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Victory, elite, and games were the prominent triad of words picked out from the long announcement that he could fully understand. The rest were either small fish struggling in a sea of vowels, or simply too unfamiliar for him to pick out. Based off of how this Elitist carried themselves paired with their seemingly endless stream of things to say, he would put together some puzzle pieces and assume that they were an important face around the mansion. A very important face who was holding what many clans called "a meeting". Despite only being able to decipher a small fraction of what was being said, Cosmonaut would step in to listen for the sole purpose of murmuring funny Russian phrases in time to Audentia's moving mouth.
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The familiar smell of warm spices and bitter greens wafted under Cosmonaut's actively scenting nose as he entered the mansion from a outside. It was a wonderful contrast, the promise of soothing tea after exploring on a particularly chilly Autumn day. He almost wondered if the crazier few had killed him and this was his afterlife - properly brewed tea just didn't seem like the sort of art which Elitists took interest in. Suddenly the fowl rot mixed in and he was sure this wasn't merely a dream. With a naturally formed smile curving the edges of his maw the chilled wildcat would slip and slide across the smooth floors which he still hadn't gotten used to, his destination being wherever he could find tea.Now, Cosmo wasn't quite a tea enthusiast or anything of the like. Back at home in Russia his family poured steaming water over leaves and he simply enjoyed the result; flavours didn't matter to him since he couldn't tell you what green, earl grey, or black meant. Tea was bitter and his taste buds enjoyed bitter things. He was a simple serval. So all around the uncharted mansion ground floor he sniffed, making adjustments in his route whenever the scent trail grew stronger or weaker. Eventually he would find himself standing around in some sort of fancy banquet hall, tea aroma stronger than ever. His eyes were wide as saucers staring at rows of those fragile drinking cups sitting pretty with plates and tiny spoons meant for stirring in sparkly cubes of sugar. Slight confusion begun to settle in at the lack of teatime sweets - was this tradition across the waters from his home? Not wanting to offend, he approached the dauntingly long table and stood behind a chair somewhere near the middle while Tenebris finished up. Now he was more interested in seeing how different tea etiquette would be in the Elite than actually drinking it.
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Inspiration often came from the strangest places, and if someone told Cosmonaut he'd be painting himself a skull to wear as protective gear he wouldn't doubt them for a second. Lucius' display of creativity by designing decorative bones had left an artistic impression on the young male, while his ever-active theory that Elitists were part of a strange cult would seamlessly blend in to create a fantastic new idea: anti-brainwashing helmets. It only took him a few short trips to actually find the supplies to carry out his newest plan, one of them being to the place where piles of mysteriously acquired animal bones lay to rest. The magical goop which stained items respective colours was nowhere to be found so he had to improvise with some wild elderberries and raspberries; together they made his new favourite colour.Now he sat directly outside of the mansion, crushing up berries in preparation of painting them onto a specific canine skull which lay between his forelegs. Three other helmet candidates which turned out to be too large for fitting over his head were discarded behind him with no real use beyond staring at anyone who passed by. As his paws worked at drawing juices into a pool of purple, a happy grin adorned his features. If one were to watch the serval of few words working away at creating natural paints they might think he was having a gay old time while trying to mimic what he perceived as an artsy culture; though this remained true, the bigger picture was that Cosmo felt he needed to have something guarding his head from absorbing weird murder-y vibes from folks like Sebastyn. Call it a safety precaution like a documentary team might use while studying some new and potentially dangerous civilization.
When satisfying squelches turned into wet slaps against the ground he moved onto carefully smearing dark purple juice from the back of the skull to it's front in one clean streak. Its pigmentation had turned out blacker than initially desired, but there was still a hint of purple visible so he rolled with it and started on an outline which would stretch across the outermost edges - he wasn't quite skilled enough to attempt any fancy patterns or designs this time around. Once the paint dried, he would move on to gently hammering a worn out leather strip around the back so his split in half head protector would stay on properly.
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she might be a little grumpy pupper, but rigatona sounds adorable based off those tags oml dog characters are too good -
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:0c smapps! i didn't know u had a character here
now i'm hyped & penny looks cool hot dang& locking bc i'm going to copy this into plot discussions
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Normally one wouldn't find Cosmonaut present during a newcomer's initiation, but this one was too in his face to ignore. Avoiding Rigatona would have required him to either jump from the moat or walk straight back into the mansion while in the bloody spattered canine's clear line of sight; looks like he had to deal with the crazy looking stranger while the fancy Elitists were occupied with God knows what on this morning. A sharp inhale was all he needed to motivate his first couple of unsure steps, and the rest came naturally to him. Don't turn your back to anyone - not even sad puppies - because they could be faking, everyone is a murderer until proven clean. Keep your head up and maintain eye contact, show them who's leading the conversation (even if you can't actually speak their language).The upper half of a canine skull which he used as a sort of helmet slash mask would give him an extra boost of bravery in the final few strides which stood between he and the stressed young dog. They lay on their side heaving like an invisible force was actively sucking the air from their lungs, clearly winded from a difficult run. Then suddenly, out of the blue, it pushed to a labored standing position and carried on forth for a few staggering paces; this sent his heart racing and his body to the ground as a pitiful attempt at hiding. For all he knew this individual could very well be an escaped victim from the Elite's (alleged) meat locker! Out for blood, ready to kill anyone who crossed their path. ..The very thought was silly and he knew it; children weren't out for murder. So with a defiant huff he pushed those weary concerns down in favour of bringing himself back up to trot the remaining distance to reach Rigatona.
But then an actual resident arrived, a face with a working tongue which could speak soothing words to ease her scrambled mind. It was better this way, he probably would have scared the child with his choppy vocabulary; he wouldn't risk being kicked out for his risky plan of moving a complete stranger into a mansion which was not his to share. Instead of interfering he observed from a few feet away.
Tiny specs of blood glistened against what looked to be a super soft coat of cinnamon fur, adding a morbid sparkle to her appearance. Wordlessly the lanky serval listened to the mixture of ragged panting and Lucius' attempt to get someone into a right state of mind, gradually slipping away into his little Russian wonderland where speculations and hypotheses were born but never introduced to the outside world. Taking into account how the blood was spattered he could tell she hadn't ripped into anyone, nor had someone done the same to her; so by process of elimination he figured an attack happened and she managed to escape. He wondered if a band of bloody faced attackers might storm the moat soon- why wouldn't they? Allowing a victim to escape seemed like a silly idea.
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y'all
i started rping on a dsi app called flipnote hatena back in 2009
since it was a drawing/animation thing the whole rp thing wasn't intentional i was just being a lame 10 year old making bad videos, but then i start being a fan of deertrot and was inspired to "join" a clan holy shit. applications to join were literal pages of forms where u had to fill information in, draw your character or fill in line art with y/c's design, etc. characters were edgy and there was tons of drama lmaosome nerd got salty when one of my cats looked too similar to their cat everyone hated me i still see them on DA i can't forgetafter a few months of mcloving it i also joined wcrpg (probs early 2010 idk it was on + off) & long story short August was my 7th year of sin anniversary
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:0 cool badge!
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tracking, i'll probably come back with a short plot pitch in the near future
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The very specific scent which brewed tea boasted had initially caught his attention and brought him toward Tenebris like a fly drawn to honey, but it was the mention of one of his least favourite holidays which rooted the boy's paws in place. Halloween. Of course Elitists would enjoy such a twisted event, where blood and sweets mingled for a macabre eve of spooky hi-jinks. Cosmonaut figured it couldn't be such a great thing if his motherland steered clear from celebrating, but for the sake of learning he decided to stick around for a little while longer - maybe someone would start doing something which he could follow after? So far all he got out of this was "Halloween" and how there wasn't enough tea for this to be another tea party; it had to be a meeting about the holiday.Eventually the hesitant serval took a few steps forward to better include himself and swept the group for any hints he may have looked over from his previous spot. A familiar drip of rainbow blood escaped from Baby's mouth, which guided his attentive gaze toward the ground where it splashed; teeth freshly ripped from their roots were carelessly strewn about in close proximity. Thrice he blinked, but nobody seemed to react toward them in any way. Instead they were focused on a particularly ugly faced calico, one who appeared to know exactly what they were doing in front of a crowd. Since he couldn't realistically understand what was being said Cosmo would tune her out and move to poke at the fallen teeth since they ultimately held his attention best out of anything else going on around him.
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Cosmo's tongue lolled over a sharp set of canines as a lopsided grin stretched his maw wide open, a happy reaction to seeing what he thought to be the friendliest Elitist around. Vic was enthusiastic, excitable, and a fairly swell guy based off what was clearly presented through tone of voice and body language. Seeing the oddly dog-like cat was often one of the better highlights of a day filled with strange encounters, and he wanted to make sure the aforementioned individual understood how he felt by standing near him or offering a well-meant smile; but why not do both?With a pep in his step he cleared the distance between himself and the small gathering in an unsure half running, half walking sort of dance. Shortly after finding a spot next to Vic he flashed him the grin prominent on his features for the past minute and promptly slurped his tongue back up. Then, as his attention switched onto figuring out what was going on, his docked tail started to sweep back and forth in fairly slow swings. The puppy who passed out on the moat after giving him a strange look was here, so was a confident looking cat, and a powerful serval who seemingly called for their gathering. Nothing really stood out as useful clues quite yet, but he was noticeably excited by seeing someone of the same species as him.
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usually it doesn't happen to me but rip
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i'm tempted bc this looks pretty neat
tracking for now though
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fireball's tags wrote:acts chill but is really likely to set herself on fire in anger at any given moment
dude fireball is relatable af
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i mean
if you're down for silence hmu 'cause i've always got muse for cosmonaut
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#0d0d0d;]Muffled voices formed jumbles of mixed up syllables, conversations which would remain a secret in Cosmonaut's oval shaped ears; a wreck on the track which his train of thought ran on. All he could do to clear it up so the conductor could get back on schedule was walk away, or reroute to work at picking apart body language and silent social ques. As he cleared the corridors which stretched between him and the gathering of Elitists, it was apparent which option was picked - curiosity always did win him over in the grand scheme of things.
Quietly he glided into the room on gangling black legs, faintly brushing up against the blind boy called "Haiiro" so they would become aware of his presence sooner rather than later by chance; there were quite a few scents intermingled within the somewhat close quarters which everyone stood. Moliter. It was the first word which caught his attention upon entering, and it came from one of the young looking cats. A name perhaps? Lively green eyes flickered from Adrian to his self-proclaimed sightless friend as they stated their familiar name. It was decided that this must be an opportunity to introduce oneself, so that was exactly what Cosmo would do. "Cosmonaut." Firmly spoken by a smooth voice, confident in the single word which rolled out so easily. He suddenly sported a wide grin on his elongate muzzle, tongue discreetly poking out between the two sharp canines on the bottom row of teeth; a complete one eighty from his previously focused features. This was the first time he had spoken in public since his arrival last month, and quite likely the last for quite some time; he still had much to learn through simple observation.
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would anyone be interested in an experimental (private) quiet thread with cosmonaut? like, they're having a staring contest or something of the sorts but it's deeper than that and it would be a different way of forming a character bondi get if nobody's interested though, zero dialogue can be sort of weird (totally relaxing though)
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:0c yeah that'd be dope museyi'll pm u the link once it's up, which will likely be within the next 3 days
i'm slow
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