Posts by LEON,

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This isn't the strangest conversation he's heard. Leon's accepted that the world is weird, and that it's better to roll with whatever he's given; Desmund's a former human stuck in a cat body, they're living on a bunch of floating islands, cats can fly -pigs, too, probably- and a thousand other things are possible too. Hearing them discuss spirits and the afterlife, and talking to those spirits, is yes, strange, but he'll accept that. Besides, isn't this one of Tama's kids? He knows he's doomed, knew that from the moment Tama said she was pregnant, because they could...get him to do just about anything. That's not obvious, with his expression still neutral as always, but he knows, and that's enough.

"Could you tell them that Leon says hi?" That might not be how this works. He's no psychic, or whatever; he just hopes that none of this spirit talking business is dangerous. Leon's probably just read far too many horror stories, but he wants to be prepared for anything, and there's got to be some spirit out there that's malevolent. They're remnants of people, aren't they? *, he should stop thinking about it now, when he doesn't know enough for an actual opinion. "Have you always been able to do this?" His gaze shifts, briefly, to one of Tama's other children, and the softening of his gaze isn't obvious, but it's there.

/d'aww he's so cute

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He grounds himself even further, focusing on the present, on the dirt beneath his paws. Leon's not supposed to let things like that reveal themselves, especially out in the open like this. There are more important things to be concerned with. The wolf draws in a breath quietly, dark eyes back on the retriever, who appears to find Leon's question ridiculous. He's just curious to know if he prefers his flirting or his appearance, and now he has his answer, and a distraction too. "Stupid of me to doubt that you'd want to be pretty." He glances over to Tama, who's wanting to know Francis' favorite snack, which is, as Francis supplies, wine. "You mean it's not baguettes?" Wine is still a very...Frenchy thing, though, just not for a snack, unless the French have devised a way of eating wine. Wine popsicles?

It's getting easier to relax, with his attention outward instead of inward. He's looking to Storm next, who asks for Francis' favorite book, which, according to the deputy, doesn't exist. Leon's not sure if he believes him, but it's not a thing to doubt. It doesn't matter, does it?

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"We're not going in there, are we?" His mood hasn't improved, but that shouldn't get in the way of his activities around the clan. He won't let it, even if the only thing on his mind now is burying himself somewhere. That wouldn't be productive. The wolf stares into the cave for several seconds, before he's looking over at Storm, skeptical, but not about to bail out on this. "Well, guess I'll play Columbus." Hopefully they don't wind up in the wrong place the way Columbus did, but they don't have an actual destination. It's the objective behind exploring, finding places you don't know are actually there.

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Fresh is there now, and Leon's glad that he hasn't let anything slip, because the axolotl might be pretty large, but he's a kid still, and no kid needs to see any of that. Except Fresh has seen plenty already, and he hasn't acclimated to it. Leon can't decide if that's a good thing or not, because the wolf himself is desensitized to many things, and that's not something to be proud of. It's just how things went, and he didn't have a choice in it at all. The canine shifts a bit, closer to the axolotl, and for a second, he presses his leg into Fresh's, before adjusting back to his spot as Storm comes. He asks what Leon didn't. He doesn't struggle with those words, but they're...almost pointless, in some situations. It doesn't mean that it's not helping, though.

There's the sudden heavy scent of blood on his tongue, and he turns, knowing who it is before he sees him. He wants to look away. His vivid, bright colors have lost their brightness, and his wings are in worse than awful condition. It adds fuel to the fire already in his chest, but outwardly, he's the same, except his eyes' intensity has increased. "None of this is your fault. Don't be sorry. Just," he pauses, one of the first noticeable reactions from him, "Just work on healing. What's happened, happened." He's not writing it off that lightly, even by saying that. Nothing's ever that easy or simple.

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There are...way more children here now. They'd had a few before, but now it just seems as though they're everywhere. He doesn't have a problem with that, it's just the part where they're going to be difficult to keep an eye on, because kids are kids and they are magnets for trouble. They're not his children, no, but he does the same for everyone here, to a certain degree; worrying about people is easy, especially here, when he's attached to them the way he is. They worry, too, and that's how he finds Tama, who's standing beneath a tree, speaking to someone, and he looks up to see one of Tama's other children in a tree. He doesn't want to encourage what she's doing, but there's nothing he can say about safety that will be better than anything Tama says. "How's the view up there?"

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"You want to brag about losing?" Leon's not sure if he's going to be participating -he can rhyme cat and bat, if that counts- or judging, but he thinks there'll be entertainment in watching. He hopes enough people participate; maybe some of the younger ones will want to jump in. For once, he's indecisive about something, and after a few moments, he reasons what the hell, and says,"I'll give it a shot. I'm not promising anything impressive." If someone finds it amusing, then he can say he's been productive.

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I wanted to give Leon a little bit of a crisis, so I decided to play with his sense of duty. In this plot, he will rescue a child (maybe from The Exiles) and in the process, he's going to get attached. An enemy character (also probably from The Exiles) will learn this, and will re-capture the child, and will blackmail Leon (who is a HP of BlizzardClan) into doing just about anything they want. How this ends will be determined by how the plot turns out.

For this plot, I'll need a child (or just a younger character), who can be pre-existing or made now, and then the enemy to blackmail Leon, and once I have both, we can get to the actual plot! Any takers?

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Uh, Leon wouldn't want to kidnap a child; it'd have to be more of a rescue situation, instead of him taking someone from their clan. If she's in a dangerous situation, he might, though!

Arch sounds perfect, actually! he seems like an interesting character
Thanks for hopping in!

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Goddammit. It tears at him, it really does; there's no place for any kind of apathy here, not where Mack or anyone here's involved. He inhales deeply, and steps around the small puddle of acid, going slowly toward the sobbing child. "Mack," Leon starts, chewing on his cheek a moment before he continues. "Hey, don't say that." Still moving slowly, he attempts to place a paw on one of Mack's, concern heavy in dark eyes. "You're still here. You're alive, and you're going to keep on making it." He speaks quietly, but his voice is firm as it is soft. "And you're safe now." Can he make that promise, when Mack was taken in the first place? "What can I do?" If Mack needs something, anything- Leon will do his best to take care of it.

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It's more than obvious that it's been too easy for enemies to sneak in and take members. Leon's doubled his patrol of the territory, but it hasn't been enough, so he's...decided to take a few other measures. Traps, mostly. It might've been better to clear it with Tama first, and to let the others know, but hindsight's twenty twenty. He didn't expect that someone would show up and nearly walk right into the small noose, and he hadn't counted on being caught in it himself while pushing them away from the rope. Now he's dangling in mid-air, strung up in a tree by his back leg, and a very clear, irritated expression sharpening his features. "At least it works," the wolf mutters, blowing fur out of his face, and bracing himself for the embarrassment soon to come whenever someone finds him like this. He's taking more precautions next time, if there is a next time.

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don't worry about it!!

Oh, that works then, yeah! Let me know if they do accept your app, so I can close this up ^^

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/throws Leon
This guy?

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"...Sapphire." The wolf holds back a sigh, and waves to her slightly instead, because a nod wouldn't look just right with him hanging like this. She's understandably surprised- no one expects to find a guy dangling from a tree by his leg, and dealing with that isn't something you do every day. "Hey." He should be fine for a little while like this, but gravity is never kind, and not when you're suspended by only one limb. "Just put something soft down there and I can take care of the rest." His knife is on his front paw, and he thinks he might be able to bend upward enough to cut at the rope himself. He just prefers not to fall and break his neck in the process.

"Storm, hey. Yeah, it's mine." Fortunately? Maybe it's more embarrassing that it's his, but he should have thought someone would've come along. "No hanging puns, please."

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/gotcha!

"We can do a few sweeps of the territory." With all the things Sapphire's been through, he hopes one more problem hasn't been added to her plate. It's that, or she's excused herself from the dinner table, to try and escape that plate, but without speaking with Sapphire, there's no way of actually knowing what's happened. "She could be anywhere, though." Including places not in their territory. They can't rule out her capture yet- they can't rule anything out, and that's what's going to make this difficult. "Did she ever say anything? About leaving?" Maybe they know her far better than he dos.

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There are many things Leon tries to forget. He knows he shouldn't- forgetting has never actually helped anyone, has it? He wants to forget what it is to watch sacrifice. He wants to strip from his memory the way it looks for life to leave someone's eyes, and how it is to know you were too slow and someone died because you couldn't go just a little faster. Leon has enough regrets to fill a moat, but of all the things he would change, joining BlizzardClan isn't one of them. Something he can't remember having is a home. Yeah, there are many definitions for that. Home could be whatever random tree he falls asleep under, or a house with a white picket fence; he's never given much to connotations, but he thinks that this place is it. This is where he wants to come back to, when the day's done and he's left with the night. Not just this place, though. The people make BlizzardClan what it is, and he could never have predicted the day he climbed those stairs that he would be finding a place to fit among all these bright-eyed, gentle people.

The wolf stretches out on his stomach, watching the sky. The stars don't appear any different than they do somewhere else. People he's met, people he's cared for, are sleeping under the same sky right now, and he could find them all, if he tried; it wouldn't be hard. He always pauses when the thought comes, though, because they don't need him anymore. They might not need him here either- he's not irreplaceable. There are things he can't give that others can, and that stings. Helping people only works when he can be useful, and he supposes that's...all he wants for himself now. He had different dreams once, when he was still fresh-faced himself, like seeing the world while having a place to get back to, and starting a family of his own. Domesticity. He doesn't think he has the taste for those things anymore, though, but regardless, he still wouldn't change this.

Not when this has so many good people he can't part from. People like Tama, Storm, Francis, Sapphire, Desmund- all of them, honestly. Every single one. It'd be stupid for him to pretend that he wouldn't do whatever they asked of him right now, because he would, indubitably. And he's considering this while he stares at the stars, but -and this is stupidly sappy- he doesn't need to look up to find things that shine. He sees them every day, no matter the time, because that's what the people here do: they shine. Yeah, he's not a poet.

There's singing, suddenly. On the higher side, melodic, and gentle on his ears, with the sound of a ukulele playing with it. He doesn't recognize the voice, not at first, but as it goes through the verses, he thinks he can say it's Desmund, the kid who's stuck in a body he's not familiar with, and a place he knew nothing about when he first showed up. With the way the lyrics are going- maybe that's changed? Has he, the way Leon is, found that this place is home? That might be the case here, and it's warming, knowing someone else isn't alone. BlizzardClan does that. It gives a home to people, even the ones who didn't even know they were looking for one.

/awww this is so sweet!!

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He shouldn't have tried to touch him. It's a slippery line, knowing when and when not to initiate contact. Some people appreciate the reminder of gentle contact, and some can't get the violence out of their skin, and to be sure, he should have gone slower, or should have held back completely. The last thing Leon wants to do is add to Mack's problems; he's already been through hell, and has that look about him that he's seen once or twice, like he's stuck at the bottom of a pit he can't crawl out of. "Any specifics on that?" If fetching things is what he needs him to do, then the wolf will do it, gladly. "Should I get Mary, too?" He's shivering, and with his injuries, it might be good to have Mary check on them, make sure he's alright.

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She looks great! Just let me know if they're all good with the plot :^)

Did you have any ideas for Eddie's blackmailing? It's just so I can have a sense of Leon's reactions beforehand

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/nooo not Fresh too ;-;

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They all look different from this angle, He's taller already than a few of them, but this isn't just being taller- it's being dangled above them, with everyone looking up at him. It's an embarrassing situation that he's in, but he got himself into this on his own. "I'm sure, Lucina." It shouldn't be too difficult to cut the rope- it'll take some muscle work, and more discomfort, but the end result will be release. "Thanks, though." Leon draws a breath, ignoring the increasing tug of his leg, focusing on Tama's arrival instead, appearing as surprised as the others have. A wolf hanging from a rope usually isn't what anyone expects to find, so it's definitely understandable. He watches the leader conjure up a- is that a mattress? "Appreciate it, Tama."

Mary's question has him pausing, and while he wants to get this over with quickly, he answers anyway. "I was." He doesn't think he'll continue without better preparation. Reply given, the canine closes his mouth around the handle of the knife, pulling it from the holster, and with some wriggling, he curls himself upward, slashing at the rope. It takes several passes with the blade for the rope to fray, and with a yank, it breaks completely. He's no cat, so he won't be landing on his paws, but he balls up, allowing his muscles to go lax -which is much, much harder than it sounds- and then he's hitting the mattress with a thump. Leon hops up almost immediately after, rolling his shoulders. His leg is aching, and he'll be bruised from the fall, but he's not dead, and as far as he's concerned, that's all that matters. "Thanks again."

He clears his throat, and his expression is almost...sheepish. Almost. "This was the only trap. Sorry about...not giving a head's up."

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This is supposed to be last week's task, but at the time, WindClan had been hosting their Olympics. Leon didn't want to send too many events their way, so now, he figures this is the better time for it. That might not be saying much. They've lost a few members to being captured, and that's...harsh on morale. Postponing it more will just end with it continuing to be pushed back, so if it's a bust, it's a bust. "We're having a mock raid on WindClan, so if you want to join, come here." His leg's bothering him from the issue with the trap, but it'll be fine for this. Stretching it out would probably do it some good anyway.

/the thread is here