Posts by barry palmer

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Barry quite liked British accents. They were always nice, and articulately pronounced- his american accent was rather irritating, he knew that, because he often shrieked in annoyance or anger due to his short temper- but for some reason, British accents always sounded calm to him, and comforting. Of course, deep, rumbling British voices could be rather intimidating, but luckily, this little kit had the dainty, well-spoken kind. Of course, American accents could be nice too- but generally, a lot of Americans liked British accents. "Hey." he said, looking rather solemn, as he approached. "I'm Barry. Welcome."

> i feel really egotistic because i'm complimenting the accent which i have ;-;

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oohh, could barry be on the heartchart/opinions thing? maybe a thread, too?

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oMG THAT SOUNDS GR9
um i'll make :3 maybe they can develop like a brother relationship,,
like barry can call him like onii-san? because that's big bro in japanese and barry speaks japanese
he just doesn't use it much :3

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AHH BARRY AND ALISTAIRE MUST BE SPIRITUALLY LINKED
haha yeah sure!! um, he'll probably have to have a few threads and meet ups whatevs before he starts calling him onii-san tho
BUT YEE BRO PUNS
i'll message you the thread later!!

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Barry was alone, as he was usually, these days. Silently, he stared into space, lying under an almost-leafless tree, focusing. He often focused these days on just keeping Giratina satisfied, making sure that his possessor didn't hurt anyone, him included; and it took up a lot of him time, and spirit. Of course there were times when he seemed like his old self- like, when he ran with Alistaire. The aforementioned male had always been rather pleasant toward the winged combatant, and in all honesty, he enjoyed the other's company. Barry swallowed, looking down at the territory below the floating islands- he was lying very close to the edge, he always did, his paws hanging over the edge of the island, his head resting on his forelegs, and nuzzling into his ripped scarf.

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It was well known that Barry refused to use his wings- he felt, as he often said, that if he used them he'd be feeding Giratina, the beast inside him and the burden in which he never wanted- his memories. He wished that his memories had never returned, because if he had stayed blissfully unaware of his past life, none of this would have happened. But it did- and he hated it, with a burning passion. He wished that he hadn't been reincarnated.

He wished that he wasn't him.

Yet again, the blonde tabby was alone, staring at his ripped green scarf. Dawn had given him that scarf; that was why he cherished it so much, because it was her who gave it to him. He knew he loved her- but, he didn't think he did anymore, not now. There was someone else- and as he looked at this scarf, he knew who it was- Belladonna. He was pretty sure he had a crush on Bella. And he needed to think.

He spread his wings to their full wingspan, for the first time ever, and took an extra-fast run up, jumping into the air and flapping the black extremeties. It seemed to come naturally to him, and the grin which had been absent for days, maybe even weeks curved his maw, and his amber eyes returned their emotion- he was enjoying himself. But, he had this realisation- he was enjoying the thing which Giratina had cursed him with- and he fell.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px]Barry heard Matty shout, and snapped out of his daze; what was he doing!? He started flying, and he was thinking about Giratina, and Bella, and Dawn... and then he just lost it? Barry swallowed, and inhaled sharply, spreading his wretched wings once again in an attempt to slow himself down- luckily, it worked, and the combatant released a sigh of relief, glad that he'd been able to stop himself from hitting the ground too hard. "I'm OK, Matty. I just... I wasn't thinking properly." he sighed, closing his amber optics briefly. He couldn't tell them what he was thinking about, of course- he didn't want to tell anyone about his sudden realisation that he had, maybe, a slight crush on Belladonna; or the fact he hated who he was, at this current moment. He didn't want anyone to worry. He took off the ground once again, letting a slight smile curve his lips; it was hardly a grin, however. He just.... he couldn't do anything, at the moment. He just felt... pathetic.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px]A sigh of relief escaped his ajar maw as she explained what was happening- he nodded, understanding, and shooting Sal a cold glare, before fixating his topaz optics back onto the charcoal female. He liked Sal, of course, but... he was a little insulting in his outburst, and Barry cared about Bella, a lot. So, he swallowed, and stared down at where the pieces of skull had been; they had obviously vanished, but where had they gone? As she explained, he understood; of course, he knew she could perform magic, and he knew why she had tried to bring Puma back- as far as Barry knew, Puma was one of Bella's best friends, and he knew he'd probably use black magic to try and get Giratina out of him, if he could use it, and if that was even possible. "It's alright, Bella," the tabby tried to reassure his fellow combatant, but his condolences sounded solemn- probably reflecting what he was feeling. No-one had been themself, really, lately- Mercy was suicidal, Tama even was discouraged at one point having killed Circusclown, and Bella was distraught over Puma- and of course, Barry was like this. "In your shoes, I would have done the same."

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If he were forced to, Barry would probably admit that he thought his wings looked pretty cool, but that didn't mean he despised them any less. They were still the part of him which was Giratina- the part of him which he hated. He brought himself to a calm, non-falling landing as Mercy approached, tucking his wings back in. He couldn't help but notice that the motherly collie was looking rather tired lately, and... empty. He didn't like seeing her like this- he'd always looked up to Mercy as a kind of guardian to him; but now they were both falling apart, it seemed. Her question spooked him a little though- did she suspect something? "No... no, I'm okay. I was... I was just thinking about Giratina. Nothing.... nothing else. I just... got spooked for a sec, that's all." he reassured the canine- of course, half of this was lies, and he wasn't going to admit to everything, was he?? Bella then approached, and immediately the tabby would spin around to fixate his amber gaze on the raven- he knew it was her, he had vivid memories of her bird form rescuing from atop a tree. He didn't blame her for not hating his wings- she was part avian, after all, so it was probably just comforting for wings to be there- though, despite how much he liked her, he didn't completely understand her psyche- although, that was true for most people he knew in the Clan. He was feeling a little better; though he would still spend countless hours I fords, and still hardly ate- it was starting to show, too. "Sorry, Bella," he apologised to the female, grinning a little in embarrassment. "Like I said, I just got... lost, for a second there. I don't know... It's just, it seemed like Giratina was... making me fly, because it just came naturally to me."

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ooohh
what does it look like screwball!?

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Barry had never seen someone die before- and of all people, it had to be Lostboy. Truly, him and the vice-leader had not interacted all that much, but he still knew her and respected her- and now she was dead. Barry knew what it felt like to die, because it had happened to him before- and the blood was always the thing which he remembered most vividly. The case was the same as of now; the blood was the thing he could see, the spattered, crimson liquid lacing the floor- it made him sick to his stomach- and angry. He bared his sharp teeth, and one of his eyes faded to a black and red palette, similar to that of a ghoul- but that wasn't what it was. It was Giratina. The combatant knew he was supposed to fight, that was his job, and spread his onyx wings, revealing that the spikes had grown sharper. He flew up into the air, and, now heterochromatic gaze blazing, attempted to dive down on DIMITRI extremely quickly (Barry's speed was what he was known for), aiming to smite the male with his embers.

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oH MY GOD THAT IS AMAZING
THANK YOU FOR YOUR BLESSING T-SHIRT GODS

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Nowadays, Barry didn't engage in much interaction. He had his own reasons, other than being depressed, but... he just couldn't endanger others in the Clan; he was scared of Giratina, and the blonde combatant knew what the dragon could do- he didn't want to hurt anyone, which was mainly the reason hy he stayed inside these days. He was getting to be very thin, too, because he dedn't eat much; but he just couldn't take it anymore. He'd come out of his house, in search of something to eat, and had successfully found a rabbit. Now, he was carrying it in his mouth, trotting across the territory, trying to find a place to eat it.

Eventually, the male settled under a tree, out of the rays of the sun, his hollow gaze mptily staring at his prey. He took small bites from it; he hadn't eaten in so long, it kind of hurt to eat- but he managed it, anyway- though, he wasn't completely concentrating on eating- he took long pauses in between bites, as if he were lost in thought.

> excuse how crap this is

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> don't worry man! it's a great post :3 also alistaire is me everyday trying to socialise ;-;

Barry released a startled gasp when Alistaire spoke, and he bit down on his tongue, widening his amber optics in shock. They were both similar, in many ways; back before he had regained his memories, the blonde combatant used to sprint aimlessly around territory, bumping into people, and then blaming them, and threatening to 'fine' them. In a way, Barry missed being like that- he was slowly regaining his spirit, but he still spent too much time indoors- and when he did go outside, it wasn't for very long. Sadly, though, after his capture... he hadn't been extremely happy, nor social. He still tried though- evidently, now- he had to reply to Alistaire, he couldn't just ignore the other. "No... not really." he said, forcing a smile onto his maw, his topaz gaze hollow. He dug his sharp ivories into his bottom lip, before continuing. "Um... so, how have you been since our little race?"

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Barry's fictional brows furrowed as he overheard Bee adressing Sulu- he was bleeding, and coughing. Quickly, the combatant leaped from the tree he was settled in, and flew over to where the other was sat. His hollow amber gaze locked upon the other feline's form, the tabby tightened his jaw, and then parted it to notify the male, "I'm going to get a medic. Stay here." His voice was loud, of course it was, he was Barry, but it was devoid of emotion- empty, sounding. That was a common thing, with Barry, nowadays- he was still recovering.

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beekeeper is ill

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Barry was taking a walk- he thought he should probably get out more, and he had gone to the sowy mountains, of course. He wasn't expecting to see anyone around here, but he was proved wrong as his hollow amber gaze fell upon the arctic wolf- he was intrigued, what was Storm doing? He tightened his jaw as he approached, cranuim tilted, and he took a deep breath, before parting his jaw to ask, "What are you doing, Storm?" Needless to say, the combatant was curious; he wondered why exactly the vice-leader was here, and cooking food.

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Barry remembered when he had joined, and had payed no attention to any of the scenery in his rush to arrive. That was back when he was cheerful, and energetic- the combatant knew that that part of him was still in there, somewhere; he was still recovering, however, and had even learnt to use his wretched wings, despite them being the main catalyst of his entire state. He was flying around, scouting the territory, looking for intruders and possible joiners- here, it looked as if he'd hit his target, hadn't he? His topaz gaze, although hollow, fell upon the child, and he landed softly. The tabby tilted his head, inhaled, and replied to the other's statement; "Of course. What is your name?"

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Barry wasn't doing much- he was usually indoors, but had decided, now, to take a walk around outside. He blinked a couple times as he was hit with the scent of SunClan- he followed that scent, his head tilted in interest as his empty gaze fell upon the ablaze letter. He read the words on the invite, annd when he was done, he shouted, "SunClan's having a ball!! We should probably go."

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eWW I JUST READ THE HAT FIC
HELP