Posts by » poe dameron

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Alright, maybe Poe was a little more rusty than he thought. It had been a long time since he'd fought anyone and the attack had been pretty sudden. For a moment, he saw more than he felt the jarring impact on his shoulder, finding himself being pushed to the side by Maku's paw. Shaking his head a little to clear it, Poe ignored the now-throbbing shoulder and scrambled to his feet and attempted to snake forward, aiming to sink his teeth into the wolf's shoulder. He doubted it would work, but he had to give it a shot, right?

// i'm so out of practice with fighting, so... sorry in advance

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Sounds like fun," Poe said, grinning happily. The game sounded like a good time, in all honesty, and it was a chance for him to stretch his legs a bit. He hadn't actually been for a run in a long time, and hide and seek was all but a myth to him; he'd played it maybe twice as a kit. Plus, this could be something he could employ on a battlefield. Or in an actual manhunt. "Count me in."

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// short because technically i should be doing homework right now

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"It's good to meet you, too, and welcome to StormClan. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Poe said, making sure he was as friendly and welcoming as possible. He was still rather new, though he'd been around for a while, and knew that it could be nerve-wracking to join a new clan. Of course, he wasn't sure if Downloading Simulation even had nerves, so maybe that didn't apply here. Still, it was good to be hospitable.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe had been ordered by Auroradweller to organize these gift basket things and he would be damned if he was going to fail on his first real assignment in StormClan. The baskets had to be great if they wanted to increase bonds like Auroradweller wanted to, and they had to be delivered with both haste and friendliness. He knew he wanted to see to some of their allies himself, mostly those from the Libra Alliance who were considered to be of the most importance, but given how many allies StormClan had, it would be impossible for just Poe to go around making deliveries to all of them. Not in a timely fashion, at least; he wasn't Santa Claus.

So, he sat, delegating over which clans he wanted to bring the baskets to. He had done some research into their allies and, after some thought, he made his decision. He knew what he was doing - sort of - but was still somewhat nervous as he called, "alright, so, I have orders from Auroradweller that we're supposed to be increasing our bonds with our allies, and we're supposed to do that through gift baskets. I will be seeing to RiverClan, CloverClan, and The Arcane myself. However, I can't do this alone, as StormClan has many allies. I need one basket to be taken to each of them in a friendly, timely, and efficient manner. This is to deter any possible Blackheart Rogue attacks once they see our strengthening relations; it is, therefore, of utmost importance. If a clan offers to help with our situation, please don't turn them away, but report to me with the offer so I can relay it to Auroradweller. That's all I have to say. Thank you."

// clans [strikethrough = claimed]; riverclan, skyclan, the arcane, windclan, thuderclan, cloverclan, tribe of submerged paradise, phantomclan, solarclan, fortress of lakara, tribe of burning dreams, gravity falls, the badlands

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// dude that sounds awesome

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe glanced from Avalanche, to Malia, and back to Avalanche. He liked Malia, and knew she was responsible enough to stay close to the group if she were allowed out, but she was also a kit and that made her vulnerable. That made her a target. He sighed, thinking on it for a moment before stating, "if Malia wants to come, I say let her. I'll look after her personally. She'll stay within my sight at all times and won't wander off at all. Isn't that right, Malia?" He was speaking to Avalanche for the majority of it, only looking away from her when he voiced the last part, turning his gaze to the kit as he asked his question. It probably wasn't his place to say all this, but he thought it might be a good learning experience for Malia and he was sure he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Well, here he sat. Poe had put a lot - perhaps too much - effort into making these baskets. But it had been a task from Auroradweller and he knew it was important, and Poe had a tendency to go a little overboard on things that he knew were important. He just didn't want to mess up. So he had come to The Arcane border with a basket full of gifts, hoping someone of a high position would come along to discuss the current situation in StormClan.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe nodded. That seemed easy enough. Of course, the story might take some embellishing; he couldn't think of any particularly happy stories from his time before StormClan, but he could make do. "Got it." He said, and he was going to head off when he noticed how stressed Dottie looked. He moved a little closer to the Master Warrior so that he could lower his voice as he asked, "you doin' okay? You don't look so hot." His concern was written clearly in his voice. He'd had panic attacks before and could recognize symptoms; this one looked bad. Like, really bad. He didn't want to leave without knowing Dottie would be okay, even though he didn't know the guy very well.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe thought this weekly task was appropriate, all things considered. There had been a lot of stress in the clan lately and he thought some fun stories might be nice to take the edge off. That said, Poe wasn't exactly certain if this weekly task was appropriate for him in particular. He hadn't had a good life before StormClan, and while there were some small anecdotes that felt appropriate for a 'fun story', those were far and few between. Poe spent a while thinking, and then eventually decided on a couple small stories he could tell. "Okay, I have a few stories to tell if anyone is interested in hearing them," he called, and then he sat down to wait for the arrival of other clan-mates.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Doing his best to heed Auroradweller's advice, Poe stumbled back less than gracefully, hoping to avoid getting hit by Maku's shoulder. Once he was out of the way, he moved around the wolf and attempted to bite down on his tail. He knew it was a sensitive spot - it was for him, at least - and hoped he could cause enough damage to gain the upper hand. Or, well, upper paw.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Finally, his last stop. Poe was exhausted after walking so much. He had only been to three different clans, but it felt like a lifetime. He seated himself on RiverClan's border, waiting to be noticed. He fussed with his basket a little bit, straightening things and making sure it looked perfect. He had time to mess with it and wanted to make sure it was the best it could be, so he figured he might as well spruce it up while he waited.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe flicked an ear, a nervous habit of his, looking up at the canine as she walked over to him. "Hey there! I'm Poe Dameron. I'm with StormClan, here to offer this gift basket as something to help strengthen the relations between StormClan and The Arcane. Do you happen to know if I might be able to speak with your leader or deputy?" He pushed the basket towards Oceantempest, flashing on his signature winning smiles. "It'd be greatly appreciated," Poe added, and then he fell silent while he awaited her response.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15pt; margin-bottom: -62px; margin-left: -19px; margin-top: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: left; color: white]♛ one hell of a pilot[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid white; width: 411px; height: 109px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 60px; opacity: 0.99; font-family: candara; color: black; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Poe, with all the war efforts lately, had been rather stressed and thought that a game of truth or dare might help alleviate some of that stress. "I'll play," he said, sitting while he waited for some others to join in.

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