Posts by LEON,

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Mangoes. Alright, he can find those. There will be someone around here who knows where to find some, or someone who already has some, so he'll just ask around, see what he'll get. The wolf hopes it'll be a pretty quick process, to keep Mack from waiting too long. "I can do that." Mack's not looking too eager to look at him right now, so he'll have to answer verbally, instead of just nodding. He knows it's nothing personal, but that the kid's in this state...Leon should have done better. "I'll get her, too. Just hang in there." Words are all he can use now, with Mack being touch-averse, and with everything said, he gives the head paladin one last glance before setting off at a brisk sprint. The quicker the better.

/out until Mary's here

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thread
^ Mack has a possible fever, with his torture wounds needing to be checked again

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Leon's gaze is on Fresh when the large axolotl arrives. He isn't surprised that he's not coming along; he's a child, maybe an apprentice by their standards, but he's still very young, and as far as the wolf can tell, Fresh isn't interested in the combat side of things. He's better at making people feel at home anyway. "Thanks." His ears twist toward Tama's voice when she volunteers, and he wonders if she's glad now, being able to participate with her pregnancy over. The wolf nods to her, and then to both Jasper and Storm when they show up. It's a good start, probably better than he was expecting. "We'll see if anyone else wants to hop in, and then we'll be on our way."

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Truth or dare? Alright then, Leon can get on this boat. He won't be one of those people trying to wriggle out of any dares- when he has played this game, the wolf has only ever chosen dares. He still has a sense of shame left, despite some of the ridiculous things he's had to do, but in those games, most people were either drunk or getting there, so it worked in his favor. "It couldn't hurt." Glancing over Jasper and Storm briefly, he takes a seat and waits for the others to arrive. It won't be a game without more people.

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they can be stoic buddies lmfao
it'd probably just be long silences though cx

but I'm glad you like him! I need to do more development with him, but it's great he's not doing so bad right now :^)

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It's taken a while to get here, but since the other events have died down, it's the best time for it. Having a raid in the middle of the Olympics might've gotten lost underneath all the other kinds of competition going around, and this isn't for that. Training's not about who comes out on top, as long as there's marked improvement on either side from where they used to stand, so he's happy to do this. Everyone could always use more practice, no matter who they are; complacency gets people injured, even killed, and that's the last thing anyone wants happening on their watch. There may be no such thing as perfect, but as long as everyone makes it out in the end, they've done something right.

This is just practice, though, so it won't be on that level of grave. It should be taken seriously, in prep for the real thing, but there's some wriggle room to be had. "Don't go easy, but be careful. Can't be doing The Exiles' work for them," the wolf murmurs, to the group behind him. He thinks the best way to do this is to jump in, instead of standing around waiting for people to get into place, because, for the second time, it's important to be ready for the real thing.

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"'Course not. The more the merrier." It'll be interesting to see his clan mates fight again, and in a setting that doesn't involve frantic searching for someone who's been taken. He won't be much of a head combatant if he doesn't keep an eye on how they're doing, battle wise. Improvement is always a goal to strive for. "Alright, let's go. If anyone else wants to tag along, they can catch up." The wolf turns, and begins a mild trot down the stairs. WindClan might teach them a few things, and maybe they could teach them as well, for a mutual trade off of experience.

/updated the first post with the link!

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Great! I can start the thread when they meet soon! Would you like Leon to bring her to BlizzardClan or would they stay in the loner lands?

Hahaha, that sounds perfect! This is definitely going to be interesting
Once the thread with Nuriya is finished, we can start the actual blackmailing part, so I'll let you know when he can capture her.

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Things aren't...hectic in BlizzardClan, but with the rapid amount of disappearances due to captures, he's grown tired. This is selfish of him, retreating when there is more work to be done -there is always work to be done- but he needs to find something to help him recharge. No home is without stress, and while he thought he was better at handling stress than most people, he supposes it's been long enough that he's reached the end of his rope. He just needs fresh air for a little while, something that doesn't remind him of the people he's failed each time they're taken as easily as candy from children. It's too easy to blame himself for each incident; they're his responsibility, his to watch out for, and it's a steady erosion, finding them gone, and returning with pieces of themselves missing. Leon knows life isn't fair, but it should never be this skewed.

The wolf inhales, kicking at a stray rock. It's aimless, how he's walking out here, in the lands no one owns. It's not safe here, either, but he thinks it might even be safer than BlizzardClan; alliances, and the lack of them, are what lead to people getting hurt. Politics, and the persistence of people who live to get their kicks from inflicting pain and misery. Yeah, it's better that he's here, instead. They don't need to see him in this mood.

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Gotcha! Their thread is here!

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The smell of smoke alerts Leon to the fire. He's thinking someone has accidentally started something, or that someone has purposely started something, but when he finds the source of the smoke, it's neither of those things. It's Mack, burning what Leon thinks were his art supplies, and he exhales, doing his best not to breathe in too much of the smoke. There are enough memories associated with fire, too, that makes standing here difficult, but he's mastered the art of ignoring. He knows how to compartmentalize. He lifts his gaze from the fire, to Zero and Mack, the former offering to share his pain. Leon can't do anything like that, not even emotionally. He does his best, but it's always clear where his strengths lie.

"Be careful with that. Don't want anything else catching fire." It doesn't matter that some of them here could control the fire- damage would already be done, because that's what fire does. Gnawing on his cheek, Leon continues watching them both, but he's more focused on Mack. "Is there something wrong with the crayons?" He shouldn't ask. It's not his business.

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She's giving them roles to play? That's different than it was before; there must not be a set of standards, and since he hasn't looked into it, he wouldn't know in the first place. He's curious to know what she'll choose for him, and he needs something to keep his paws busy, so the wolf trots briskly over to the younger female, waiting patiently as she continues assigning different roles to different people. "Who do I get to play?" There's some faint amusement in Leon's tone, and that he can spare some humor in recent events, which have weighed heavily on his mind, is some small miracle.

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Fresh? Jesus. They don't stop at anyone, do they? If Leon had the option of completely ridding the world of The Exiles, he would take it- nothing good has come out of that clan in the entire time that Leon's been here, and far too many have suffered at their doing. These raids are some of the only ways to get them back, and to dish out a little pain in return. Leon doesn't say anything, because he doesn't have to, and there's no need for it. Instead, the wolf trots ahead, down the stairs while Jasper gives a few tasks to one of the children wanting to help.

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Diplomacy doesn't work here. In some ways, that's a pain in the ass, but in other ways, Leon's more than happy to go for the hard way after seeing all the things they've done to his people, innocent and left broken in the wake of their cruelty. He takes brief stock of all the people gathered, while Jasper attempts to reason with them, and when one of them goes after the combatant, sweeping at him with some kind of burning scythe, Leon aims to ram, hard, into the feline's side to knock her away, hopefully before the blade catches Jasper. [b]"I have to say, you're a pitiful version of the grim reaper." Leon's not usually so mouthy during battle, but the anger's stronger this time, and he's damn tired of how many people they keep losing to The Exiles.

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A masquerade ball? Leon knows what it is, but he's never attended one. Events that formal, even if they're a party, aren't really his scene, but he could always try it out, just to see. The wolf steps closer to stand behind Tama and Mercy, gaze on the SunClan Ambassador. Do they have a dress code? Other than the mask, since it is a masquerade. Inhaling, he says, or maybe mumbles, "I'll check it out." He doesn't want to write something off that he's never tried, even if he's never been one for...fancy parties.

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This has been apparent on more than one occasion, but Leon's...not the best when it comes to being the voice of comfort. He can listen well, and willingly, and he can be the helping hand, but he's still learning, when it comes to giving that verbal reassurance. He's nowhere near Tama. Maybe some people don't need that kind of comforting, but he wouldn't know, if there are. The wolf watches Francis carefully, the way he smiles and abruptly stops, and they are observations he doesn't know what to do with. "They tell stories. They mean you've lived, but," the wolf shrugs. "What I think doesn't matter." Francis does seem to care about how people see him, though, but truth be told, he could be missing half of his face and it wouldn't change how Leon views him.

He glances over at the others, and when Leon's through giving Mack his version of comforting words, the others are quick to do the same, just in better formats. He knows it won't be that simple, though. Mack may stop apologizing, but whether or not it truly helps the condition of his emotions is something else completely, and because Leon's no psychiatrist, or therapist, he's not an expert on what will help. He wishes he could, though. The things they did to Mack- the kid deserves all the support he can get, and he's not the only one, because plenty of people have been touched by the plague they call The Exiles. The wolf bites his tongue as the short conversations continue, until Tama's addressing Francis, and he forces a small smirk onto his mouth. "What she means is, 'don't worry, you'll be pretty no matter what.'"

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He should fit in well. Most people do, regardless of their personalities, but it's just more so that way for the ones who are more outgoing, or on the sweeter side. This guy seems very energetic, and that's something quite a few of them exhibit. Leon doesn't, but that's what makes BlizzardClan great- there's not just a single kind of person living here, even if a few of them are more inclined to be friendly than some of the others are. They can have their differences and their similarities, and still work well as a team. "Welcome to the group." The wolf pads closer, but he's standing at the back nonetheless, where he's most comfortable. "I'm Leon. Need anything to get settled in?"

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/oh my heart can't take this
just going to track for now

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Leon's never had his own meet and greet. He's not a...meet and greet kind of guy, in a way. Besides, there seems to be enough of these that holding his own seems like it would grow redundant in the end; he learns all their names eventually, in one way or another. It's enough for the wolf, who, upon overhearing the call, turns in his -fifth? sixth?- patrol of the territory to approach the person calling for a meet and greet. Like many here, he has his own unique appearance, but the wings and the horns aren't what immediately draws his attention. That honor goes to the bandages on his face, covering his eyes, and Leon can fill in the blanks from there. One more person who hasn't managed to escape unscathed.

Fresh is among that number, too. He's missing a leg, as many of the others are, Jules in particular. His gaze doesn't shy away from the normally exuberant child, despite the thick churning of guilt in his gut when he sees the empty space where his limb used to be. One more person suffering, one more person he'd been too incompetent to protect. What good is he, if he can't even do that? Leon doesn't bring anything else to the table. He inhales quietly, pulling his gaze from Fresh, to the larger feline. "Leon. You want a medic to look at that for you?" Mary or Desmund might have already, but it can't hurt to ask. Right?

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Leon doesn't have the same aversion to violence. When innocent people are involved, it's the last thing he wants happening, but the other team doesn't care whether or not you're going to put up a fight, not when they're just out to get the upper hand and hurt your people in the process. Shoving them back works better than trying to talk them out of it, in his experience; they know what they're doing, and they're not going to stop. Besides, it's what he knows best. Putting down his fists isn't something he can remember doing very often, if he ever has. He's not a loose cannon, but he's never been any good at standing on the sidelines, or waiting behind. Sometimes he wishes he could, because he knows not everything can be solved with sweat and blood.

Head cocked slightly, the wolf trots over to the smaller feline, who's carrying a satchel. Briefly, he considers what might be in it, but it's not his business. Instead, he gives Beekeeper -weird, but not the weirdest name- a nod. "Can't say we get many beehives around here, but welcome anyway. I'm Leon. Let me know if there's something you need."