the other for storage, and the main front room was the living room. His room was made up a mattress, two pillows, and a few little trinkets he had found. The storage room was empty, and the living room simply had an old leather couch with a rug covering the wooden floors.
The alabaster shepherd had finally swept out all of the debris from the living room and onto the front porch, letting the wind carry it away. It was high noon by the time everything was finished, and by then he was breathless and a bit tired. Exiting his cabin did he take a seat at the edge of the front porch, deciding to take a break to catch his breath.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He still was not use to the giant, loud exploding balls of fire in the sky, so when the first one went off did he nearly yelp like a pup. There was a large number of humans not far away from the territory, thus resulting in a louder boom that he had been expecting. Yes, he was born on this noisy holiday (it was pretty tacky, was it not?), but no one really needed to know that. He was not much of a birthday guy for why would someone want to celebrate you being one year closer to death? It was a morbid thought, but it was true. Nerves finally calming after being spooked did the alabaster hound exit his house and make his way to where the dragon skeleton laid.
Deciding it was not wise to climb the piles of bones at night did he simply lay down beside it on top of the large hill. Tilting his head back did he watch the colorful fire ignite the sky, a few NPCs gradually joining him after a bit.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Percival was not aware of any laboratories, nor had he ever been to one. The only humanization he had known was when he lived with his sister and her human owners for a brief time. They had been kind to him and he had felt bad for leaving one night, but he never regretted his decision. The wild was where he belonged, even if he resided in a domesticated dog body. It felt good to be back in the saddle, to meet joiners and to just interact with everyone for it felt like he had been gone a century (it was actually only a few days). Percival was clueless on what happened, but maybe finding out was not in his best of interests.
Heterochromatic eyes looked over the child as he sauntered forward, ears angling forward. It was a wonder how children made it on their own for this region was crawling with hawks and large predators that would easily make a snack of anyone unable to defend themselves. "Welcome to WindClan, kid," he said with a small nod of his head. He had quite a few surnames himself, but he only used the one that he believed went along with his first name better. "Percival Fantasia. It's nice to meet you."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]His siblings and he had learned to read and write at a young age as well, but a few them struggled at first. His older brother took a long time to learn how to read and never could figure out how to write while Percival had all the fundamentals down in a single week. Their mother had been very literate in nearly everything, so they had an excellent teacher. Writing was never his strong suit nor his favorite activity for it was near impossible when you had paws while using your mouth got rather trying after a bit, so he stuck to reading. Coming up beside his clan mates did he look at the child, tail wagging ever so slightly. There were so many children in WindClan lately, but as long as none of them were destructive or little hellions he would have no problems with them. "Good job, kid. If you need some help I'd be happy to help." He liked teaching children with determination to learn something, but if they were a complete stick in the mud would he slowly abandon chip one limb at a time. "The name's Perci. It's nice to meet you."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]The German shepherd had known Padme since his first day here, or, well, had seen her. Truth be told, Percival did not know a thing about her. It was a shame, but maybe things would begin to change someday soon enough, or now, but you couldn't get to know someone in a single day. Moving forward did the hound come to a standstill a few paw steps away from Sanctifiedpaw, odd-eyes looking to the alabaster lioness. "Hey Padme," greeted the wan-furred male before he took a seat where he stood. He would have to pass on a cookie for sweets had a bad tendency to give him a stomach ache, much to his dismay.
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maybe perc? a description of him is in his tags.
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Police
aand that's all i got
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ah okay that makes sensealright
cool beans. so i'll just stick mal in the rift for now and then he can come visit or stevie can and once musey has soviet settled somewhere mal will pop in.
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1. pineapple
2. shiba doge
3. john
4. no. 2
5. lil mama