Posts by LEON,

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Everything is strange, but it's not until Desmund claims that he's human that Leon's expression changes, one canine eyebrow lifting. Okay, his head is definitely more rattled than he previously thought, except Leon has been exposed to things he wouldn't have thought possible if he hadn't seen them happen, so- there could be something honest here. It's not the sort of thing you'd want to lie about, is it? Not when the first reaction is definitely going to be skepticism, not acceptance. "I can tell you that all of this is real. Otherwise, your head's a pretty screwed up place to come up with these things." Not...the most encouraging thing to say, is it? "BlizzardClan's not a country, but I guess you could call it that, at least for us. If what you're saying is true, then you should probably stay here." He doesn't know how they'll go about finding what caused this. "You can rest up, and once you've settled in then we can look more into your situation. I can't guarantee anything though."

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*. The wolf's jaw clenches as he skids to a stop before the barrier, and he doesn't know either of the BlizzardClanners, but he does know that they're his responsibility nonetheless, and he can't stand by idly. They need someone with powers. Someone like Tama, or really anyone, because even with the barrier, the ground underneath the attacker's feet is still ground, and he's sure it can still be manipulated. He just can't do it himself, and he slams a paw against the barrier, fangs bared. "This thing won't hold forever. You better hope you're gone when it is."

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He can't be the only one who thinks there's something off about him, right? Babypaw's being friendly, yet Francis is, oddly, subdued. The creep factor increases from six to sixteen the moment he answers her, and his gaze shifts over to both Babypaw and Francis, looking for some kind of validation that he hasn't just heard him incorrectly. "Right. How's the real estate business in the shadows?" Jesus. The wolf inhales, but the guy hasn't done anything explicitly...wrong yet, so he'll just have to keep an eye on him if he can. "I'm Leon."

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How the hell has he missed this guy? The wolf stares at the much larger, robotic being for several seconds, but it's only a brief pause and he's rolling with it already, because they live on floating islands and people can shoot lightning from their paws if they wish. Out of the ordinary is the normal here, although Leon's always been more adjusted to the things that are odd. "Careful with that tail, buddy," he suggests, avoiding the sweeping appendage as he decides to approach the massive person. Seriously, how hasn't he met him before? "How's the weather up there?"

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/that's some shiny muse

Rejoin? He's the second person Leon's found who's been here in BlizzardClan before. Is there a trend starting? Hopefully it'll be a better one than the swarm of notices they got about leaders stepping down, but more joiners seems like it's supposed to be a good thing. Leon doesn't share that opinion, though; it's harder to keep an eye on everyone when there's so many, and he's still waiting for that other shoe to drop on the whole 'auto acceptance' concept. He doesn't think today's the day that'll happen, either; it's that vague, anticipatory "one day" he refers to. "You know, Francis, I was thinking the other day that you really don't even need your power training. You could always just flirt with them until they combust." The wolf keeps his gaze on Seafoam as he speaks, expression neutral despite the joke. "I'm Leon. Let me know if you need something." Not that anyone ever does. He can't say he regrets that when he's no one's maid or errand boy, but that's just how the system works.

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/geez I forgot again

He supposes that's a good sign. BlizzardClan is in pretty good shape for the most part. It's just that The Exiles seem very vehement, like they don't know when to quit, and how a group like that has managed to flourish- it should be a mystery, but it isn't, because people as a whole aren't pretty. BlizzardClan's an exception, but there are enough people living out there with twisted morals that it's not hard to see why a clan like The Exiles has done so well. He hates that, but what is there to do? There's no single source for them all.

"You won't hear me arguing with that," he answers, something of a smile on his mouth, before it's gone in the next few seconds. BlizzardClan will hang on, yeah. He's seen enough to know that's true, because they've got people like Tama and Lucina, Storm and Francis, and everyone else. Some days he's convinced he's never been this lucky. "Sorry. I'm not much of a conversationalist these days."

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The smoke is thick in his throat. He can barely breathe through it, sprawled out across shattered glass, a warm -too warm- body underneath his. He pushes himself to his feet with a cough, and when he looks down- she's burned. He knew she would be when he burst in, the house close to toppling beneath the flames, but he hadn't realized just how long she had been trapped there. This would have gone unnoticed in all the chaos, with enough problems stacking on top of each other that missing it would have been easy. It doesn't excuse him, though, and now she's-

The stench of seared flesh has bile rising in his mouth. She's so small, fur burned away, and he can barely stomach looking at her, eaten by the flames and suffering for his mistake. The rise and fall of her chest is so slight he nearly thinks he's lost her already, and her breaths ragged, croaking; he knows now she's not going to make it. He made it here too late. "Hang in there," he orders, but it falls on deaf ears, and even if she were to respond, she can't haul herself back from the brink of death through will alone.

He doesn't even know her name. She's going to die with a stranger, in pain, and he knows that few people ever get to choose how they leave the world but whoever she is, she deserves some form of comfort. Something that isn't fire and pain and struggling lungs. "I'm sorry." The wolf places a feather light touch on her shoulder, and waits, the seconds dragging by as she finally succumbs completely, chest stilling. "I'm sorry." There's the sound of steps behind him. He doesn't turn to face them, lifting a paw to his face and scrubbing away at soot and a wetness he blames on the smoke.

Leon wakes. He unfolds himself from his tight curl, and the taste is still in his mouth. He can still smell the smoke. He stands, wobbling before he rights himself, and then he stumbles to the nearby creek, uncaring for the freezing temperature as he splashes water on his face. He drinks it, too, trying to get it off his tongue, but it's there to stay, and he sticks his paws in the water. Leon scrubs them, scrubs them and scrubs them, but there's so much blood and he just can't clean it.

It's only when his paws are raw that he stops, sitting back on the bank with a quiet heaving breath. He lifts a limb, testing the steadiness of leveling it and his paw out. Neither shake. Guess that's something conditioned out of him, and he can't say he isn't thankful that it doesn't show; he can't handle his responsibilities if he's too busy getting a handle on himself.

/this was sloppy, sorry for any mistakes

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Don't worry about it!
Fresh is so adorable oml

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Ah, *. He lifts a paw, rubbing at his jaw as Tama pads over, and he should've known that this wouldn't go unnoticed, but recognizing that isn't going to change anything. Even knowing ahead of time probably wouldn't have changed anything. "Hey," he answers, but it's not really an answer, not yet. Not the one to her question. He knows it's their thing around here, comforting each other; they have the time for it, and he suspects even if they didn't, they'd make time. He should've done a better job of suppressing it all nonetheless. Leon drops his paw, glancing over at the serval. "Well, the voices say I'm fine." It's a weak joke, and still not an answer. The wolf shakes off some of the water, paws stinging as the air continues to meet flesh rubbed raw. "Don't worry about me. It's nothing, really."

Storm's here too, because of course he is. He looks to him from out of the corner of his eye, and then he blows out a breath. More kindness, and Leon doesn't know what to do with it. "There's nothing to help. But I guess- if you've got some mint that'd be great." The taste is still there, in the back of his mouth, and if he had a weaker stomach it wouldn't be pretty.

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He hasn't played this game since...well he can't remember, but it's not something you need experience with to play. The name says enough about it, and he's sure he'll be picking dare pretty consistently. It'd be better with some alcohol, but he thinks that for nearly everything, so he pads closer, glancing at both Storm and Tama. This should turn out to be interesting. The wolf seats himself, and that's enough of an answer for his participation, unless there are people who like to just sit by and watch. He's more of a doer himself.

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/if this is really excited dribble
then your concentrated work is probably going to blind me with its glory

This isn't the first person they've had who's on the skittish side. That's not a bad thing, though- BlizzardClan's probably one of the better places for people who shouldn't be exposed to *, and that's not Leon's bias shining through at all. He knows most of the people who are up and about these days, and none of them should be giving Pinetree any trouble. As long as they don't mind a bit of inevitable flirting from Francis, they should be fine, although that's for them to work on- he can't actually determine if people will do well somewhere. He can just say that the people here are kind to everyone, so long as they're not an enemy hurting another BlizzardClanner.

"No need to apologize. When you first see a bunch of floating islands, who's living there usually isn't what comes to mind first." Not for Leon, anyway, but he didn't have experience with any clans back then, had only heard of them briefly in passing. He thinks he's fit in alright despite the initial troubles he had with focusing himself on more people, fallible people at that. Not that anyone's truly infallible. He knows that more than most. "Okay, Pinetree. You want to rest for a while? Or you just passing through?" He doesn't mention the uncertainty when they gave their name, choosing to chalk it off to some wariness or another with relative strangers. "I'm Leon, by the way."

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How many people here know French? Leon's starting to think he's missed a memo somewhere, informing everyone to take French classes. Shaking those thoughts away, he keeps a watchful eye on Seafoam, who goes on to answer Francis, and the first thing that comes to Leon's head in response is, "Jesus Christ it's another Francis." Not exactly, though; he's maybe much more explicit, except he remembers the time they had a little show and tell and Francis offered up his dick. He's close to laughing, can feel it in his throat, but he swallows it down, glancing over at Storm with a very pointed expression. Are these guys serious right now? Apparently Seafoam is, and his answer to Leon's comment has his lupine eyebrows cocking, before he shakes his head, snorting.

"Oh, of course you are. Mind if I cook a few eggs on your head? Scrambled, like your sense of shame," he says in reply to the retriever, and then Lirim chimes in, and it dissolves from there into some kind of dick contest. What if a kid- too late, there's Fresh, learning too much too early. Mack's here too, and that's not as bad, but Leon's starting to wonder what the hell he's got himself into. He needs to get off this train, and that- he should have chosen better phrasing. Leon's nose wrinkles. "Alright, that's enough. It's not that hard to keep it in your pants, at least until the kids are gone and you're not in public." Mack's already put the foot down, but some back up on that wouldn't hurt. It was amusing at first but now it's taken a turn for the moronic.

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everyone's so interesting
I love seeing all the work people put into their characters it's more than a little amazing

* Leon's based off of the Biohazard/RE character Leon Kennedy
* he. really doesn't like not being able to help people, even strangers
* when he's not dreaming of memories, sometimes he dreams about all the ways he could die
* used to be more of a lighthearted guy but time always weathers
* such a huge softie. that's kind of a cliché with the whole "tough on outside, soft on inside" thing but it's a big part of his character
* very protective
* more of a hands on guy
* kind of wants that domestic lifestyle
* have I mentioned he's protective

aaand that's it because I
haven't developed him much rip

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Jules. Leon sits up straighter when he hears him, abandoning the thoughts still circling his dream to instead focus on the kid, who's making progress. It...makes him proud, honestly, but he keeps that comment to himself for now, until they're further down the road of recovery; the wounds are still fresh and while sometimes he can lack tact, he's not an idiot. "Hey, it's fine. I should get it myself anyway." The wolf smiles, just a little quirk of one side of his mouth, but it's there. "You settling in alright?" He doesn't ask about the injuries, not directly, because that's probably all he's heard lately and Leon knows how frustrating that can be.

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You know, when Leon first joined, he'd thought nothing more could really surprise him, but the universe must've taken that as a challenge, because almost every step of the way has involved something so crazy that he's kept on his toes, and on today's menu is apparently a...sentient wall of water? Leon's concerned that it's going to crash into camp, except it sweeps in towards Babypaw instead, who, instead of being knocked away, just...absorbs it all. Nearly every last drop, and when all's said and done, she's got a pair of wings sprouting from her back. What kind of water is that? "An angel? So, what, that was holy water?" He's just going to have to roll with it like he usually does, although Storm's doing a better job of that than he is, already asking after her well-being while Leon's over here, standing like a slack-jawed idiot.

He shakes his head, trotting closer, gaze dancing between the wings and the girl herself. "Is this the part where you smite someone?"

/tries to match muse
miserably fails

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/the smol becomes tol

Feeling useless is usually a catalyst for people. Or it has been for Leon, who, when faced with situations he can't change, things he can't fix or otherwise prevent, always strives to do better the next time. Because he knows what will happen if he doesn't. It's not a burden anyone wants, believing they're worthless or powerless, because those things do have power. You let yourself go on for so long believing you'll never amount to anything and you'll just dig your hole deeper. It's like a reverse placebo. Instead of taking a sugar pill and getting better because you have yourself convinced it'll heal you, you swallow something bitter and it takes root. So yeah, it's a tough burden, but if you learn how to carry it the load will get lighter. The problem is, not everyone knows how to deal with it. Soldiering on isn't a one size fits all concept.

Kids, for instance, will probably have trouble with it. They should never have to feel like they're useless, but in this world it's bound to happen, no matter how supportive BlizzardClan itself is. Kids don't have as much experience, and their shoulders are too young, but life doesn't give much of a damn sometimes. And maybe, in some of those cases, other people are to blame for it, even unintentionally.

Drawn by the sounds of a slight commotion, he prepares himself as best he can for some other crazy feat, but he's still not ready to see Freshwater looking so...not small. It takes him a minute, and luckily the others have bought him time with their comments and questions. The wolf exhales from his nose, finally asking, "Does this mean I can't call you kid?"

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just going to track this for now
Leon's name is a terrible one for shipping lmao

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I'm just curious to know what everyone's characters sound like! I know a few of them okay maybe only one but that's what this is for, so just post whatever videos of them that you have!

I put Leon's in the spoilers below (the first one's a pretty short clip, the second one's longer)

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Staying to be with people, huh? There's no harm in that, not really, although Leon's learned that you shouldn't base your happiness on things you can lose. Not that it's stopped him from doing it before, and not that it's doing much to keep him from going on the way he is now, steadily growing attached to the people of BlizzardClan and doing very little about it. The process might be easier, if they weren't all so kind, or at least friendly, yet even so, he's managed to keep the more extroverted people at arm's length before. It doesn't really explain why he can't now, does it? As he's been thinking more and more often lately, it seems like he's just going soft around the edges now.

The wolf trots closer, though he still stands towards the back, glancing over everyone here, gaze pausing on Fresh. He's let it sink in that the kid has somehow sprung up overnight, but he can't help the occasional double take- he used to be so small and now he stands taller than Leon. "You've got the official welcome too, then. I'm Leon." He's never introduced himself as frequently as he has in BlizzardClan, that's for sure.

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From what he's managed to learn, he's allowed to hold little training sessions like the one he has in mind, so he's decided to go ahead with it. It doesn't take much actual preparation, but he does have to find a relatively large, flat clearing, and round up enough objects to scatter around it -just odds and ends really, bulky things like boxes. He's got several blindfolds too, because that's the whole point of this exercise; it's not a pitiful obstacle course the way some might think it is. The wolf takes a step back to look over his work, and it's not too shabby for having to ask around several times to find materials he can use.

Leon glances around, and he figures now's the time to get people over here. It's not much of a training if there's nobody present. "Alright, if you can hear me I've got a little training exercise for you all to run through."