Posts by The Vagabond

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Any threads with this angry sinnamon roll?

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Vagabond didn't sleep in camp, with all those people he didn't trust? Yeah, that was a hell no. So he slept in his park he found. He needed to be able to take care if the garden anyways. Not that he would admit that it was him taking care of the garden. No way in Hell. But today was one of those days were he was kept up by nightmares. Nightmares of times he had been kidnapped and tortured, killing as mercilessly as he killed his victims. It wasn't fun. So the male was walking the streets to clear his head.

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Vagabond watched Lucilion dash off to get Clark some water. He flicked his tail in annoyance as he was left with Leo and Clark. Not that Leo had said anything since he arrived. Vagabond didn't quite worry about Clark, knowing that he could easily rip him to shreds if he so desired, but still. The Brotherhood was an unknown entity. Their actions may not be as pure as they seem.

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@Hayley: Sure, who makes?

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It was sweltering in his mask. But he couldn't exactly just take it off. Not when he didn't trust this clan worth shit. If only he had his face paint. Then he would at least be able to take off his mask while he slept, or if it got to hot, and to eat. Yeah, his face paint would be very welcome right now. He sighed and looked down, staring straight at the very things he had been thinking about.

"The hell?" He muttered and poked the jars. No way they were what he though they were. He took one into his paws and began examining it. It was. Would this even work on fur? He looked around on the ground, not seeing his brush. And then it was there. Conjured to him. He blinked softly and picked it up in his mouth. Okay. Yeah opposable thumbs were a no. So this was all for naught anyways.

Well. He had magically summoned three jars of face paint and a brush, and he had flowers that grew from his footsteps. Maybe he had another ability. The male set the brush down and stared at it. Come one. After a few seconds of glaring the brush feebly moved. Bingo. The male looked around, glad for the privacy of the park and took off his mask. He took a deep breath of cool air and set to work after conjuring a mirror. Red forehead to just below his eyes, white face, black around the eyes with a spike coming down, black alongyhe bridge of his nose, three lines across his mouth, and from the middle of his cheek to his cheek bone was all black on both sides of his face.

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Tbh, I'm in school as well so I can wait

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"A leopard. A mercenary." He said to the kit. I mean who could be a dick to children? Certainly not him. So of course he answered her question as truthfully as possible.

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'Ry-' It was short. It was the beginning of his real name. Something he hadn't told anyone in this clan. The culprit quickly corrected himself and said Vagabond, but the slip up was in no means unnoticed to the mercenary. He calmly looked at Michael, pushing down the rising panic.
"Yes Michael?" He asked, he voice betraying a bit of his emotions as he reached for his mask.

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Hm. I had to think about this. Like what is his backstory? I mean I was hoping for them all to be human to animals, but we both now Michael's been around the site awhile.
Maybe we could use fluid time and stuff and Michael is a human but when he got changed into an animal he went back in time and lost his memories?
Just and idea TBH because I would love for your michael to be in this.

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The mad mercenary was on a mission. He was determined to find Michael and have a chat with the male. Clearly he npknew who he was, but at the same time he didn't and Ryan needed to know what the hell was going on. So the male was walking along the streets, face paint and mask on.

{short starter is short

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Vagabond took this as his cue that he could freely walk in the territory. The male walked into the city, deciding that he needed to aquaint himself with it if he was going to live here.

{https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2361749.new#new here's the thread and oh my gosh that should totally happen!

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@ Ridi: Heyo friend! It seems every new clan I join I know some one there or someone I know joins like three seconds later! ^^

@Nial: Sure! Who make?

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Vagabond padded over to the lights and began examining, trying to figure out what was wrong with them and what the best course of action would be. He frowned, noticing that the wires were a bit worn, the protective casing beginning to wear off around certain parts.
"Do you have any electrical tape?" He asked An'ei

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There. The leopard quickly made his way over, weaving throigh the crowd of NPCs, gods they were worse than back at home. At least there they knew to duck out of the way when they saw the masked man. Here he was just another clanmate. But now wasn't the time for remembering home. Now was the time to get answers.

"Michael. We need to talk." The Mercenary said as he caught up to the male.

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That's a lot of stuff

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The sudden appearence of a sword in the tiger's tail caught him off guard, but it was gone just as quickly. Ryan noticed the bloodshot eyes, and narrowed his eyes from behind his mask. He was never one for drinking, but he was also fairly certain Michael didn't have a drinking buddy, so that meant he got wasted alone.

"We need to talk. You know me. Or at least you think you do." Best not to mention he kinda knew him as well.

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Yeah, maybe Michael could have amnesia from when he was a human? I mean if you have him be a human turned animal.

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"Only guns, and throwing knives." He said, a bit uncomfortable with what Michael seemed to know about him. Especially since he told no one in the clan about his past.

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That was more than enough to set Ryan reeling. Michael knew. He knew who he was, his name. He kne who the Fake AH Crew were. He knew everything. Could it really be Michael. Inless it was only this dimension's version of Michael. But Ryan didn't wantbto believe that. Didn't want to believe this was his michael either, but his options were kinda limited.

"So. Were you human once too?" Welp, fuck subtlety

{ Jack is usuall depicted as the getaway driver/Second in command and Gavin as the hacker/ the 'golden' boy

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Vagabond flicked his ears softly. He's only recently become an animal. But who knows how long Michael had been here? He didn't know for sure.

so you met a version of everyone. I'm going to guess that includes me as well." Ryan said. He could already feel himself beginning to trust this Michael, I mean how could he not?