Posts by LEON,

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Leon can't say he's a very artsy guy himself -when has he ever had time for anything, really?- but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate other people's work. It takes skill and patience to create, whether it's a painting or a sculpture, and while he doubts he'll ever be one of those people who devotes their time to the arts, it's nothing to scoff at. It has him thinking he should probably get a hobby of his own; reading is about as much as he does these days, and he knows that makes him a...pretty boring person to be around. Padding closer, the wolf glances at the canvas, and then focuses on the artist, whose name is Kiki. Even that matches. "How long did this take you?" The others made introductions, so he decides to add, "I'm Leon, by the way."

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Abiliene's gone. Leon doesn't know her well, but he's seen her around a few times, and looking over this scene, he doesn't need to know her well. It's obvious what's happened here, with the mess gathered right before the staircase, and a solitary feather from what must have been a brief struggle. She has a set of wicked talons and a beak, but, as this all displays, they clearly weren't enough to keep her safe. How Leon missed this, he doesn't know, but it pisses him off and he has to bite down hard on his cheek to keep from showing that. Getting angry now won't help anything. "Someone took Abiliene. Anyone catching a scent?" He hasn't yet, which might not be promising, but there has to be one somewhere. Unless they don't have a scent, as he's seen before.

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"Is it? She's a bird. Maybe someone got hungry." It's not that he doesn't believe The Exiles could be at the root of this, but he just wants to cover all of their bases. Enemies are made somehow. It would be easier though, if The Exiles are the perpetrators of this. As terrible as it is, he hopes for that, over some random loner or whoever snatching the owl up for a snack. He glances away from the scene to look at Tama instead, who's visibly worried, and probably concocting a plan, one that she voices soon enough. "It'd be my pleasure. You going to sit this one out?" It's not up to him whether or not she does, but the last time, she wasn't as pregnant. Her going along, in Leon's opinion, could be a recipe for disaster if someone gets a hit in at the right -or wrong- time.

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They haven't interacted a lot, but Leon?

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Leon's found himself in a drunken state on a few occasions. He's not a loud, obnoxious drunk though, not from what he can remember. He doesn't do too much drinking these days, but there are some nights he decides to overpower a different burn in his throat with that of a drink, and that might not be the healthiest decision he's ever made, though he doesn't do it to keep in shape. The wolf comes over to the trio, choosing to stand nearby Storm and glancing at the candy Zero has offered. "Might want to save that conversation for when he's sober and more likely to remember," he comments, on Storm's bit of advice given. Coolpaw could forget the majority of this entire thing, and reasoning with drunk people who can't even realize their glasses are on their face won't do much good, but Leon wouldn't expect anything else.

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/sorry this is late!

Babyblue did say to invite other allies along, but for a weekly task, that sounds like it's going to be a large event, and he doesn't think he's got all the credentials for something that big. It might be best to keep it between just the pair of them, and if it's successful, then maybe he can go to Tama and see if a future mock battle with more clans involved would be permitted. Focusing on the smaller feline, he eventually nods, and he's glad the idea's got some approval from this side. It won't be much of a practice event if no one's interested in it. "Just us. Maybe I can see about something more substantial in the future, but we'll have a go with only two this time." He shrugs.

The wolf shakes off more water and avoids splattering it on the WindClanners the best he can. He might not be too successful with that. His soaked ears twitch, rotating towards the new speaker. The tiger has a question of his own, to which Leon answers, "WindClan territory, unless you've got a preference." He doesn't see how successful raids would be with all those stairs that need climbing to get to BlizzardClan. The attackers would have stamina, but on BlizzardClan's side, they could make it into a choke point with enough people. "Anything else I need to cover?"

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Desmund's starting to get the hang of this, isn't he? Anyway, his own talents aren't the kinds of things you put on a stage and have people judge. Not that he minds- what he has are all for practical purposes, and that's all he needs. He'll just have to enjoy watching what skills his clan mates have, after he helps with the invitations; he considers volunteering for a judge, but Leon wouldn't know what criteria he's meant to use as a guideline. "I can pop over to BoneClan." He'd go to WindClan, but he just paid them a visit not too long ago and he doubts they want to see him again.

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He better have the right place. Leon's never been to BoneClan before, doesn't even know what one looks like, so getting here has involved some bartering and gut instinct. It hasn't led him astray yet, but today just might be the day it lets him down. Someone lives here, at least; hopefully it's BoneClan. Rubbing at his chin, the wolf comes to a complete stop, ears pricked and stance prepared, for whatever might end up meeting him here. He does not have the patience today to deal with anyone other than the people he's looking for, but he won't risk BlizzardClan's position if they aren't who he's needed to locate. Meaning he's going to behave nonetheless. "I've got an invite for BoneClan to a talent show BlizzardClan's hosting." If this isn't the group, they can correct him on that.

/the event is here!
also this is rushed, sorry!

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This guy looks...cheerful. In BlizzardClan, there are so many lighthearted, friendly people, and that makes his lack of an expression even more of a contrast. Leon's wary as he approaches the larger canine, but if he's a threat, waiting at their border doesn't seem like it'd be a choice made by someone who has any negative intentions toward the people here. He taps into his gut, though, just in case, but it's giving mixed signals too, so he decides to treat this the way he had Fenton: he'll keep an eye on the direwolf, however long he's here, but unless he acts out in open hostility then he'll be left alone. He might not even be a joiner, for all Leon knows. "You here for something other than brooding?" That might not be the best way to begin this, but it's a bit late to take it back now. "Who are you?"

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He doesn't know the language the feline's speaking -he thinks it might be Vietnamese, but he can't speak it anyway- but the tone of the voice speaking those foreign words is what matters. It's what catches Leon's attention, who's been on the scene for more than a few people needing help. They're quiet, and there's a long pause afterward, but he knows that whoever they are, they're still here, and he's not the first person to find them. There's another voice too, nervously asking the usual phrase, but Leon's not going to fuss over that when the stranger's distressed. Tama or any of the others might be better at the comforting business, though he'll still make a go of it, in his own way. He'll just have to see for himself how successful it goes.

Walking past the winged Siamese, Leon slowly heads closer to the injured lynx, and those are...bullet holes? The hell? "Hey, we have someone who can look at those for you. Just hang in there for now, okay? You're in BlizzardClan."

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"I'm in." It's good they're having one of these. Training is always useful, and even though some of them won't be participating directly, they'll have something to learn still. The wolf glances over everyone here, wondering how she's going to organize this. Will they have partners and spar that way, or is this a different kind of combat practice? Lucina could take this in several different directions, and he'll have to wait to find out which one she ultimately chooses. Whatever she decides, he'll walk away with a bit more experience than he had going in, so there's something to look forward to.

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Pee in his apple juice...again? So it's happened before? Leon bites his cheek trying not to laugh, but the scene has a snort escaping anyway, especially when he keeps claiming all he had was a bit of apple juice. This shouldn't be as funny as it is, because it's obvious getting drunk was accidental, but that's...part of what makes this as entertaining. "Yeah, that was apple juice, and I'm a unicorn." Jesus. The wolf is still too close to laughter, but he is able to keep it down. For the time being.

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"Don't mind Francis. He's a dog with a bone. Metaphorically." Leon missed this guy's joining, and he guesses he should start doing better when it comes to welcoming people in. There's just not much he can say to make it interesting, but he doesn't know why he wants to focus on that, of all things. Anyway, sounds like the feline's made his way around; Leon could say he has his own somewhat hefty mileage, just not around the clans. BlizzardClan's the first real place he's settled down in, and it was rocky in the beginning, the wolf tiptoeing, yet refusing to be cowed by the unfamiliarity of everything here. The people here have made it easier, like Tama, Storm, Truey, Fresh, Babyblue- and yeah, even Francis, sometimes. "I'm Leon." Okay, now he has to think of a question. "Have any hobbies?"

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/is this permanent? :0

"Damn it." It's not a loud exclamation. It's quiet, a gust of air from his mouth. He wants to be angry; he is angry, furious, an intense heat bubbling under his skin. He was too slow. Leon's considered the people here as part of his responsibility from nearly the very beginning, and he knows they're not solely his to watch out for, but the fact that she was butchered on their territory so easily is infuriating, and shameful. It's *ing ridiculous. His mouth is a thin line, and the wolf, briefly glancing to Padme, focuses fully on the body. He wants to hit something. He wants to tear something to pieces, preferably the bastard who did this, but he forces himself to calm down. His anger can't help her. "We're burying her. I'm going to clean her up first." He can do this on his own. It won't take much effort to find water to wash away the blood, but the gaping line in her neck needs to be closed.

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It's not the first time someone's broadcasted their voice in his head, but it's still strange, and Leon still startles a little when it happens. He knows it's not invasive, except there's the possibility, and he...really doesn't want anyone up in his head, although he does doubt that anyone would want to be in his head in the first place. Ignoring his discomfort, he tries to identify the owner of the voice, and thankfully, it only takes him a moment, remembering hearing it not too long ago; recalling what he filters through his senses is usually pretty easy for the wolf, so he goes off in search of the winged feline, coming across him and Tama. He's not surprised to see her here, and he gives her a nod before he's focusing on the Siamese. "I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Leon." Short and simple. Now for a question..."If you could travel through time, where would you go?"

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His ears flick when Ted speaks, giving his commentary on the act itself. There's a spark of...more anger, maybe, that he's remarking on the process, like that's what matters, but he's gotten a lid on it all now. How long that lid will hold, who knows, but it's not bubbling over now when he has someone to bury because a member of The Exiles got- what, bored? The wolf grits his teeth, bending and sliding a shoulder underneath her smaller body. He's not going to drag her anywhere, and that might be impractical to some, but it's really not going to cost him anything to carry her. Leon ignores the pull of his still tender back, focusing more on balancing Genesis, and glancing over at Vincent. "Could use some help washing her off, once we get to a stream." He won't do it directly in the water, though. "And if you don't mind dirt, that hole's not going to dig itself."

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So many questions. He's got no doubt that Tama can handle all of them, but he's not going to add to the barrage anyway, so the wolf just trots over to the back of the group and keeps quiet for now. He's a little proud to see that he can name all the people who are here, which isn't much, but once he was standing in a sea of unfamiliar faces, unsure if he was going to stay. Leon knows he's staying now, or as much as he can without being able to predict the future. Deciding to sit after a moment, he waits with perked ears, curious to know the answers to all these questions.

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Damn it, again? Sucking in a sharp breath, the wolf stands where John must have been when he was snatched. Abiliene was captured not long ago, and Leon had to lead a raid for that (once Abiliene's plot was finished) so he hopes when he does host that one, they might be able to find the kid. It's a tricky situation, from what he's been told. Only because The Exiles are a stubborn bunch of cockroaches who don't know when to quit. He's alive, right? From what happened with Genesis- it's clear they wouldn't be afraid of killing him on the territory, so he must be alive. Thinking of Jules, he knows what they have in store for him might make living more of a trial than it was before, but it's still life, isn't it? "John was taken," he announces, once he knows he's got a lid on everything again.

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"Sapphire?" There's no real delicate way to put this -not one he knows of- but she...looks like hell. It's not obvious, but he's seen it often enough on faces locked down almost as well as a prison that it's not hard to see lines of weariness in hers. Fresh hasn't seemed to notice- maybe Leon's imagining things, but he's following his gut, and he knows something's wrong. Ever since that incident with the random woman, he's been waiting for...something. He doesn't know. Some kind of fallout? She'd been very embarrassed then, and uncertain; Leon thought at the time she must have been working a few things out in her head. For some people, it's a slow process, naming all the pieces of the puzzle that make up what they are. For Leon, it's never been too big of a deal; what he is has never bothered him. He focuses more on his actions. Not everyone gets away as easily as he has, though.

Glancing over at Fresh again, he inhales softly. He won't push her into making any confessions. She can do that on her own time. But he is concerned, and he doesn't know how to express that without tipping his hand. "How's the water?" A lame question, yeah.