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  • HIT YOUR MARK WITH EVERY LAST ARROW | S/HP MEETING

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    "You know, mate, the whole time I've lived 'ere, this is something I've been waiting for," rumbled Gideon, stepping delicately into the meeting. He always seemed to listen outside before he actually showed up. Why; he didn't know, but here he was anyway. The cattle dog's tail was wagging almost unsure of itself as he approached, taking a seat next to Yuri and giving the other a nod in greeting. "Going all out, Night. I think it be wise should someone spy who wasn't there during the raid or, at least can change bodies. If they recognize 'em then we're in some sh*t - whether by voice or scent or appearance. I ditto that, lads.. to be careful, I mean." he barked.




    "Cheer up, Yuri. Maybe we're just not properly trained. And even then, Night has a point. We have allies for a reason."
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  • IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE INACTIVE POST HERE

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    aye aye, captain
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  • was never much but we made the most of it [o, leaving]

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    [this is a little bit after the whole cartel deal, so ill still rp here for a few more weeks or so*]




    It had taken him quite a few weeks to come to this decision, delayed more and more by Tara and Rick's departure, and the emotions he felt towards Colouredclan. He loved this place and all of its members with all of his being, even if he did find a select few to be the very definition of annoying. It was a place that had taken him in in times of trouble and had trusted him enough to climb their rankings. It was an honor to have lived here, in what he felt in his heart was home, but he couldn't continue to sit in his room and wonder what else was out there for him. Wanderlust, they had called it. That's what he had.




    Earlier in the day he had grabbed his bag (which he had packed a week prior to his decision), filled it with a few more of his newer belongings and headed out. Now, he stood on the outskirts of one of Colouredclan's biomes, his hazel eyes revealing nervousness, fear, and excitement. He would return here, eventually, but for now Gideon would wait to see if anyone would stumble upon him so he could at least say goodbye before he left.
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  • TAKE ME ON [o, another joiner]

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    Gideon lifted his hazel optics from the stone to the tigress, ears flattening against his skull when he recognized her. It had been, maybe, only a day since the raid and the ones involved were still fresh in his head. If she was here now, in The Elite, then this certainly would be an awkward interaction but he'd simply have to deal with the fact. The canine cleared his throat before he spoke, noting that someone else was on their way over. " I'm 'ere t-"




    He was ultimately cut off by the next arrival, who seemed to know what he was thinking, and gave him humorous advice. Gideon would take it to heart but in the end he would probably go to the Mess Hall at night out of pure curiosity. "Yes, I did. I'd like to join, if you'd have me," Gideon barked. He shifted his weight from one paw to the next, greeting the two others who came to meet him with a brief smile. "Name's Gideon."
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  • was never much but we made the most of it [o, leaving]

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    [WRITE THAT NOVEL MIDNA]




    It was good to see so many familiar faces show up to say their farewells, even though he hadn't gotten to know some of them as much as he would've liked. It made him feel like, just maybe, he was making a mistake, but he knew that in the end, if he didn't leave now, he'd be stuck with a sense of longing for something more for a very long time.




    The cattle dog briefly glanced downwards, listening to those who spoke their goodbyes and inquired where he was intending to go, and if he would ever come back. Of course he would. After all, this was his true home. He merely desired to test other waters.




    The Captain moved to give each creature who stood before him a tight, brief hug before saying anything. "I don't really know where I'll be going, but where ever it is I'll sure to be alright," he huffed in response to Vol and Derrick, specifically, thus confirming Euph's question.




    There were some smiles which was good. It made it a bit easier. Gideon glanced at those who said nothing and gave them each a confirming nod, then focused his full attention on Papika. He liked her; the bits and pieces he caught of her. "Of course I will, mate. I'll return home eventually, but for now I've... gotta go."




    An airy laugh blew past his parted lips, and finally he tore his optics from the femme onto Morty, whom he had grown to like over their short interactions. This was getting a bit overwhelming for him. "Thank you."
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  • private confession, nighttales needed | even the mighty fall

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    trACKING will also respond to their thread soon && will delete this if desired
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  • I'M DOUBLE SIDED | WEEKLY TASKS 01-07

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    Mid-exploration of the building he had happened to stumble upon the outside of the parlor when he heard the call for weekly tasks. It clicked a bit of nostalgia in his brain and caused him to briefly pause outside of the door. Everyone had weekly tasks, then, didn't they? It was a strange thought that the activity was universal. A part of him hoped that, when he did decide to enter, he would see a familiar face though he knew it wouldn't be likely. No one here was familiar.




    Gideon shouldered his way into the room, nose twitching at the smell of it. Most of the building seemed to reek of the deceased and that was something he had yet to get used to. He'd adapt to it, eventually. The canine's hazel eyes swept the room for a moment, then he barked, "I'll take one."
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  • SCALING CLIMBERS | open

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    He couldn't bake, oh no. He'd probably burn the whole building down with a cup of milk, so he opted to come to an eventual halt beside Duskmire, whom, for some reason, he had taken an instant liking to. The canine's optics flicked between Azazel and Mastermind, noting that they would be competing against one another, and then perked his ears at Saxon's troubled tone. They didn't seem okay, but because Gideon had not met them yet, he wouldn't judge. "I've known some great bakers in my life, mates, so if you wan't I'll gladly help choose a winner." he replied with a bit of a toothy side grin, cocking a brow.
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  • YOU ARE THE BEST OF MANKIND; the chosen one (event)

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    track-a-lack
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  • Opinions on Papika?

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    dittoing touma, basically. I don't find papika annoying at all and I see her in a child's light (compared to how i rp children when they have the mindset of, like, and 80 year old man). I see her as curious and friendly and an overall sweet heart, so during development should any major negative plots arise it'd be interesting to see how she'd have to adapt to it.
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  • weeps,,,plots?

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    SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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  • heeeeeeyyy

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    Since Gideon will come back eventually, I'll be sticking around ooc, and if anyone wants to visit Gid he's in The Elite gasp, so scandalous




    This has been a psa <3
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  • was never much but we made the most of it [o, leaving]

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    A nervous laugh escaped him, his hazel eyes closing for a brief few seconds to comprehend the tone of his friend. When they opened, they seemed to have hardened, as if he didn't want to appear emotional. He loved all of his friends and even though visiting was an option, he wouldn't get to see them on a regular basis. "Ah, bloody hell," Gideon huffed, giving a roll of his eyes. "You won't 'lose me', nobody is 'losing me.' I'll visit every now and then and once I find a place to settle, I'll let you guys know and you can come and visit me."
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  • heeeeeeyyy

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    fill my thread cup
    do it
    fill it and let me chug it down and choke on it
    he'll be so happy to see both of them tbh
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  • Waiting for the rain [♥] open, joining

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    He had been around, exploring and learning to navigate the castle before he explored the territory, so he had been near the entrance when he heard a faint knock on the large doors. The canine strutted towards them, opening them up a tad to peek through at the other, whom he did not recognize. Now, if he had known it was Betty - the very Betty whom Colouredclan was after for killing one of their children - this interaction would've gone very different. However he didn't know it was her, so he opened the doors a bit more, (cautiously as it could've been an enemy; he didn't really know since he was new) and stared her down. "Hello?"
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  • THE REASONS I CAN'T HAVE YOU | open, gift baskets

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    The cattle dog passed by Mercy, pausing momentarily to note that she didn't seem to have any intentions of greeting the visitor. Oh strange, personal affairs, but he wouldn't question it since he had some of his own. He considered stepping forward to ask the universal question, but before he could, she seemed to have recollected herself. Gideon offered Mercy an encouraging nod, letting her know that even though they were not familiar with each other, he was here to support.




    Upon approach, Gideon's mindset kicked back to when he was one of Colouredclan's captains. "Yes, hello. Thanks for the gifts, mate, they're appreciated. Long trip?"
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  • heeeeeeyyy

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    oml yes im ready
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  • CUTTING ME TO THE BONE ･ﾟ★ ☾ [flower crowns | open]

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    "What's up?" barked the canine, coming to a halt beside someone who appeared unfamiliar to him. His paws stabilized him as he leaned forward to peer around Sugarpaw at what she was doing, and he noted the flowers she was weaving together. Best he introduce himself before things got too weird. He couldn't just stand here and stare, after all. "Name's Gideon. How'd you learn to make those?"
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  • WE ARE GIANTS | open; capture

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    It was hard to find someone who hadn't been the victim of The Exiles. He held a grudge, once, for Jammal and what the panther had done to him and his former clanmates, and to Miles for killing him but he didn't feel that anger towards either of them anymore. He knew that, eventually, he'd get revenge for all things, and justice will be paid. The australian cattle dog showed next to his new clanmates, eyeing the catch with peaked curiousity. It had been awhile since he had seen a capture, or witnessed a prisoner being brought back. He didn't say much at the moment since Duskmire had asked the basics.
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  • Waiting for the rain [♥] open, joining

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    There was no real connection made for Gideon. For the most part, he was clueless. The canine nodded towards Azazel as if confirming what the other had said, as if he still held a position of power. "Yeah, welcome." he barked, ears twitching. Something didn't seem right to him though he couldn't quite put a paw on it. "Need anything?"
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