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"If we keep doing meet and greets I'm going to start changing my name just to fuck with you," commented the peafowl male as he strode over to sit beside his friend, Volatiletimes. There were quite a few, after all, including the big ol' mass one that Euph put together, to which he never actually attended but probably should have. "Gideon, for those of you who don't know," he introduced, looking around at the others whom he mostly recognized.
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[ahh, sorry this is late! holidays and school..]
It appeared he had stumbled upon some personal business, as he took note of the weapon drawn by the other, prompting him to remain where he was, a safe distance. It wasn't often that he wandered onto scenes like this. In fact, he had actually never wandered upon a scene like this before. What should someone do in this situation was out of his knowledge. There were a lot of questions that he wanted to ask, sparked but what he saw before him, but he wouldn't ask any yet and would instead opt to let the other explain if he so chose to.
He returned the look of curious disbelief with his own, confirming that he had, indeed, asked what the other was doing. Clearly there was murder, but there was no reason for Gideon to assume that it had been an innocent. Then again, there was no real reason for him to assume that it was someone guilty, either. "Being a hero, then, mate?" the peafowl inquired, semi-cautiously taking a step forward while he acknowledges the other's reasoning. His head tipped in minor confusion. "I'm not sure what you mean."
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"Yes, ma'am," responded the brit, tipping his head the slightest bit in an attempt to recognize the former Riverclanner. She did look particularly familiar, but at the moment he couldn't think of why. It was likely they had run into each other in a visit or a battler, but either way he was glad to meet her. "Nah, I'm set, mate, but thank you. Traveling here and back is worth it if it means time away from the nuisances," the Australian cattle dog joked upon Leonardo's arrival. It brought a slight smile to the canine's muzzle, and he rolled his eyes as if he had been expecting the other to show any moment, which he ultimately had.
The last time he was here, he had gotten a bit flustered at the jaguar's behavior and mannerisms, but this time he prepared himself to expect it. This time, too, he eyed the blindfold curiously while he spoke, as if still eager to know why the Scarclan leader wore it. "Aye-o, mate. Good t' see you again, too. These are for you,"* he paused to push the basket towards the duo - now a trio as another had entered the scene. He nodded to Chemical in a greeting before he continued. "How's Scarclan doing?"
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"This is ridiculous," grumbled the canine, coming to a slowed pace after hearing the news. Another meeting from "Nighttales' successor", was it? Normally, Gideon would be chill about these things, or he'd find them amusing, or something along the lines that he wouldn't particularly take any type of action in response to the meaningless meeting, but his paws carried him a lot closer to Damiano than he had intended. The Australian cattle dog halted beside Damiano and, after lifting a single paw, aimed it to semi-gently smack the other. His expression was neither annoyed nor angry, simply neutral. "Jesus."
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[WHOOPS didn't see this]
There was commotion outside. Typically that was a normal thing around here, what with so many members running around doing their daily thing. This commotion, however, was directly outside of his apartment, causing the canine to peek through his bedroom/attic window to view the streets below. There were fabric items, he noted, on his doorstep and there were two of his clanmates fleeing the scene. He didn't notice Damiano. "Oye!" he shouted (not that anyone could hear him) and he rushed downstairs and out the door.
With him, was Soap's own gift. He tossed it in the retreating male's direction. In the box were a few pocket knives Gideon didn't need anymore, still fairly new, and all properly cleaned in their sheathes. "Yo, take your gift too, f#cker!" he shouted, joking, of course. Soap was his friend so there was no hint of a negative tone. Smiling to himself, he took the blanket and the hat inside. (Sweet, new hat!) "Thanks, mate.."
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He... couldn't really help but overhear the loud mouths coming from inside. It was rather hard to avoid, honestly, and while he heard his name mentioned in a random conversation he was still present because of the noise level. Curious ears had drawn him over, and he slid into the conversation silently, catching the last gist of what Volatiletimes had spoken of. "Are you asking for another parent or a mentor, Vol?" he began, only half jesting at the topic. It kind of sounded like a search for another guardian figure, after all, to teach him all that life stuff. "That's a hefty order, mate, but I understand the need to have the best of the best to train family."
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The canine halted beside Mids, having veered off of his original path at the mention of something he didn't recognize, but what seemed to smell like food. "Oni-what?" Gideon asked, screwing* up the word with no actual attempt to pronounce it. If someone repeated it he'd definitely test the word in his head and make a note of it. "What is it?"
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track, dittoing midna!
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Gideon responded to the objection with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He knew that, truthfully, Vol was always lonely and probably would enjoy another's company, but it was none of his business anyway. The canine inhaled sharply, exhaling an almost nervous chuckle. "Is that... sarcastic? Eclipsecub's a great kid, but surely there's someone who has more experience with dealing with his type of personality?"
Perhaps he had worded that wrong, but he simply meant that he feared the shisa wouldn't be the best at listening and he would easily become irritated with that kind of behavior. Maybe that was a good thing so he could amp up the discipline. "It's ultimately your choice, mate. I'd be honored if I do, okay with it if I don't."
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The Australian cattle dog showed up beside Spaceparty, curious as to what the creature was doing beside the river in the winter time, and his brown gaze settled with mild-curiosity on the body he was poking at. If Gideon had known the Thunderclanner had been through some sh*t tonight, as well as remembering the attempted alliance request with Ben, maybe he'd have a different reaction, but with the other's new body and the cold river water, it was hard to place a scent on the stranger. "Is he dead, mate?" questioned the Captain, halting next to the duo.
A paw reached out to gently prod the sopping mess, as if trying to identify him. "I'll get a medic."
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thread, joiner with concussion, amnesia, and almost drowned
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"I'm not going to give 'im a choice, Space. He will." lulled the male, shifting his weight to account for Euph, whom had introduced them all to the stranger. He shifted his optics in his comrade's direction, seemingly asking if that was okay. Someone shows up randomly and doesn't recall their name; they definitely aren't leaving here anytime soon. This guy probably had some sort of head injury and who were they to send him on his way? He returned his gaze to the Thunderclanner, ears flattening against his skull in a small indication of thought. "We'll patch ya up, mate. Nothin' to worry about."
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It did upset him that a rescue raid would be taking place despite previous times where their clanmates had been caught and no help was given. Perhaps it was because this was a child, but then again, children had been captured in the past. It felt unfair to Gideon, but a rescue mission seemed exciting, on the other hand. This would conflict the male, but ultimately he would nod his head with some determination. "All right."
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ic categories
favorite overall character: answer
favorite s / hp: answer
favorite non s / hp answer
favorite male character: answer
favorite female character: answer
favorite genderqueer / nonbinary character: answer
favorite newcomer: answer
favorite canon couple: answer
favorite ship: answer
favorite crackship: answer
favorite friendship: answer
most likely to end up together: answer
scariest: answer
most evil: answer
cutest: answer
friendliest: answer
funniest: answer
saltiest: answer
sweetest: answer
most flirty: answer
most serious: answer
most developed: answer
these characters:
seem like cinnamon rolls and actually are: answer, answer, this is a list!
seem like cinnamon rolls but would actually kill you: answer, answer, this is a list!
seem like they could kill you but are actually cinnamon rolls: answer, answer, this is a list!
seem like they could kill you and actually would: answer, answer, this is a list!
most likely to adopt the entire clan as their children: answer
most likely to have a protection squad: answer
most likely to take over the clan: answer
most likely to hit on everyone in the clan: answer
most likely to not give a single *: answer
most likely to kill someone with kindness: answer
most likely to kill someone, actually: answer
most likely to teach the clan sex ed: answer
most likely to be immature about sex ed: answer
most likely to not understand sex ed: answer
cutest newcomer: answer
funniest newcomer: answer
saltiest newcomer: answer
scariest newcomer: answer
newcomer who should be in jail: answer
newcomer most likely to be an addict: answer
newcomer most likely to get kicked out of rehab: answer
newcomer most likely to break out of rehab: answer
newcomer who's the most badass looking softie: answer
newcomer who's the most soft looking badass: answer
ooc categories
most welcoming: answer
most helpful: answer
most museful: answer
most smol: answer
most active: answer
most contributing: answer[/spoiler]
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"You think this is a joke, mate?" the cattle dog's lips peeled back to reveal his pointed teeth in a snarl, having halted beside his Commander whilst he asked politely of the whereabouts of their comrade. Children were pretty important, for all groups, and he didn't appreciate what Feliks had said. His expression retreated into one of a more solemn frown when the others arrived, announcing the same thing. Not true, possibly. You couldn't trust the cartel, right?
[quick track && ninja'd]
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It was always partially amusing to see Frightfur's burst of energy when it came to confrontation. In his time in Colouredclan he had learned rather quickly that when dealing with enemies, negotiating wasn't much of his thing. This time around, however, Gideon was a bit disappointed in the other's actions and even more so after Yuri joined in as well. He was cut in half - metaphorically speaking - in deciding whether to join them in their antics or remain where he was to talk. Not all things needed to be settled physically, after all, though he would get physical if need be.
The australian canine's head tipped, his brown optics flicking momentarily onto Nighttales as he spoke. The offer appeared fair. They killed one of their child members so they'd kill their perpetrator. Yet, of course, no one was ever willing to give their comrade up. Gideon crouched, muscles tensing and tail lashing behind him. He was ready to take this so called "betty" by force.
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"Hit me up, Euph." Gideon barked, halting a little ways off from his comrades. His tail was wagging, a good sign that, for once, he was a bit eager for work.
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"Got it, Night. Congrats to those promoted."
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The cattle dog's toes wiggled hesitantly, tapping the stone architecture of the bridge where he stood. His expression gave way to his nervousness and he wondered if, by coming here, he was making the right choice. It was a big step for the male to get up and move homes, if The Elite would even have him. He had left all of his friends and those he had grown close to, and had resigned as Colouredclan's captain by leaving. It was surely a difficult decision - one he took months on to negotiate within himself. Finally, however, the wanderlust was too much for him and he just bare the thought of a lack of adventure and change. He needed this, maybe.
Gideon sucked in a breath, flexing his sore shoulders as a tattered green army medic bag was strapped uncomfortably to him, containing the minor things of his belongings. The canine took several steps towards the mansion, leaning a bit to the side to peer at the moat underneath him. This seemed intimidating, but perhaps they weren't all like Yuri, as he had expected. That, and The Elite and Colouredclan were... neutrals, right? That wasn't too bad. "Hello?"
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