Posts by LEON,

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Up the stairs he goes, stomach clenching from lack of food, but it's an easy thing to ignore. It doesn't take him long to reach the top, where, taking a bit of caution, he accounts for all his sides. He knows they're not hostile here, but it doesn't hurt to be careful, and it's a habit he doesn't want to shake. "Looks like I beat rush hour."

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'Not hostile' doesn't equate to this sort of friendliness, does it? It's even seeping in through the way the lion walks, like he's a few hops away from skipping all the way over to Leon. Someone's happy to see him for once. "I guess I am." His greeter seems like he's vibrating out of his skin, teeming with stagnant energy waiting to go somewhere; it reminds him of someone he used to know, and he manages to keep straight face from falling at the memory. Disconnect is easy. "I'm not a monkey's uncle now, am I?" The lion did call this clan a family- how close knit they actually are, he'll have to see for himself. They seem to have plenty of people, and a variety at that, a note he adds when there's a horse trotting over.

He shifts, adjusting his stance and the placement of his weight. "Sterling, appreciate it." That's that. Leon isn't the most talkative guy around the block, but to be fair, he hasn't much experience with this sort of thing. He looks from the equine to the next cat, who's as welcoming as the others. "My name is Leon. Who are you?"

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"Tough promise to keep." Looks like he's interrupted a little reunion, and later, he'll feel guilty for that, but the sound of voices had drawn him from his exploration of the islands. It's nice, he supposes, that they have these moments; maybe it's easier among the clans than in the smaller groups Leon drifted between, but the world is the world, and that means it's not all rainbows and kept promises. "Welcome back. Sorry there's not any cake." He feels a bit useless, standing around like this, but from what he can see, with as many people as they have here, finding as much work as he's used to will be work in itself.

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Leon's eyebrows -or the wolf equivalent- shoot straight up at the hyperactive lion's comment. Puns, huh? They seem like the kid's kind of humor, and despite himself, with his clinging to surliness, he can't help the way the corner of his mouth quirks into a small, barely there smile. He doesn't respond verbally, however, the tiny smile disappearing in the next breath, remaining gone even through the next pun made. It's such an innocent kind of humor, nothing sardonic or murmured in the face of one horror or another, and he pushes those bitter thoughts away. The feline makes for a good distraction, at least. "My parents had great taste." He needs to focus, he does; he's made a few promises, and he's not going to make breaking them easy. "Westley? Sounds like a classic."

The kid's in constant motion, a glass filled too far to the brim and spilling endlessly. It's interesting to watch, though the part of Leon that has been slinking around on muted paws and holding his breath wants to grab him and just hold him there, as though that would work. "You're a comedian and a tour guide?" The sandy wolf, in actual answer, merely shrugs. "It wouldn't hurt." Leon could explore himself, as he usually has a good instinct for where to find things and where to go, but he's trying to be normal, or as close as he can get.

More rays of sunshine. It's almost disconcerting how many people here carry their own little suns around. Leon was never like that, even before...everything. "Blaine." He nods to the kid, and he's noticed that, too, all the kids that are around. He thinks things might have been like that, if they'd turned out differently. But they didn't, so he looks to the next arrival, who calls herself Tama, and just adds to the overall brightness. "Thanks. Any recent business I should know?"

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eyy it's Thane

mm trying to think of something, lmao
okay so I don't know if you're familiar with RE, but for the most part it involves zombie like things. Maybe a few could end up in BC, and Thane ends up helping Leon deal with them and try to find the source? Idk this was really spur of the moment, haha

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if you could, that would be great, thanks!

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From what Leon's been seeing, most people know what to do when they wait at the border, whereas Leon hadn't known anything about the actual process until they were welcoming him in with open arms, and even then he was confused. He still is, a little, but he knows he will get a handle on all of this soon enough. He doesn't like lagging behind, so he can work on catching up by helping with the joiners, even if it means only saying a few words. The canine trots closer, glancing at Tama for a moment. "Welcome to the band, Alphine." Seeing a deer as a fellow member won't be difficult, despite having recently...eaten one. She doesn't have to know that. "Leon. Just joined up myself."

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Leon is familiar with that uncertainty concerning BlizzardClan. He'd been on his own for a while as well, drifting between groups whenever his skills -a euphemistic way of putting it- were needed. He's never truly settled down his roots anywhere, and still, he's treating moving here more as a vacation than an actual place to live, especially when the majority of the people are stark opposites of himself. He doesn't claim that they're all happy-go-lucky- Tama had mentioned The Exiles, and the name alone tells him enough about that situation. He doesn't doubt they've got their issues, but so far, the people he's met have been exuberant.

This Jasper, as he heard Tama call him, doesn't share that same aura. Believe it or not, that makes it easier, although the red eyes do summon a few uncomfortable memories, ones he's swift to stamp down, shoving them somewhere he can't see. The canine focuses on the group, on Tama and the other female he hasn't met before, but has noticed around camp, and then he's looking to Jasper. "I don't think that's going to make them any less worried."

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"Might want to stay clear of the edges, though." They're a magnet for these lighthearted people, aren't they? Leon boarding this train must've been a fluke from the ratio he's been seeing, but they haven't minded him yet, and that's more than enough for him. He's a simple guy, really. "It's a long way down." The wolf takes another assessment of the other canine, and wonders if the temperament can be attributed to his retriever self -the breed has a reputation- or if it's a manifestation of its own, as much as personalities can be. "Anyways, there's plenty of room on this bandwagon." For some reason Leon finds the word 'kid' at the tip of his tongue, despite Spark's age a clear counter to that. "Leon." It's customary to offer a tour, but he's still memorizing the territory himself. It would be a session of the semi blind leading the blind.

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Leon finds himself amused by the response, though his intention hadn't been to embarrass Spark. Still, he can't help the way one corner of his mouth ticks upward the slightest bit; it might be small, but on his typically straight expression, it's seen for what it is. "The stairs won't be giving you any trouble now." Until he needs to leave for something, but Leon leaves that part out. It's something that just goes without saying, and he doubts the retriever's an airhead, although he can't make a complete judgment on that when he's only met him now. What he can choose to conclude from this first impression is that he should fit in well here, with all the other friendly people who are much better at casual conversations than Leon, who is suddenly being offered a paw. Several beats pass, probably several too many, but he finally relents and claps his paw against Spark's. "Are you good, then?"

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What the hell? Fashion...Gala...Extravaganza? He should've listened to his gut telling him to head the other way, but he can suck it up. All they seem to be doing is trying on clothing, and there's nothing mandatory about it. He is curious, though, just not enough to go in and pull on any accessories. "Is it a contest?" The canine glances to Sterling, noticing the way he's styled both mane and tail, with the addition of a bowtie. There are two others here too, but Leon has no idea who they are, although they seem much more enthused about fashion than Leon is. That might not be saying much.

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It's not a common laugh by most people's standards, but that is what the heavier release of breath from his mouth is, not quite a sigh and not just another exhale either. Demonstrative Leon is not, or so it goes these days. He's too used to muting himself now, quieting whatever reactions he has. "That's above my pay grade, sorry." The shaggy wolf shrugs in feigned apology, the smile still hovering over the corners of his mouth. The brightness, if it might be called that, isn't as strong as it was earlier, though; Spark isn't the first one wanting some kind of interaction involving their bumped paws, and that's the problem. Lucky for Leon, it's nothing life-threatening, and he ignores that, too. "That's good. I was starting to consider bubble wrap." He falls silent, Lucina adding to the amount of verbal traffic Spark's getting, and he keeps his jaws closed, even at the question. It's not one he can answer; thankfully, Storm's handled that.

/tired, sorry for any mistakes or wonkiness!

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Of course, Leon. Stupid question. He hangs back for another beat, gaze lifting to the equine, and dropping to the room behind him, where he's supposed to go and play dress-up. Having fun with this isn't sounding very possible, but he'll give it a shot. He straightens, entering the barn in such a way that can only be considered cautious, glancing back at the retriever when he speaks. "Don't think 'Prettiest Princess' is one of the titles," Leon replies dryly, one ear flicking at the cajoling for Lucina's participation. He doesn't react to Sterling's comment on them all, instead tugging at a fedora and tossing that on. It might be as far as he's willing to go with this.

/tired, sorry for any mistakes!

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Hopping in to throw Leon over ^^

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A rescue mission? She's called it a raid, but from what he understands of The Exiles, the possibility of there being captives is something he can probably bet on, if he had anything to bet with. The wolf watches Tama carefully for a few beats, entertaining the thought of her current condition. He wasn't there for the announcement, but turns out, news travels quickly in places like this, and her leading the charge is risky, although Leon, despite hardly knowing the leader, trusts she knows what she's doing. "Understood." Brief worries aside, he's eager to put himself to good use; remaining stagnant, even for a few days, is grating.

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He doesn't know much about The Exiles, but the stigma associated with the group is as obvious as a sparkling, rainbow colored unicorn. They're trouble, and because Leon isn't the type to sit on the sidelines, he's decided to pitch in, and keep an eye out for the possible captives Tama mentioned earlier. Resistance is guaranteed, so the wolf isn't surprised when they're met not soon after arriving, Tama receiving the first of the attackers while another stands nearby, questioning. At first, he begins to confront her, but the metallic scent of blood stings his nose, along with that of urine, both belonging to a mutilated tiger left discarded on the ground. He's missing legs, and as gruesome a sight it is, Leon's seen worse. The wolf, with a careful eye on the other hostiles now present, slips his way over to Vernes' side. "We're going to get you out of here," Leon murmurs, ignoring the blood seeping into his fur. "I can pull you or brace you up. It's your choice."

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this is not structured at all, so I'll probably clean it up later
Leon is currently open to pretty much everything, other than litters and death, and as a side note, he's going to be -or trying to be- distant, so friendships might not be easy. If you have a plot in mind, toss it up!

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Still with no response from the mutilated captive, the wolf crouches over him, and as Bayonetta sweeps in to check him with her wings, he ducks down and braces. However, the blow never comes, interrupted by a wall of earth. He doesn't know the person who threw that up, but he does know Sterling, who's stepped in on the attack too. He'll have to thank him for that later, when they aren't in the middle of combat.

Looks like his other savior is a wolf in sheep's clothing, though; the one who threw off Bayonetta ends up tearing the wall down. It would be easy to dodge, but he's got a badly wounded tiger who won't be moved as easily, so he grits his teeth as it slams down. He'll feel that tomorrow. Hell, he feels it now, but he's actually dealt with worse injuries before. The wolf can endure, long enough to get the kid out of here. "You with me still?" If this kid dies on him- that's a thought Leon doesn't finish.

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Leon's glad he doesn't have much contact with his family. Who he is now, they would barely be able to recognize him, and he wants them to keep their image of who he used to be, instead of the person he is today. It's selfish, he won't deny that, but he's sparing them, too, not just himself. He's not jealous of people who have better relationships with their families. This is just how things ended up, and he'll deal with it, soldier on.

The wolf comes up to stand beside Tama, glancing between their scarves as she draws attention to their similarities. He understands now why they've got a substantial amount of more extroverted members. Like flies with like. They aren't reduced to that friendliness, though. People aren't so easily two dimensional. He focuses on the strange feline next, expressionless and waiting for her answer to the standard question.

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Most of the people here are united beneath a common theme of friendliness. Not all of them, but he can say the ones he has met are good people, and it helps that their leader cares for her charges. He's seen what happens when the people in charge are only after power, although he doesn't bear that history on his skin. He's lucky that the only noticeable scar he has is a thin line on his shoulder, but he doesn't attach the same stigma to scars as some do. They're not shameful or ugly. They're proof of survival. That has to count for something.

The wolf is making rounds through the territory, getting a feel for it still, when he sees her resting. He doesn't know who she is, but he's approaching before he fully knows it, sitting down nearby. She looks tired, clearly, but like she's having trouble getting to sleep, too. "Need a bedtime story?"