Posts by CHERVILTEA XERSES

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As the sound of her soft teasing trickled out from behind him, the male's aureate oculars widened, and he'd jump in slight surprise. However, as his gaze whirled around, and he happened to spot San's familiar features, alongside a subtle glimmer of amusement traversing her jade oculars, he was able to sigh in relief. He had been pretty nervous.. But, somehow, her teasing had put him at ease, and he was able to resound with some light laughter. "Gee, you scared me there." He'd respond. "A true ninja at heart." He'd add, a brightened smile traversing his maw.

However, quickly, he remembered what he had been looking for her, for.. Why he had been.. Why he had been wanting to speak to her. His cheeks burned beneath his fur, as he came to the realisation that she was.. here. That he had found her and that he had to.. Yeah - oh gosh.. There was slight panic running through him - not because of San, not at all.. But, because he was very sure that he was going to mess this up, someway or another. He was the type to blunder, or to stammer, or to struggle to say things right before getting something wrong or messing up somehow. He didn't really know how he was going to make a blunder out of this, but it was bound to happen. There was a very, very slim chance of this going the way he, uh, wanted it to go. The way he wanted to say it..

But, at last, he couldn't sit there forever. It seemed as if she were worried too, after all. "H-Huh? Oh yeah, yeah everything's fine don't worry! Nothing's wrong!" He'd assure her, trying to silence the whir of thoughts in his head, and the quickening pace of his heart, as it hammered against his ribcage.

The collie actually paused for a moment. He could have backed out.. There could have been an 'oh, I was just wanting to check up on you', or 'how are you doing', that he could have mentioned, to make his way out of the situation.. But the truth was that.. he didn't want to lie to San. She deserved more than to be lied to, or to be played around with, just because he was a nervous wreck and a complete dork at doing things like these. He.. wasn't going to back out. Well at least, not until he got a rejection or something. That was also fairly worrying, but he knew that.. it was better to mention it, than to wait too long, and regret it, when it was too late.

"Um, actually.. I, uh.." Cherviltea paused, biting down on his tongue - canary-hued oculars skirting the ground, before lifting to meet her own. "San, I uh.. I just wanted to u-uh, let you know that.." 'Let you know'..? Who the hell says that? "I-I really like you San, I uh.. I don't know how to explain it, really.." It would have been better if he didn't stumble around with his words, and attempt to describe why she made him feel that way, but oh no.. Chervil's mind wasn't really.. working, at the moment. "I really like it when you're around, and when you smile, and when you laugh.. Even when you tease me, or jump at me because I'm too dumb to make my presence clear before saying hello. You're also, uh, way stronger than I am.. There's no doubt about that actually.. And I really respect you for that. But, uh, I don't know, whenever you're around, and whenever you're happy.. My chest m-makes this weird.. feeling.." Makes this weird feeling..? What.. What was he saying? He didn't know, actually. He could barely hear himself above the frantic beating of his heart, as if it were thudding in his skull, and making it difficult to actually hear a single thing. "But like.. Like, it isn't bad. It's like.. It's a feeling of warmth, that I've uh, never really felt before. It took me a while to um, decide on what it was actually.. I wanted to think it through but then.." Then, Bloodclan had taken San. "Then I realised that I was taking too long, just thinking about it and.. "

Oh no.. Did.. Did people even talk this goddamn long during confessions? He didn't know.. He really didn't know a thing, actually - he was just.. nervous, and the thudding of his chest in his heart - no, his heart in his chest, way beginning to make it even more difficult to think through what was coming out of his mouth.

"S-So here I am, probably messing everything up but, I um.." Chervil paused for a moment, before opting to reveal a.. stick, of sorts. Okay, yeah, probably didn't look too great when you saw it from afar. But, coiled around it was a necklace - a crystal dagger tied with crimson string. "I know you prefer flowers when they're actually in the ground, so I didn't get you flowers but.. I've had this necklace for a while and.. Actually, don't ask me why I wrapped it around a stick, I don't know why I did that either but uh.. Because flowers are normally in a bouquet and stuff I just thought that-" The canine had been so nervous, that as he brought forward the necklace, he had.. accidentally managed to drop it. His aureate oculars widened, heart skipping a few crucial beats in his chest. And that's how his confession came tumbling down - if it hadn't already crashed and burned. As soon as he could, really, he'd quickly tug himself downwards, to pick it up, cheeks burning beneath his fur, the world spinning around him, even if the only person he really could pay attention to at the moment, was San.

/ dUDE DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT I'M THE SAME,,

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]/ trACK BECAUSE O H FUC K MY HEART

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Chervil hadn't been there when the child had confessed to San.. Chervil was pretty sure that, had he been there, he would have only made everything a whole lot worse. He felt a little guilty, in brute honesty.. He felt guilty, because he happened to have a crush on the same person, as Happykit had. However, who knew, there was the possibility that San wouldn't like him either? He was.. yet to find that out. "Hey, Happykit, how are you feeling?" The collie would inquire, about the child's cold, of course. It.. probably wasn't within his right to ask them how they were doing, after his confession to San. "A nature walk sounds like a great idea! Uh, mind if I come with?" Was this.. a good idea? He didn't want to make things worse, he really didn't.. Chervil couldn't quite deny his own feelings but.. Well, who knew of what Happykit thought of him now, really.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]let's just call him seto for now

Seto had been.. unfortunately late, actually. He clambered onto the train last minute, sighing with relief as he managed to find himself onboard merely a few moments before the train jolted to a start, and began rolling along the tracks that would set itself on its way to Hogwarts. The fourth year Hufflepuff would struggle to find a compartment that wasn't already radiating with noise, or bustling with several friends.

It was then, that he managed to stumble across Jonathan's compartment - the sole space with only a single individual seated within. A hopeful grin would tug at his lips, and he'd briefly knock on the door, before attempting to shift it open. "Ah, mind if I sit in here? The rest are full." Hopefully he wouldn't mind too much, though Seto would understand if he was saving seats for some friends, or perhaps wishing to remain alone for the rest of the journey.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Alarm crept across Chervil's expression, at the thickened metallic stench of blood that drenched the air. He'd approach shortly after Blue had already arrived - though, it didn't seem as if Wraith was all too happy. "You can't.. You can't seriously be saying that you're going to let your attitude get in the way of saving your son, can you? She needs to know what happened, or how deep the wound is, or anything you might have picked up within that time of waiting." The collie would add in response, fictional brows furrowing. "That, and you are very capable of carrying Scout back to camp, if the situation is dire. It makes the procedure all the quicker, and there's no point in complaining if you didn't exactly do anything to reduce the space between yourselves and the medic's den." Chervil didn't enjoy taking part in arguments, but he wasn't going to allow Bluemonarch to take the blame for something that wasn't really her fault. She had come as quickly as possible - he was sure of that. "So I would suggest that you calm down, let Blue do her work, and tell her as much as you can if it involves saving your son. Now is not the time to act brusquely." The canine wasn't used to kicking up a fuss, and whilst he had no problems with Wraithstatic, he wasn't going to sit by and watch people act condescendingly towards his comrades, either.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea didn't know Cos too well. He knew him as a leader, most certainly, but not as a close friend. The collie had been taking an early-morning walk, observing the sun rise above the maw of the horizon from somewhat of a distance, whilst weaving his way through the territory. It was a rather.. relaxed day, so far - given that the day had barely started. However, considering all that had gone on recently: Bloodclan having attempted to take San most prominently affecting him.. It was indeed, a very tranquil day.

That is, until the harrowingly familiar scent of metal, condensing in the air, had caught his attention. It was then, that a bloodcurdling call for help had brought his canary-hued orbs to widen, and he immediately tore himself from the route he had been taking, and towards the hill that Cos had descended down. He skidded to a halt by the edge, glancing down in alarm, before spotting.. an unfamiliar wolf, at the bottom of the rut. However, the canine had quickly identified himself as Cos, triggering his throat to tighten.

Nonetheless, he'd suck in a breath and attempt to call down towards the leader. "Hang in there, I'll get help!" Chervil would call, before immediately ripping himself from the scene, despite the concern weakening his limbs, he was determined to get help - medical help, most likely, though any help would mean hope for Cos, at this point in time.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]A Medic is needed in this thread.
What are the injuries?: cos has fallen and cut himself on some rocks, as well as part of his limb having been torn off
Preferred Medic: i know that tapioca has this covered, but just to let the other medic interns know too

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Ah, it seemed as if another Riverclanner from the interaction project-thing had arrived. That was great! It was thrilling to meet individuals from another clan, really - though than again, it was nice meeting other people in general, whether they be joiners, allies, or well.. Anything else, really. "Hey, I'm Cherviltea Xerses! It's nice to meet you!" He'd greet the other with a light smile, and a dip of his head.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"You have eyes too, and a mouth, you can explain what you know and what you see. Really, it's not that hard." At the moment, Blue would have to busy herself with countless other things - if she requested for help, then it'd be real helpful if Wraithstatic had actually told her of what he had seen. "And the fact that he has a neck injury would be a great thing to add. Either way, if you're gentle enough to keep him steady, then the worst of what would have happened would have been permanent paralysis, which sounds a whole lot better than death, if you've really been waiting for as long as you say that you have." Nowadays, it wasn't that difficult to do anything. Use super speed to navigate briskly between two spaces, and get something done. Telekinesis to lift a body as small as his son's. Conjuration, to conjure a goddamn stretcher, if he wanted to go that far. Even fire elementals, to burn a wound shut. Not everyone had powers, but he was pretty sure that Wraithstatic had an array of them. That, and Chervil didn't quite believe that hours had passed. For an awfully panicked man, he seemed to believe that time went by rather quickly.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Snakes. Snakes didn't pertain to a particularly good memory, within the the collie. He wouldn't voice the slight shiver that crept across his spine, at the shape of the legless-reptilian, and instead, he'd try to force a light smile to traverse his maw. "Uh, Basil's a really nice name! What made you think of it?" Maybe there wasn't a reason at all, actually.. But, when he was trying his best to distract himself, he managed to spin whatever questions that would come to mind.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]In a way, Chervil wasn't all too surprised. He'd seat himself by Livewire, briefly blinking at the two, before offering a quick dip of his skull. Wraith had certainly been someone whom he hadn't quite been a fan of, though there was nothing really wrong with Scout. Due to that, he was able to sport a brief smile. Though, otherwise, he fell silent, and waited for those whom had actually known the two to say their farewells.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Ahh, sorry, I don't think I've ever actually met him." Chervil would respond to Livewire's inquiry, rather meek in his reply. He supposed that, if he had never met him, then that went to say that he had probably never seen him.. Either that, or he had seen him, and they had simply refrained from introducing themselves to one-another? That was always possible. Still.. If Lessa's father really had left her, then he could only imagine how she'd feel when she found out.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"I'll give you a hand!" Chervil would volunteer, drawing to a halt beside Meg. He wouldn't be able to help out with the camera, so it was pretty fortunate that Meg happened to have the ability to conjure things. It was a little.. peculiar, how Livewire wanted a camera for some reason, but he supposed that they'd find out eventually.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Chervil didn't think that Warcry was presenting himself wrongly at all. The collie happened to think decently of the individual from Texas, even if they hadn't spoken much at all. He was nice, and Chervil appreciated that.

The rain happened to be another topic at hand. Chervil didn't mind water when it fell from the sky, really. In fact, it was somewhat refreshing. Though, he supposed that seeing the sunlight reflect upon the lingering dew after a heavy rainfall, was all the prettier to see. Nonetheless, it was the thunder that got to him. Violent thrashing of sound and light, interwoven in the sky above.. That was bloodcurdling, and something that he could never fully accustom himself to.

He'd flinch, slightly, upon hearing the harrowing roll of thunder someways off. "G-Gee.." The canine would murmur, voice wavering beneath his breath, as his fictional brows furrowed slightly. It was then, that there was the collision between two individuals, and a small group had uncannily formed. "Are you two okay?" Cherviltea would inquire, hoping that they hadn't hurt themselves in the meanwhile.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The collie would approach shortly after Zedekiah, and though how he had phrased the regular question seemed a little.. harsh, it would probably suffice just fine. Cherviltea would halt by the wolf, curiously blinking canary-hued orbs down at the stones that the child seemed to be hiding himself among. "Uh, you can come out now, we won't bite!" He wasn't sure if that was really.. assuring.. But, nobody was going to hurt them here. The male couldn't really picture anyone in Windclan brashly hurting a stranger with little reason, nevermind a child.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"I agree, though I do suppose that it's pretty normal to have some people leave frequently.. It's been happening in a sizable amount lately." The canine would nod, seating himself beside Livewire. Wraith and Scout's departure hadn't been particularly uncanny, seeing as the former had harboured sour-feelings towards the clan for a while now.. But, there were some others, too. He couldn't quite say that he had many ideas, though.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#76B07A;font-size:26pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]THESE ZOMBIES IN THE PARK[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#76B07A;font-size:23pt;letter-spacing:-2px; margin-top:-5px;][font=georgia]THEY'RE LOOKING FOR MY HEART[/fancypost] [fancyimage]http://i.imgur.com/bzk4ndr.gif?1[/fancyimage]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea hadn't ever met Kylo Ren, however, he did believe that someone had mentioned that he had been Lessa's father, which gave the collie a sizable amount of motivation to somehow find him. "Count me in." The canine would offer the Adviser of Search and Rescue a firm nod. A lot of people had been going missing lately.. Which meant that Jonathan's job was getting all the more difficult, so the Guardian hoped that he was holding up alright beneath all of the stress and responsibility.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Locksmith was a decent guy. He had been one of the first people whom Chervil had met, upon joining, and seeing him go.. Well, that was it, really. Cherviltea didn't want to see him go. He was hoping that their search would end with fruitful results, at the very least. The collie would halt by the others, offering a light nod, also pondering the answer to Happykit's question.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As Percy approached, Chervil would acknowledge him with a light smile, before pivoting his gaze back towards Spiderkit. It didn't seem as if she happened to know where the name had come to her from.. But hey, that was understandable! In truth, names didn't really mean all too much, so it wasn't as if someone had to put an overwhelming amount of thought into the name of a pet. If it simply sounded nice? That was a good enough reason to bestow that name upon them. "Hmm.. I don't think that you should really put them in a cage, but it is up to you, really." It wasn't his pet, after all, and even though a cage would probably make him sleep easier, he would feel a little guilty endorsing that idea. "Uh, roam free I guess..? I don't know, I've never had a pet before." He'd offer an awkward and apologetic smile, lifting a forepaw and resting it nervously on the base of his neck. "Uh.. If it sticks by you though, I don't think you'd need to get him a cage or anything. Just keeping a close eye on it would be good enough, I think? Just to make sure that it doesn't end up getting lost or something."