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✦ EUPHEMIA R.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]so this person...murdered aleks? he's a little surprised that she has actually been delivered to them. nighttales had been adamant about it and the leader had...sold her to them. it seems that bill has gone through with the deal. no honor among thieves, he supposes. although his sympathy for the culprit is minimal, euphemia is not the vindictive type, and so does not understand what his clanmates hope to gain out of this. for now, he merely moves to join the group and waits for the commander to handle this situation.[/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]want some...tail? the child is as baffled as papika in regards to this phrase, his confusion showing on his face. he doesn't inquire about it, though, since he thinks he might get the gist of it. "alright...n - nice to meet you, alternatedimensions," he says, shuffling towards the more familiar jessie before straightening up again. [/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]euphemia sometimes wonders whether he's a good person; he does what he feels is right and he is usually nothing but kind towards others, but that doesn't change the fact that he can only thrive off of the dead. he never chose the hunger twisting and writhing in his stomach, but he acts on it - he knows that he could choose to die, since for him it's not a permanent state, but he is terrified of dying and the starvation has always proven itself to be too much for him; when ghouls are desperately hungry, they lose control. so...is he selfish for it? does it make him a bad person?
his curiosity is piqued when he sees the preacher at the border, being one who does believe in god and tries to honor the wishes of that deity - or at least, those within reason; he doesn't see god as being an entity who is right about everything, nor does he see all of those who passed on his word as being good. he isn't as desperately religious as he might have once been, but he still has a fascination and respect for it. he waves as he comes to a halt beside derrick, offering the rather well groomed man a friendly smile. his clanmate has already inquired as to name and business, so he remains silent for the moment. [/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]euphemia doesn't intend to do very much today; he didn't sleep well if at all the previous night and is rather weary, his legs feeling unusually weak. in fact, he is inclined to keep quiet and spend some time to himself, and relax as much as he can. he is merely minding his own business when his head is jutted forward by a sudden, but not too heavy impact to the back of it. not a moment later, he hears shrieking laughter from somewhere behind him and turns to see an npc standing beside a pile of pillows and looking rather pleased with themselves. the baffled feline reaches down to pick up the pillow and examines it for just a moment before throwing it, not in an attempt at revenge but rather in order to return it to its owner. unfortunately, he misjudges the throw entirely, whether as the result of his tiredness or just him being clumsy, and the pillow doesn't even skim near the npc, instead falling in an arc to their left. he watches helplessly, aware of the chances of it accidentally hitting someone else. "a - ah, watch out, watch out," he calls.[/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]flowers? ah, yes, the weekly task - euphemia is curious as to who the male will elect to give them to, not knowing much about his relationships with the others in the clan. he decides to watch and find out for himself. wanting to observe without disturbing anyone, he stations himself at the nearest tree and peeks out from behind it in such a way that he has a clear enough view of the potential exchange without being too visible. [/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]from the way she speaks of colouredclan, it becomes evident to him that she's a returning member. the only leader he has ever known in this clan is nighttales, so he gathers that she lived here quite a bit before he arrived. "hello, avenue," he signs with a polite if weary smile, blinking rapidly to clear his vision and focus on her. he hesitates a moment before speaking up. "a - ah, welcome back...i'm euphemia - euphemia resurgam," he introduces himself. "oh, ah...i - i think permafrost left..." he admits after a long pause to try to decide whether or not to answer her query. that must have been back in december - apparently he'd gone to bloodclan, as a bloodclanner had showed up around christmas time to say that permafrost had gone missing from their territory. where he is now is a mystery to the child.[/fancypost]
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✦ euphemia / euphemia,
遭難者 | LIEUTENANT[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:20px;color:#fff;font-family:verdana;letter-spacing:-2.5px;line-height:87%;width:500px;]WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU SAW SPACESHIPS
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]a preacher? he advocates and delivers the word of god instead of simply being a follower of religion, as euphemia previously thought might have been the case. he's full of inquisitiveness; in the time he's been here, he doesn't believe the clan has ever been visited by someone like this. "hello, solomon!" he signs in greeting, easily spelling out the other's name with gestures against his paw. he has stepped a little further to the side and more into the open, having been sticking close to the side of his clanmate. the effeminate child lowers his forelegs to the ground after a brief hesitation, reverting to speech to introduce himself.
"wel - welcome to, ah, colouredclan," he offers in a quiet but amiable manner. "i - i'm euphemia, a lieutenant commander...a - a vice - leader here." he still finds it odd to refer to himself as either of the phrases used to describe his rank. sometimes he feels as though he doesn't really deserve his position, especially given the fact that there are individuals in the clan who have been around longer, are braver and more capable, and several of them would say that they do deserve the position instead - he already seems to have spurred yuri's irritation, and this mental reminder causes him to feel a twinge of anxiety. all he can do is resolve himself to not let anyone down by continuing to work hard and with attention to detail.
"will you hold services...a - ah, sermons, preacher?" he inquires in a bid to push aside the worrisome thoughts running through his mind.
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euphemia definitely has a proneness to being a bit clumsy, probably even more so due to his recent fatigue; although he's usually a rather cautious and intelligent child, his curiosity does spur him to take some risks, and often unknowing of the consequences, or worse, simply failing to think them through. sometimes that does result in him getting hurt, for instance his fiasco in one of the biomes while trying to retrieve the lance of longinus. he's a touch surprised to see daichi emerging from the fountain, though, given that he doesn't associate the other with being uncoordinated. "are - are you okay?" he questions, his concern evident. he cranes his head and allows wine colored eyes to skim the male's frame. it doesn't look as though he's hurt, just dripping water and likely cold given the season. the feline hesitates before unwinding the red scarf from around his own neck and offering it out to the other, reluctant to give anyone this particular scarf but unwilling to allow his clanmate to get cold, or sick as a result. "h - here...um, would - would you like a towel?" [/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]euphemia is the next to approach the male - unknown to him, this is a full sibling of his, of which he has few. while he has since been adopted and doesn't view leviathan or finnishwars as parents, his siblings are his siblings, whether through emilia or through his birth parents. dark eyes briefly look over the leopon's frame as he comes to a halt near derrick - he notes hints of blood, but it's none of his business and he doesn't pry about it. instead, he just offers a quiet but friendly, "hello," before falling silent altogether. he maintains a slight smile as he waits for a response to his clanmate's question. [/fancypost]
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