Posts by tripwire

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]The large bear sighed in reluctance, he knew it was no use trying to convince the female to stay so he wouldn't try. "At least come and visit okay" Tripwire said in a crappy rushed post.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Tripwire was soon to follow and sat down in a very rushed post. "Goodbye then." He stated with a curt nod, the chimera paying little attention to the argument that was beginning to stir. It wasn't a time for arguments and he wouldn't get involved in them.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]sure,,
bump c:

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Another? How many was that now, like six or seven? Lumbering over, Tripwire sat a little way away from Ren and nodded. "Goodbye" he murmured out into the empty space in front of him. He wouldn't leave Scarclan anytime soon, it had become his home and he had a position to fulfill.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]goodbye and goodluck elsewhere darcia

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Coming over, the Chimera yawned and took a seat. "Remember if we target the clans they joined we'll have no choice to hurt our friends down the track. Even if they did move to a proclan people still make mistakes and they're still our friends. Even if we hold no respect for the clan itself." Trip explained with a shrug. He wouldn't hurt his friends even if they moved to an enemy clan. They were still his friends even if they lived in enemy territory.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]The Chimera had been in the area at the time when he'd remembered that he wanted to ask Dodger something so that's why the bear was where he was now. "Dodger? I have a question" Tripwire called, his voice laced with calmness as he sat down.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]yo
It's about time I dropped in again lmao
how's everyone going

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Eyes drifting towards Dodger, Tripwire settled his gaze on the male that was now in front of him. "Since Faustus has since left Scarclan, the Krypteia is in need of someone to run it and I'm here to ask if I'd be able to take it over?" Trip suggested, a questioning look lingering in his orbs. It was certainly saddening to see the only recently promoted deputy step down and leave however things must not be left to crumble and the only way for The Krypteia to work was to have someone organise things.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Slowly, the Chimera made his way over to the group that was forming and looked around the greenhouse, scanning the crime scene for any particular scent that belonged to a single Exiler. His nose was tilted in the air as he breathed in the scent of their enemy and growled. Looking towards the others, Tripwire then moved to inspect the pot as he listened to his clanmates.

Turning to Gaila, the bear shook his head. "This isn't a game of tag. For your safety, I don't want you looking the scent you smell here alright? If you follow, you aren't to show yourself at any cost unless you want to get injured." The Chimera explained towards the child, looking at her with a hard stare "Understand?" He finished curtly, turning towards Mamura. "Since no council members are currently around, I will hold the rescue raid and if anyone above me wishes to take over they are to be the ones taking orders from." Tripwire spoke, his voice calm yet his shoulders tense. He was a Chimera so that would be okay right? It was the war branch after all and no other high position was around at the time either.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Walking up upon hearing Dragonpaw's question, the bear let out a low chuckle "I'm still here" He stated with a flick of his ear, using one of his large paws to point at himself in a rushed post.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%] Watching silently as Bruce and Twistedhalo approached, Tripwire snorted at the other Chimera's comment. "trust me, it will be a raid. Shows those exiles f*cos not to mess with our leader." Trip assured, those exiles wouldn't go untouched. His goal was to get Dodger back and maybe even capture one of the scumbags. Although, not Medea. He wouldn't severely injure the female whom had recently moved to an enemy clan. Casting a gaze back to the others, the bear turned around and stalked back in the direction of camp. He'd round Scarclan up and they'd head out together asap.

/the capture thread hasn't been posted yet in The Exiles so I'll get trip to hold the raid after the thread has been made

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]aye shark
/waves back

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]He was a cat. He was a f*cking cat, and he didn't know why. The former bear had been woken up by the murmurs of npcs and the strange feeling that tingled all over his body and guess what he happened to wake up to? Being in a child's body, and not only that, he was a goddamn cat. The male wasn't against felines, but the thought and reality of being one pissed him off. Trip didn't like looking small and vulnerable; he liked being big and bulky. He liked being in a body that was threatening and not f*cking weak. The sound of footsteps pacing was like a marching band in his ears; they were loud and cumbersome but soon followed by utter silence. The ebony feline wasn't to know that the reason behind his little paws sounding like cymbals colliding when he moved was, in fact, malfunctioning powers. How was he supposed to know when he knew jack sh*t about anything magical.

Drawing out a long sigh, Tripwire kept pacing, kicking various objects as they appeared in his way. They probably made some loud noise that would draw attention to him, but he didn't care. "f-fu*king b-body change a-and w-weird su-supern-natural activity." Tripwire profaned, stuttering over his words as he spoke. This only caused him more frustration as he faltered over his speech.

Spinning on his heel, Tripwire glared at his body in the mirror, and a harsh growl escaped his mouth. Tail flicking in anger and eyes burning with confusion and anger, he stormed out into the camp and slumped down in the shade. Slowly, rage began to rise in Trip's throat, and the male would spit in disgust, only to find his spit was a green hue. "th-the fu-f*ck is wr-wrong w-with the w-world t-today?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]/is pat

I stuck trip in a stuttering child's body with a crap load of malfunctioning powers that he isn't aware about yet

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]/retro to development

He'd just returned from the crime scene, the greenhouse and was now sitting in camp, eyes shifting around and never focusing on one thing for too long. If The Exiles were going to * with their leader, Scarclan would * with them. It was simple really and The Exiles should be expecting something of the sorts after they captured the goddamn leader. "Scarclan, Dodger has been captured by The Exiles and we are going to get him back." The large bear rumbled, looking around as he caught the attention of various npc's.

As a few others made their way over he continued, "We aren't going to prance along and take Dodger back without some kind of a fight so this will be not only a rescue mission but a raid," The chimera explained, gaze drifting over the npc's that were currently in earshot. "Anyone without a substantial amount of battle training or experience is not to fight but to help any injured make their way back to camp safely or. .." Tripwire said, taking a pause to look over the others once more and to make sure anyone else can still process what he was saying. "you are going to help drag any captured Exile f*cks back for whatever their captor decides to do with them. Torture them, starve them I don't care what you do as long as we succeed in bringing Dodger home and give those Exiles an extra beating." He finished with a confirming nod. Leaning back, he drew in a breath and tapped his claws against the dirt underneath him. "And anyone with knowledge of herbs I suggest you get ready to heal any injured clanmates."

/link will be posted when it's actually up

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]Slowly, the young looking chimera walked over and dipped his head politely towards Alcides. He was still getting used to this massive change, and he'd discovered he had a few malfunctioning powers or at least powers he couldn't control yet.

Shuffling his ebony paws, Tripwire jumped in shock as they disappeared beneath him and only his legs and upper body could be seen. Confusion glazed his jade visionaries as he inspected the invisible paws carefully, only to bring his attention back to the ambassador in front of him. "Tr-tripw-wire C-cortez" Trip stammered, groaning as he heard his now childish voice falter over words once again. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop stuttering and he didn't know why.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]/retro to development && thanks friend pats

The large bear watched silently as everyone spoke however, his attention was quickly averted and focused on the approaching council member. His ears were still in tune with what his clanmates were saying and he'd give a brisk nod to them all "Shadowclan and Bloodclan will be enough, feel free to bring someone home to torture too. Show the Exile's we're strong even with dwindling numbers." Tripwire spoke, giving Red his full attention after speaking.

"yeah sure Red, if you want to step in at any point feel free since I know you've been around much longer than I have." He replied with a respectful dip of his head towards the council member. He'd lead this raid well and get Dodger back, maybe even drag someone along to torture as well but he'd make his mind up after the objective of getting Dodger back had been completed.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;text-align: justify; line-height: 100%]I'm thinking about joining a trad clan but i'm not too sure yet since I also want to make a character named strontiumpaw in the extended rp