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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]YAAASS PYRE NOW WE MUST PLOOOTTT


    "My, my!" A distinctly velvet smooth voice would be heard. And following was a white feline. Seemingly normal at first glance but as he slithered closer, you would see the right side of his face which was a patchy pink. A burn. But from what? That was a story for another day. Another strange physical feature was his eyes, rather distinct. Pure black with red and white pupils, almost ghoulish. He positively screamed 'CREEP!' but his mannerisms and words might just change that view. "I am Barron, m'dear! And you are Sel! What is that short for, may I ask? I rather like calling people by their full name and that is what I intend to do with you. If you.. don't mind, of course." The supernatural unknown choruses, dipping his head in a kind manner. But perhaps if Sel delved deeper into his known actions, she would know it was mostly a act. Or perhaps that was the wrong word. Whatever it was, it was not him.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"All this bickering does my friends head in. Mind ceasing in your debates?" The white feline inquired as he slowly dragged forth a feline whoms head had.. caved in. There was a strange dent by their temple and as for the feline themselves, they were drooling, eyes rolling and groaning loudly. It was clear that the hit to their head had done too much. And whom had hit the felines head in? Barron, obviously. But they wouldn't know that. He smiled at his 'friend', gave his forehead a kiss before setting him in his den and heading back to the others after tucking the 'friend' in, studying the injuries on the Shadowclanner. "I can help a great deal, Saturnnine. I gained memories from a medic once, and I do know some things."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The half faced white feline smiled at her, baring his teeth slightly and took a step forwards, his ebony gaze brightening visibly so at the sight of the female. "Well, well. It looks like I did right by coming here. I got a little lost, you see. My own choice." Getting lost was a wonderful experience. It was an animal feeling, getting lost. The mistake of not knowing where to go. Ears flickering, the male breathed out and began his explanation. "So, I am going to propose the idea of a mass ally feast? The idea behind it is that it is to strengthen the bonds between all of us and get us involved with other members." The white feline tilted his head, and leaned back on his haunches slightly. "I would be cooking all foods involved of course. The menu would include roast pork, stuffed turkey, chickpea salads and all sorts of fancy foods. I gathered most of the food ideas from a Chef's body I once inhabited but I got bored of that one quickly. He was rather useful, however." Barron remember the Chef. Red hair. Tousled hair, not to mention. Rather handsome. He had done a lot of people in that body.


    // so lufa, the idea would be that barron holds this feast but poisons all the food so that those whom eat it don't die, but get rather sick, like food poisoning? i would put it up in the thread of course so that if peeps want their characters to get food poisoning, then they know to let their characters eat the food etc.


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    Their playful warnings had bounced off him like plastic pellets onto a rubber hide. He couldn't forget what they'd spoken of, by all means. And despite what they thought, Barron wasn't a coward whom would hide in the shadows until dawn. He was going to march through those battle fields wearing his standard high, paws covered in the blood of friend and foe and he was going to declare, loud and proud "I AM A RAPIST!". Of course, not literally. But he guessed that this was merely a way of showing that. The half faced white feline would set the other down gently on the ground and terrifyingly gently place a kiss on her forehead, much unlike the horror he had been the other night. "Very glad I could meet you, Kaitlyn." Her name rolled off his tongue like honey and with a warm smile in her direction, he was gone.


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    Yet again, this was Barrons own way of saying his most used quote "I play by my own rules". He would set Merle's neice down on the dusty ground and study the expansive Bloodclan territory, releasing a blissful sight and recounting the days he'd spent in prison back when he'd possessed a humans body and used that body to slaughter before being jailed. He had a most delightful time. The half faced feline would press his nose briefly into the crook of her neck and whisper; "Lovely time, dearie." Before he would be gone in an instance, the presence of him still felt by the frostiness in the air.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Would people consider this a skirmish? Hopefully not. He wasn't attacking anyone. He didn't have the intentions of doing so unless someone provoked him enough into it but that would be a rarity. He went by his own rules. And he enforced that fact a lot. The white feline teleported behind the Sunclan nurse and gently attempted to gently prod her side before he'd pad smoothly around towards Jesse and scent the air. Hmm. This male was a rather exotic mix of scents. Where did he really belong? At the request, Barron smiled warmly as he normally did and conjured a bowl. "I do, but I do not truly belong here, so the best place that has noodles is Darkclan." He handed the ceramic bowl over, ebony gaze sparkling. "I'm Barron. Hello to you both!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"I'm going to be a little bit of an echo here, but don't call me Agent either. If you do." He didn't voice his threat. He merely smiled warmly at Oprah, ears twitching before he turned, his white tail dancing in the air and heading towards the main camp where he could announce the raiding.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]No doubt that seeing this female hosting a meeting would stir a little trouble within their small community. Thinking of Saturnine, well, he just knew. The white feline padded forwards with a smile upon his maw and nodded assertively in Oprahs general direction. But he swore to god, no that he liked the guy, that if Oprah called him 'Agent', he would do something bad.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Listening carefully to the announcements made, the white feline suppressed a snort of amusement and instead let his smile grow bigger. "I am in the process of getting Nivata's approval for a Mass ally feast." Barron added with a flicker of his alabaster tale, ebony gaze locking onto Oprahs own testingly. "And I am holding a raid from the weekly tasks." Basically, he had everything sorted and whipped into shape.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]As someone kindly swatted his paw away, and Barron noted the lack of hostility, he withdrawed his alabaster paw and instead waved at the two and heard Jesse, the warm smile growing wider. "Indeed." He spoke and at the next words, his eyes flickered back and the grin only grew. "A God." The supernatural unknown echoed except there was no note of wistfulness in his voice because he did not want to be a God. But he appreciated the words. Hearing Mori speak, the white feline turns his head and Nameless the fly suddenly appears, circling his head and then landing on his shoulder, rubbing its insect hands together as if plotting an evil plan. "Barron!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"I quite like the name Theodore. That might just be what I am going to call you." The half faced white feline spoke as he waltzed forwards, ebony gaze glittering as he studied the new addition to Darkclan, his teeth bared in a smile, ears flickering as he took in the words the other spoke. "Greetings m'dear friend. I am Barron. Pleasure to meet you indeed." His words were deliberate and his tone obvious.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"Okay Selfdestruction Felix-Go Deo-Ignibus-Xerses-Messorem-Inferno-Leeds-Proumaeri-Cor Leonis-Muzikant-Reaver-Euthalia-Resurgam. It is truly a pleasure to meet you. And thank you for actually telling me your full name, because I do so love having information on other people." He lifted his claws to his face, inspecting them and the glint as they caught the sunlight before lowering them back to the earth and studying Selfdestruction with a smile upon his lips, ebony gaze glittering in a way that most wouldn't be able to comprehend. He turned his head to the side and tapped his claws against the earth. She seemed chill and uncaring, he noted. He decided to delve further into this knowledge later. Now? First impressions and introductions.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"My dear, dear friend. The world isn't fair." Barron responded smoothly, tail flickering in interest as he closely studied Crackedpaws face, ears flat atop his head. "No, no, you were doing just fine up until the moment I electrocuted you. Please, introduce yourself." So. This was his Guardian angel? He supposed he could get used to it but he was not going to play by anyone elses rules. Only his. Only his. "Remember.. I work with blood up to my chin. Do not lecture, toy or interrupt in my deeds." Barron had an idea what guardian angels did. So he clued in on what the white tiger would be doing.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]His black eyes briefly flickered to Calla and the white feline smiled knowingly before his gaze flickered back to Lipstickstain and the feline paused for a moment before a hearty chuckle escaped his lips and he inclined his head to the side, whiskers twitching in amusement. He turned back to Calla, gesturing at Lip with his tail. "Notice how her speech changes? I realize I have influence but I didn't realize I could change peoples way of speaking entirely!" The supernatural unknown hooted, before turning back to the cannibalistic feline and nodding at her, ears folding slightly. "Well. Siblings rivalries, I understand. I had myself a little brother, you know? He tried hard to get along with me and me the same but it didn't work out."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]no problemo <33


    "I certainly want a confused animal wandering around my territory!" Barron spoke seriously, a smile remaining on his lips, leaning back slightly and shaking out his fur, ebony gaze studying the newly named Atlantis. Huh. Amnesiac. They were interesting people and fun to manipulate, very, very fun. He stretched his claws and began to slightly pace out of habit before standing still as the other spoke to his clanmates. "So, do have fun in Darkclan and try not to.. go wild on others, yes? Ta ta, dearie!" The half faced unknown chorused warmly before waltzing away with a slight spring in his step.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Humming a little tune, the white feline padded up to the scene and scented the murders that reeked. Huh. An Exiler had done this? Not well executed, even he admitted that. Murder was more then just death. It was art and should be displayed as such. However, Barron didn't mind people being messy, sometimes that was just their own style. His? Mentally scarring, bringing up the most horrifying images like the time he'd strung a chain through several bodies, put pins all over and put them up in a territory. Sending a message. He smiled and tapped the bodies before glancing around warmly, smiling. "You should be grateful. Food is food." As he said this, his eyes deliberately flickered to Kaitlyn before his gaze lingered on the corpses.


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