Posts by ? Matthew

[justify]I know, although most tend to stay away from me anyways, at least here, it seems they're afraid of me the sha would respond with a shrug. He doubted he would end up with helpers when it came to fighting, as he wasn't quite the best thing to touch, nor did anyone else think he needed help in general during battle due to his rank.[/justify]

[justify]Congratulations to all those promoted Mattie would nod as he made his way over. And ah, his mentor was an equal rank to him now, that, he didn't know whether was cool or not, but he would probably figure out sooner or later.[/justify]

Sure, who makes? c;

that's okay c;

bump!

[justify]Ah, he appeared a bit late. No, more than a bit late. And that made their appearance a bit awkward on their part. Silently making their way over to Francis, who was his mentor, the sha would seat himself in silence, his faint yellow gaze on those who were talking as his rabbit-like ears perked up.[/justify]

[justify]There appeared to be a small dilemma when he arrived on the scene. He would have probably gone nearer, but having seen the Slytherin, he had fallen short. Oh, he knew Hufflepuff, such as himself, were common prey for Slytherin, and because of that, he didn't really trust going by the other, the sight of them made him uncomfortable all together. He knew he shouldn't be afraid of them, he wasn't some little kid anymore, but he still rather be safe than sorry, Matthew knew that from experience, plus a unhelpful influence who was afraid of everything and seemed to be apologizing 24/7, like himself, who he seemed to pick it up from.[/justify]

[justify]I honestly don't think the exiles know how to hold a conversation, sometimes even with themselves Matthew would hum softly, his faint gaze blinking. It was true, he had never been to the exiles, he'd probably be dead now if he had, but from his knowledge, they were a group of rouges living together, and just functioned a bit like a clan, meaning they probably just protected their pride and maybe a few other things.[/justify]

[justify]He hadn't plans for the day, none at all, but that led him to a problem. With nothing to do, what could he do to help Blizzardclan? But ah, he knew of something, something that would be helpful, a patrol on the border looking out for exiles would help, right? Well, he had assumed it would. After all, it wasn't like the exiles weren't being a bother lately, and besides, perhaps if they took notice that some guy with electricity bouncing off him was here, they might choose to stay away. Or so, he had hoped.

It had taken place on the stairs, or at least, at the top of the stairs. He had come across a loner, or so they portrayed them to be, and had requested name and business. When they hadn't given him their name and business however, he had requested for them to leave, but oh it appeared they had other plans for him. It appeared they even know of his powers, perhaps having even watched him for some time before then though, which seemed to lead to their idea of simply giving him a shove. Down the stairs. And with that shove, the apprentice could probably be found in a broken heap in front of the main floating island, lifelessly lying on the ground, his faint yellow gaze staring ahead, no glow escaping any longer.

//this is only temporary, he will be back soon! c;
please don't kill me ^^'[/justify]

Disastrous relationships are the best relationships in my opinion

ooo I torture my baby too much

[justify]I honestly don't understand the point of house elves, they're basically slaves Matthew would whisper softly, unsure whether or not anyone actually bothered to listen to him. He personally thought it was all quite cruel to make small creatures do your work for you, he doubted they even got paid.[/justify]

[justify]I wouldn't enjoy slaving over people all the time doing whatever they need the blonde would respond to Whit's statement. He thought that sounded horrible, why would anyone want to do that. If he were a house elf, he would probably at least want some sort of payment for his work, plus the choice on whether or not he actually wanted to do it.[/justify]

[justify]In all honesty, they hadn't actually been gone that long, but, it had felt long to them, and because they had found a new body, why not come back as soon as possible? Besides, he had to get back before someone made a stupid mistake over his death, like maybe try to kill the cat who had killed him. Which he didn't want, as he wasn't that type of person, even if the other had killed him. Padding up the steps, which he now held a fear to, the small caramel coloured feline would make their way to the border, his now violet gaze looking around for anyone to intercept him.[/justify]

Lmao mattie maybe? He's a cat for once so maybe this'll work xD

(he's ref is in his sig btw)

Noted + understood c;

[justify]Matthew Williams, rejoining I guess I could say? the feline would ask, his voice sounding confused. Honestly, he didn't quite remember what to do when it came to joining, so hopefully he was doing it right, and if not, well, he would probably end up facing a few problems most likely.[/justify]

[justify]He didn't really like the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt, it just seemed weird to him. Too weird, and very uncomfortable. He wanted to hide, hide away from everyone. But there was no cover on the open beach, he only had his towel, and his flip flops, and of course, his swimming trunks. Now if he didn't have those, then he probably wouldn't be here. Looking around, the glasses wearing blonde would search for somewhere to set his stuff down mostly out of confusion.[/justify]

[justify]Err.. thanks Mattie would nod to Niko before he looked over at Whitepaw. Ah, same ol' whitepaw, wanting to keep his distance. Whatever, he couldn't care less about how the other felt about his return. Taking a breath, his calm would only last momentarily for the fact Francis had found his way onto the scene. Oh great, he was going to be told off for this wasn't he? Are you alright? the combatant would ask as he noticed the hurt in the other, as well as the injuries. Oh great, Francis had gone and done something stupid while he was gone hadn't he? Honestly, he had the feeling this would happen. [/justify]

[justify]You just don't understand, all you do is sit around and be lazy while letting your head teacher protect you over your mistakes Matthew would reply, anger flaring up momentarily inside him before he quickly covered his mouth with his hands. Oops, perhaps that hadn't been a good choice, but he still thought it was best to get back at the Slytherin while he was fairly safe around the other houses. Francis wouldn't hurt him here because of that, right?[/justify]

[justify]Ah, this seemed a first for him, he was actually having some sort of an idea for the clan, wow, that never happened with Pie's characters. Padding towards where the highpoints normally hung out, which actually included himself at times, the feline would look around warily, unsure why he was so nervous. Perhaps though, it was the idea that his own idea would be turned down. Tama? Anyone? Matthew would call out, deciding to draw attention to himself in hopes his presence would be noticed quicker.[/justify]

[justify]So, I have a small idea, it's nothing too big, but it seemed interesting to me, so perhaps you'll find interest in it too, so basically it's a character development thing where one would hopefully become more developed and known, perhaps even raising activity, if you find interest in something like that I could perhaps tell you more? the feline would respond, his long pelt bristling slightly as he looked to the two. Alright, maybe the idea was good, maybe it wasn't, he didn't even know what brought him to think of it, but oh well.[/justify]