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lowkey bored check-in because i love all of you <3
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"Got it, boss." Gideon confirmed the task with a firm nod. An AU; something his role-player had yet to actually attempt. The gears in his head began to turn as he thought up a few ideas on the spot.
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ahhh im p good. I'm super excited about moving in with my friend and my room is almost done soo
howre you?
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Yeah, he could admit that he hadn't been a very active participant of the Task Force and there wasn't a necessarily an excuse for his absents. Soap seemed pretty serious this time around, so the australian cattle dog hiked his way from The Elite all the way to The Arcane, where he was happy to spot some friends. Did they know that Betty joined The Elite only a day after he did? Gideon, on the unrelated topic, wondered if they had gotten justice for Derrick's child yet. ""ere."
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//intense, heavy breathing track
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As his eyes scanned those gathered upon approach, he couldn't help but wonder what their reasons were for attending the class. Back in Colouredclan, he knew that some of his comrades attended not for the medical knowledge, but for another reason, one he wouldn't guess. Gideon took a silent seat a little ways off from the others, visibly uncomfortable with the idea of sitting near someone whom he hadn't gotten to know more of yet, and noted how Duskmire sounded a little unsure of himself.
Personally, he always tried to make an effort to attend any medical classes in hopes of expanding his knowledge. At one point, he had grown a certain fondness for the field. "Present."
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Gideon wasn't completely familiar with the terms of who was able to join or what questions needed to be asked. He could only hope they had some sort of auto-acceptance policy. Halting beside Kibo, the canine would give his comrade a firm nod in greeting before he flicked his hazel optics onto Anthony. He looked pretty casual - like someone Gideon wanted to befriend. "Well.. Welcome then, mate. Name's Gideon, this is The Elite. If you need anything let us know, though I wouldn't recommend asking me. I'm still learning my way 'round."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]The first herb, huh? Gideon could pull only minimal information from what Frightfur had taught that one time, and not much else. All he could remember, vaguely, was some type of salve. "Marigold?" he murmured, mainly to himself and only half-sure, though the answer was directed towards Duskmire.
[lame quick post ;=;]
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might be a little slow with replies and threads and such as I get used to the new changes!
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Games were fun - he always liked to play them back in his old home. Games were plentiful in Colouredclan, either as weekly tasks or simply stirred from boredom. It was a nice way to pass the time when nothing else suited your interest or when there was a dormant period in the clans. The cattle dog approached his two comrades with a slight nod, confirming his participation in the game. He could feel it too. The same feeling of sluggishness that wafted from The Elite. He didn't mind it, really, although excitement never hurt. Then again, how long was he intending to stay when he still held a bit of wanderlust?
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Noted && Good luck with everything Rocky!
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The Elite was slow paced. Everywhere was slow placed recently, for reasons that the cattle dog was unaware of. He had grown uncomfortable with the distance that he put between himself and his home, even though The Elite was a comfortable place, overall. Betty had joined not too long ago, much to his displeasure and after such events he decided it was time to pay Colouredclan a visit. The stress of leaving had, unintentionally, brought him back quicker than he had intended. There were still places to visit, things to do, before he could return here officially. The former Captain slipped through the biomes of Colouredclan, quite confident and comfortable with his movements in the surrounding areas. "Oye, mates! Came for a visit," shouted Gideon as his paws slowed their pace, spotting the town in the distance. Someone had to be around here, surely? They always were. "Ni? Frighty, Vol?"
[spoiler= INFO | jan. 9]You vow your life and blood
But this is not your home
GENERAL
★ "Gid" | "Ozone"
★ Male | Masculine pronouns
★ 25 Months | ages 11th | Aquarius
★ The Elite | Deputy of Task Force 141 | Former Colouredclan Captain
★ ambassador to --OTHER
★ ESFJ | This Must Be The Place
★ British
★ Interested in medicine and exorcisms
★ Left Colouredclan to join The Elite
★ Recruited by Task Force as second-in-commandAPPEARANCE && PERSONALITY
★ AUSTRALIAN CATTLE DOG [current] | [ref] | Health: 100%
Wears white cloth wraps around his forepaws.
Injuries:
— dynamic | casual | trustworthy | grumpy | sarcastic | independentRELATIONSHIPS
★ Homoromantic | Homosexual
★ Single
★ NPC x NPC
— Fond of: almost every ColouredclannerINTERACTION
★ Physically medium | Mentally hard
★ Attack In Bold #708090
— electricity manipulation | glowing eyes when mad -
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify]The canine finally halted, stumbling onto his bottom to bring a back paw to the insides of his ear in a hefty itch. In the midst of this act, a flash of white fur would blur his vision, but instead of being alarmed by the sudden appearance, Gideon would simply unravel himself and stand with a wide grin. "Aye, Frighty. How are ya?" It seemed like not much time had passed since his move, yet it felt like forever. His friend was a sight for sore eyes indeed, and the sweet scent made him laugh under his breath. However, his hazel eyes traced the features of the other's face, his own smile diminishing slowly when he listened to Frightfur trail off. Awful news that involved Ni? Suddenly there was a large lump that seemed to have been thrust into his throat. His chest felt weird, like his heart had sunk in immediate concern. Was Fright playing a joke? Had his former Commander been injured?
"Nighttales is dead, Gideon."
Ears pinning to his skull, he couldn't help but take a defensive step back in confusion and shock. He flicked his gaze up to Vol, feeling lightheaded. "What?" he would struggle to get the word out, the beginning of it barely audible. Much like the others, he returned his optical focus downwards, biting his lip. Nighttales didn't die. He couldn't have, he wouldn't. The feline had been so healthy and seemingly okay the last he saw of him, though maybe a little stressed. Still, stress wasn't a cause of death, was it? A small, almost light chuckle passed through Gideon's slightly parted jaws as Euphemia approached. This was a joke, right? "You're kidding? How?" he asked frantically, passing a look between the trio in offense, like they had personally attacked him. He looked up to Ni, many did. Ni was his friend, and if Gideon had more time he would've spent it getting to the male more than he already did. A memorial - was that something the former Commander would want? Would he want them all to be sad, or to celebrate in some sort of twisted blissful ignorance. He preferred the latter. "...yeah, I'll.. okay."[spoiler= INFO | jan. 9]
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#Gideon
GENERAL
★ "Gid" | "Ozone"
★ Male | Masculine pronouns
★ 25 Months | ages 11th | Aquarius
★ The Elite | Deputy of Task Force 141 | Former Colouredclan Captain
★ ambassador to --
OTHER
★ ESFJ | This Must Be The Place
★ British
★ Interested in medicine and exorcisms
★ Left Colouredclan to join The Elite
★ Recruited by Task Force as second-in-command
APPEARANCE && PERSONALITY
★ AUSTRALIAN CATTLE DOG [current] | [ref] | Health: 100%
Wears white cloth wraps around his forepaws.
Injuries:
— dynamic | casual | trustworthy | grumpy | sarcastic | independent
RELATIONSHIPS
★ Homoromantic | Homosexual
★ Single
★ NPC x NPC
— Fond of: almost every Colouredclanner
INTERACTION
★ Physically medium | Mentally hard
★ Attack In Bold #708090— electricity manipulation | glowing eyes when mad
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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify]Gideon was only here because he chose the wrong time to visit. He didn't know Nighttales had passed until he was met by three of his friends earlier that day, and the smallest part of him wanted to turn around and leave. Without Nighttales, was this still his home? Had he been fond of the place only because he was grateful towards Nighttales for letting him stay all those months ago? Maybe not, for he had other friends here whom he had grown close to, and he couldn't imagine life without them. But there was something about Ni's death that made him feel something bad. Was it depression again? Maybe, but it felt different. He felt.. hurt. Betrayed, maybe? Angry with the former Commander for leaving them all without knowing how much he changed their lives? Perhaps. He couldn't be selfish with his emotions, but when he saw the others gathering around the grave it caused the faintest of green to glow from the Canine's coat. His paws carried him forward towards the patch of earth carefully, as if the ground would give out beneath him. He looked up, then down at the ground. Was their friend in there, actually? Would Gideon be able to dig it up and find his body and, somehow, he would find Nighttales still breathing? "F#ck, man," he would utter, turning, momentarily, to look at his former clanmates. "Ni, I bet you don't want anyone 'ere to get sappy with you, eh, mate? But uh... we'll miss you. I've watched you change a lot of lives, shape a lot of paths. You offered your help whenever and however you could to your clan. I know damn well you changed my life...." The canine trailed off. It was a struggle to speak at all right now. He didn't plan on saying anything when he arrived here, but he felt like, somehow, Nighttales would hear this. "You were a worthy comrade, and a worthy foe to those who chose to hold you there. I admired ya, mate. Many of us did, and on behalf of Colouredclan; Rest in Peace. You earned it." [spoiler= INFO | jan. 9]
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But this is not your home
#Gideon
GENERAL
★ "Gid" | "Ozone"
★ Male | Masculine pronouns
★ 25 Months | ages 11th | Aquarius
★ The Elite | Deputy of Task Force 141 | Former Colouredclan Captain
★ ambassador to --
OTHER
★ ESFJ | This Must Be The Place
★ British
★ Interested in medicine and exorcisms
★ Left Colouredclan to join The Elite
★ Recruited by Task Force as second-in-command
APPEARANCE && PERSONALITY
★ AUSTRALIAN CATTLE DOG [current] | [ref] | Health: 100%
Wears white cloth wraps around his forepaws.
Injuries:
— dynamic | casual | trustworthy | grumpy | sarcastic | independent
RELATIONSHIPS
★ Homoromantic | Homosexual
★ Single
★ NPC x NPC
— Fond of: almost every Colouredclanner
INTERACTION
★ Physically medium | Mentally hard
★ Attack In Bold #708090
— electricity manipulation | glowing eyes when mad -
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But this is not your home
#Gideon
GENERAL
★ "Gid" | "Ozone"
★ Male | Masculine pronouns
★ 25 Months | ages 11th | Aquarius
★ The Elite | Deputy of Task Force 141 | Former Colouredclan Captain
★ ambassador to --
OTHER
★ ESFJ | This Must Be The Place
★ British
★ Interested in medicine and exorcisms
★ Left Colouredclan to join The Elite
★ Recruited by Task Force as second-in-command
APPEARANCE && PERSONALITY
★ AUSTRALIAN CATTLE DOG [current] | [ref] | Health: 100%
Wears white cloth wraps around his forepaws.
Injuries:
— dynamic | casual | trustworthy | grumpy | sarcastic | independent
RELATIONSHIPS
★ Homoromantic | Homosexual
★ Single
★ NPC x NPC
— Fond of: almost every Colouredclanner
INTERACTION
★ Physically medium | Mentally hard
★ Attack In Bold #708090
— electricity manipulation | glowing eyes when mad -
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify]He wasn't here to stay but while he was visiting he figured attending the meeting would be something to do. It was something else to be called to gather by someone who wasn't Nighttales, but it was refreshing to still have things move along as they normally should. When he got the message, a sinking feeling was felt within his chest. Frightfur was calling the meeting, and later, after arriving, he figured out that the candy man had done so because Euph was no longer around either. It unsettled him as recent events could prove to show, yet he still tried to muster a smile for the new leader. "Congrats, lad," the cattle dog rumbled softly, hesitating a moment before he exited the pizzaria. He wished Frightfur the best at leading, and didn't need to stick around for much else. He wasn't a part of Colouredclan at the moment so the promotions were, for him, rather unnecessary to listen to.
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[center]You vow your life and blood
But this is not your home
#Gideon
GENERAL
★ "Gid" | "Ozone"
★ Male | Masculine pronouns
★ 25 Months | ages 11th | Aquarius
★ The Elite | Deputy of Task Force 141 | Former Colouredclan Captain
★ ambassador to --
OTHER
★ ESFJ | This Must Be The Place
★ British
★ Interested in medicine and exorcisms
★ Left Colouredclan to join The Elite
★ Recruited by Task Force as second-in-command
APPEARANCE && PERSONALITY
★ AUSTRALIAN CATTLE DOG [current] | [ref] | Health: 100%
Wears white cloth wraps around his forepaws.
Injuries:
— dynamic | casual | trustworthy | grumpy | sarcastic | independent
RELATIONSHIPS
★ Homoromantic | Homosexual
★ Single
★ NPC x NPC
— Fond of: almost every Colouredclanner
INTERACTION
★ Physically medium | Mentally hard
★ Attack In Bold #708090
— electricity manipulation | glowing eyes when mad