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  • WON'T YOU LOOK AT THAT — private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros enjoyed the rain, as long as they weren't directly in it. It was good for writing, or the rare occasion in which they napped. The soft pitter-patter of droplets on the roof and ground were calming, as they usually weren't too loud to actually keep you up at night, the sky darkening with the threat of rain and people scrambling to get inside some sort of shelter. This time around, though, it wasn't nearly as gentle, hammering against land from dark, choked clouds. Underneath the awning of the market place, many members stood and crowded the store, bumping into each other, a sharp hiss leaving their mouth as someone's elbow poked them right in the side into their sensitive ribs. They quickly decided that it would be best if they searched for shelter else where, before they were hit with a panic attack.


    It didn't take them long to realize that the place they were staying in was a bit too far away, and going back was out of the question, one reason being that they would get even more soaked. While on the way to nowhere, though, they did find an abandoned cloth, giving some use to it by draping it over their head in a poor attempt to try staying dry. The damage had already been done, though. After stubbornly continuing towards their home, they gave in to the trembling of their body, the way their fur hung off them irritating. But they didn't really know where anyone they were familiar with lived, so they took a random shot, heart thrumming in their chest as they approached a random door and knocked.


    The one who answered surprised them, making them stagger back a few feet. Apparently the general lived here. They made an act of fumbling for their pad of paper, only to find it just as sopping wet as they were, the pages frail and not very useful. Swallowing hard, they anxiously looked back up at him-or more-so his chest-and hoped he'd understand, their face heating up despite the chill of rain.


    //awkwardly pats shoulder


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  • p, mercykill | "THAT'S WRONG, THAT'S WRONG," BREAKING MY HEART

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]All the new changes were very...odd. Especially having two generals. She was used to Horus' leadership, not having two to follow. Even despite the merge, it felt like they hadn't at all, the Radicalclanners being a bit bitter and reluctant about the whole thing. Still, they weren't about to turn them away, especially not her. Some who were originally in the Stadt were probably just the same, confused and angry. Anyone could see that Aleks and Naomi weren't the best of pals, but on the opposite spectrum, she and Sweetpaw weren't on too unfriendly terms. In fact, she wouldn't mind calling her a friend in time.


    She had stopped by the garden Mercykill had built, observing them and even leaning down to sniff a couple of them. It was nice, having a little variety in color, seeing how bleak they must have seemed from up above, with their dull colors. Still, she couldn't say she'd change anything about the Stadt. It was where she was raised-maybe not born, but she still held it close to her heart.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros was alarmed by Mercykill suddenly speaking, but didn't outwardly flinch, instead calmly looking up towards him. She didn't know him very well, since they had just moved, but she hoped to get to know a lot of them. Hopefully, anyway. Some of them didn't seem keen on making any friends. "I've been well. It is beautiful out today, isn't it?" she wrote down, sitting back to allow him to water the flowers she'd just been smelling.


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  • p, mercykill | "THAT'S WRONG, THAT'S WRONG," BREAKING MY HEART

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros frowned, sorry to hear that he was feeling a little homesick. She couldn't say that she had heard of Hogwarts, but through snippets of other people's conversation, she had come to learn that they had apparently merged with another group. She couldn't be sure if it was now what they had called Radicalclan, though. "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you come to feel at home in the Stadt, though." she didn't really know how it felt to miss one's previous home, since she didn't miss her's at all. Some days she woke up and was startled by the idea that she was still in that miserable place, only to find that she was in her own bed, safe and far away.


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  • necros' diary | IF I COULD ONLY BE WITH YOU ONCE MORE

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    8/16/2016
    So, a lot of things have happened recently. We merged with Radicalclan, why I don't know, but I'm glad we did. I'm afraid of what would have happened if we didn't. But naturally, with the merge came some bitterness and anger, which was made pretty obvious by Aleks and Naomi. I'm worried, since Naomi doesn't seem to intend to have a simple, innocent rivalry with him. But I'm trying not to worry about him. I know he's capable enough.


    Uh, what else? There's not much left to say, I guess. Oh, that's right, Sweetpaw. Uh, she's one of the Radicalclanners that came over. Like a handful of them, she's pretty nice. I wouldn't mind getting to know her, but I'm a bit wary about Vintagepompeii. She isn't necessarily rude, like Naomi, but she just has these...odd vibes about her. I try not to judge too much.


    I think that's about it. I'll write again sometime soon, hopefully something else happens.


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  • WON'T YOU LOOK AT THAT — private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Aleks wasn't the nicest person ever, they knew that much, but he cared just like the rest of them. They liked to think that everyone like that had some sort of compassion. But it sadly wasn't true for some. At least he showed in his actions, rather than his words, and that was enough in Necros' book. Everyone had their own ways of showing kindness.


    They faintly smiled as they were allowed in, wiping off their paws on the wet mat before stepping inside, observing his home. It was pretty cozy, somewhat smaller than their's but they wouldn't complain, as they didn't really mind the amount of space. Looking back over at the commander, they nodded at the request of tea. It would definitely help in warming them up quicker.


    While he was in the kitchen, they hesitantly sat down on the floor, trying not to get everything wet or dirty. One thing was for sure though; his place was very organized and tidy. It was nice, not such an eye-sore.


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  • p, mercykill | "THAT'S WRONG, THAT'S WRONG," BREAKING MY HEART

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros was also curious to find out about the wall's heritage. It would have been interesting to watch them being built. Perhaps they had some books on it somewhere in the library, or someone within the walls were selling it. Pushing that thought aside, she nodded, pleased to hear he was enjoying his time with them. "That's very good to hear," her frown suddenly deepened. "If only the others could say the same," it was a little discouraging, but really, they weren't stopping them from leaving.


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  • p, mercykill | "THAT'S WRONG, THAT'S WRONG," BREAKING MY HEART

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Not everyone is very pleased with the merge," she pointed out, but at least there wasn't too much conflict. Aside from the whole situation with Aleks and Naomi. But that was hopefully just some friendly rivalry.


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  • If I stop I die // open+joining // Then who will clean?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros was pretty intelligent, but he would never really have the confidence or courage to say that. Still, it was probably made evident through his nose always being stuffed into a book about some random topic, or other actions. It wasn't much of a secret now. Walking up now, he regarded the joiner with a nod, turning at the mention of his name. He, seeing as he used it on a daily basis, had plenty of paper. He just hoped his supply didn't dwindle too much, it just depended on how much he wanted.


    "Oh! Yes, I have plenty of paper. If you didn't catch it, I'm Necros." he jotted it down on a piece of said paper. To be honest, this newcomer wasn't too bad. He seemed like the type of person he could sit down and have an intellectual conversation with.


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  • p, mercykill | "THAT'S WRONG, THAT'S WRONG," BREAKING MY HEART

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros thought he would eventually ask for her side on the whole thing. It was only fair, after all. "I'm fine with it. I just don't want there to be conflict, or anyone to get hurt," if that happened, she'd probably be a lot more 'on the fence' about the former Radicalclanners.


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  • p, mercykill | "THAT'S WRONG, THAT'S WRONG," BREAKING MY HEART

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros guessed that he did have a point, since nobody could truly control anyone and how they acted. It was really up to them whether they remained peaceful or decided to take out their wrath on them. She was surprised, though, by the general's next question. She didn't know what had brought it on, but was willing to give an answer. It was just figuring out what to say. "Well, not...really? It's complicated, I suppose," her response was a bit vague, but she was too embarrassed to admit that she was afraid.


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  • I LOST YOU / WEEKLY TASKS 8/15-8/21

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros stepped forward in a sucky post, nodding. No words were really needed on their part.


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  • open, mental sparring | COULD YOU BREAK MY FALL

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros wasn't sure what kind of authority she had to have to hold one of these, but Horus gave her the weekly task himself, so she guessed it would be alright. Strolling into the area where the scouts and soldiers were gathered, she glanced around, trying to work up the courage to go up in front of all these people, her heart thundering within her rib-cage. Butterflies fluttering within her stomach as she cleared her throat awkwardly, somehow managing to catch their attention. Now, with all their eyes on her, her throat went dry, anxiety hidden behind a monotone expression. Hopefully she could do this.


    "We'll be holding a mental sparring session. Find someone and pair up," this was what she hated about using writing to communicate, having to speak to big crowds such as this one. A handful of them found some partners, while the majority of them stood around, murmuring among themselves. She self-consciously shuffled her paws, finding this attention to be very unpleasant.


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  • open, mental sparring | COULD YOU BREAK MY FALL

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros looked up towards Mercykill as he came over, simply nodding their head in a lame post. She would usually refuse help, but in this situation, she was afraid she just couldn't do it on her own. Turning back towards the uncertain soldiers and scouts, she allowed the co-general to take over.


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  • KISS IT ALL BETTER | VISITOR

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10;][justify]Necros, on the other hand, was enjoying the activity. People were hearing about them, and that meant more activity, which was something they had been hoping for. They needed it, really. Even after the merge. Even so, they would try to tend to the needs of those already there, as they probably weren't the only one that was often uncomfortable around a lot of people. Their opinion didn't really matter, they just wanted what was best for their home.


    Rounding the corner to escape into the fields outside the walls, they were stopped short by the sight of Aleks and some interesting-looking stranger. But right now, they weren't too keen on meeting anyone, strolling up and remaining silent, staring forward with an unintentional dark expression. Today had not been a particularly good day.


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