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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Stevie's a little too... fighty, to be properly sympathetic. She shows her pity by protecting whoever's the victim like a motherfucking dragon, shadowing them royal guard-style because she can. Syn's stuttering and incredulity at being accepted into Windclan immediately puts her on Fighty Mother Mode. "'Course, we got an auto-acceptance policy," she says. "Name's Stevie, by the way. Welcome to Windclan."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Stevie doesn't normally swim. When she does, it's through necessity, like cleaning off your wounds. There are dryer ways of cooling yourself down. Anyway, while her fur's short, it kind of sticks up like burrs. It's not sleek and smooth like otter fur. She offers Praguepaw a nod in greeting before taking a seat with the others.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]What. What the fuck is this. Stevie knows what reading and writing are, but she's never bothered to learn. Seems like she has to, though. She sits down, blinking at Maelstrom.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Healthy lifestyle? Stevie guesses that doesn't usually involve fighting everyone. She takes a seat reluctantly.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Oooh, fighting. Definitely her thing. "I'm down," she says.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]...All right. Why the fuck not. Stevie seats herself beside Kate, offering the others a neutral nod in greeting.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Stevie is present in a rushed track post because Skull has to go.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]pL S BEAR W/ ME i n EEd to cOMMEnt on sOMe HTING


    "Isn't that Winter's girlfriend?" I'M GOING TO CR Y[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Stevie drops to a crouch when the lightning strikes Percival, her bristling fur and trembling legs forcing her to cave in on herself from sheer terror. After that, things seem to calm down, the still eye of the storm, but the hurricane is in her lungs, in her heart, rushing through her veins and consuming everything in its path. She comes back in bits and pieces— first her breathing, faster than the speed of light, slows down into something bearable. Then she straightens up with aching slowness, like any sudden movement will provoke another attack. And then—


    "Is he okay?" she says, quiet, glancing over Percival. "Are you— okay?" Her voice is barely above a whisper.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]I'M SKULLCROW I'M AT YOUR SERVICE SIR/MA'AM/LADDAM HOW MAY I HELP YOU[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]What the fuck.


    Why is the metal fuck talking to her. Who gave him the right. What the utter fucking fuck. "It's Stevie," she corrects, like Vader can't squash her with a single paw, like she's ten times his size and a hundred times his superior. "And if Perc says it's okay, then sure." There's no reason for The Boyfriend Of Wintersoldier not to, but she takes delight in leaving it up to someone else's hands/paws.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Well, at least she's not alone in not knowing how to read. Fact is, she doesn't see how life-changing this can be, other than being able to decipher some of the notes other clans leave on their borders— and even then she can just wait for someone who's literate to translate it for her. But, whatever, she'll get this shit done. Long strides bring her to stand before the paper sheets with the alphabet on them.


    "Huh," she says, staring at the strange hieroglyphics. She turns to the other three nearby, considering her options. They can most likely figure this shit out better if they cooperate, but her pride gives her a reason to rebel against the idea. But she's not alone anymore, is she? She ought to get used to working together with her clan-mates. "Hey," she says, blinking at Kate, Praguepaw, and Arabella, "wanna team up or somethin'?"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]/pats u both awkwardly bc i'm not good at comforting ppl


    @gearpaw why does everyone i meet gO TO SLEEP SO LATE honestly tho i usually don't fall asleep until it's in the single digits of tHE NEXT MORNING[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]"Dittoing Win and Jonny here, honestly," she says, her voice a lazy drawl as she follows the others to where Kate's heading. She's never had a green thumb, though the idea of growing something, even just a plain green shrub, has always appealed to her for some strange reason. That's not something she'll share, because it's a little embarrassing thought to have.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Nice, more music stuff. A softer side of her wants to learn how to play some of them, and she moseys forth curiously. The guitars catch her attention, a slight leaning toward the instruments with a gleam of— longing? "Huh," comments Stevie.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) bc even if stevie is also a virgin (somewhere in the distance, my feminist ideals are protesting at the word "virgin") and like "wtf why are u all so sex-obsessed" she'll prob do this because yeeeeeees[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]giggles at stevie's h A[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]/ok wtf tracking 4 now[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Not again. Jesus Christ, not again— and defenseless Padmé, too. She almost bristles at the others' defense of Duskmire. Does he not deserve to die for doing this to two clan-mates? It's ridiculous, is what it is. But she keeps her thoughts to herself as she sidles over, eyes hard and muscles tense.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]

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