[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy remembered the kit, finding him on the border. What a precious thing. She never had the chance to watch her own children grow, let alone their first word. It gave her a look of uneasiness along with her giddy smile. "Ah, yes! Ladybug!" she parroted playfully towards Dovekit. She couldn't wait for Beekeeper to come by to see his son speak for the first time.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy gazed for a few moments at the vibrantly-coloured pelt. How intriguing... she'd never seen a pink-spotted lioness before. She's never seen a lot of things before, after all. "O-oh!" Mercy got her head out of the clouds and shook her head, then greeting Adorabelle. "M-Mercy Ghost, pleasure to meet you Miss... Adorabelle!"[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]"O-oh, I'll play!" Mercy barked as she padded in, then flushed pink. "B-but only to make sure it doesn't go out of control, okay?" If anything, she had no idea how to respond to personal questions or "dares" in a calm or cool way. Rather, she'd either freak out as she did so or lie, or make excuses.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]ah, here we go; very sorry about that! https://feralfront.com/index.php?action=profile;u=281052[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Spooked by the incoming ball of flames, Mercy deflected it towards a rather unlucky tree and winced as it burned. She turned back towards Barry. "Lostboy is right, little one. Be gentle towards the younger members, okay?" She cracked a small, nervous smile, then trotted back to her place, only to stare at the fire ate up the tree.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy looked back at Hellflower with a somewhat worried smile. Now there were children here? Oh, dear. "U-uh, truth or dare is a game where you pick whether someone can ask you a question of their choice, truth, or tell you to physically do something, a dare. Everyone gets a turn to be equally... embarrassed. You have to answer the question honestly... and you have to do the dare, no matter what... ohdeargodwhyme." [/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy liked BlizzardClan because it looked very beautiful, which is mainly what attracted her to the clan. She wanted to turn over a new leaf somewhere memorable and friendly. Really, not much thought was put into her choice, she was simply drawn to it, and not much else.
"Oh, dear. Are you sure you don't need anything else, young one?" She said with a worried tone. BlizzardClan was plentiful and prosperous, so she didn't want to let it go to waste. Besides, she was concerned for the lioness. She looked incredibly shaken, and Mercy wanted to welcome the newcomer like the others welcomed her.[/fancypost] -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy's role player was internally screaming with delight as she passed in. Combatant, hm? She thought she would be better off as a Paladin, but the Clan did need some Combatants. Besides, it was a promotion, and either way Mercy was giddy to be promoted. "Noted, Miss Xerses! Thank you so much!" Mercy wasn't too sure about cliques, but she'd do her best to prevent them.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Meecy remembered the rather negative use of the word witchcraft by her Puritan grandmother, who opposed all forms of it. Belladonna seemed to be using it for fun or even to help people, so Mercy would gladly join in. "Witchcraft? That sounds very interesting. I'll join in, I guess!" She giggled at the thought of scaring the tar out of her grandparents. How nice.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]"Well, someone as young as you shouldn't be out here on your own!" The collie scolded, but then cracked a small smile. "Er, Mercy Ghost. Nice to meet you, miss. Please be a bit more careful!" Mercy's angry mom instincts always seemed to kick in whether she liked it or not, but anyway, she would welcome the younger caracal.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy was about to say something, but being a bit of an alcoholic herself, she didn't particularly have the right to do so. So she only looked at Saltcircles with a nervous smile. "The world... is quite beautiful, in a lot of ways. Do you think you could take a rest? You seem awfully.. Ditzy." She tried to have her words be as unhypocritical as possible, but still felt really bad for her rather indecent actions a little while ago.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]"Oh, my. Well, if you are insane, it's best you see a psychiatrist. Mental disorders can be dangerous if you let them be." Mercy was unfamiliar with the expression, as she was with a lot of them. Also, there seemed to be a lot of raptors around here lately. She wondered if they were a secret raptor society planning to overthrow Tama's reign. Oh, dear. She'd better get her tinfoil hat. "Oh, I almost forgot! N-name and business, sir?"[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy did not consider herself too experienced not was she fond of combat, though it was a position someone had to take up, and she might as well take it seriously. "Er, present, Mr. Dubois," The collie said, sitting down and quickly dipping her head towards the Head Combatant. She respected Egnimaticsoul as a clan member, as he appeared to be a seasoned and quite wise individual. The collie would wait for more of her comrades to come before voicing any ideas.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]When Mercy was first born, she the only thing she really ever felt was fear. Fear of the dangers of the world around her. Though she was curious, she never wandered off on her own. She was too scared.
Now, she saw but this tiny kit, jumping about on his own. "L-little one! Are you lost? Do you need help?" Mercy asked worriedly, lowing her head to the kit's eye level. The collie was always concerned about the well-being of children, especially young children.
//maybe mercy can adopt him for plot?[/fancypost] -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy landed her gaze on the purple potion. She assumed it was grape juice, and decided she wanted to get it for Freshwater. He'd probably like it, right? "What's that purple one?" she asked with a cock of her head, staring at the bubbly violet liquid in its vial. How odd.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercywould trot in after Tama and Delta, offering the Utahraptor a smile before speaking to Arthur. "These scarves look so soft! Are you selling them for a price?" Mercy said in an enthusiastic tone, looking at the accessories with interest as she wagged her thick tail.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]"Oh, Sapphire. We understand." Mercy said with a saddened tone, yet offering a reassuring smile. She didn't know Sapphire all too well, but she was definitely a great asset to the clan. Besides, she thought it was better for the younger members to stay out of trouble, and despite feeling a bit of sorrow for the feline.
//no worries, and have fun atprisonschool![/fancypost] -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]mercy would definitely have sad marilyn's voice from this video.
[youtube][/youtube]so, what is your character's headcanon voice? preferably in the form of a video or mp3, please![/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: #ecc7a9; margin-bottom: -5px]Mercy caught the bottle in her mouth, looking at Saltcircles suddenly much more sternly. "Um, thank you, Mister Saltcircles, but we don't need any." She gently rolled the bottle back towards Sal, offering him a very small, gentle smile. "Please get some rest. We wouldn't want you like this all the time!"[/fancypost]