Posts by THE EMPEROR.

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"Perhaps. Unless his body can be used more conductively." He commented, hobbling towards to scene. "He's going to decompose either way."
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Could you? I'm about to go to bed

ommni wrote:

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and i'd love a thread w/ him

does anyone have pokemon sun or moon? i need friendcodes

Sweet, can you make?

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Did they.... ignore him? The Emperor felt a growl in his throat. He had grown up in aristocracy, in the public eye with power and respect. He rose his cane, stomping the end of it into a stone, producing a tapping like a gavel. He would not be ignored, and not by a bunch of low-class teenagers.

"If somethingof the sort happens, or say, something worse, like capture or experimentation...." The yellow smile appeared. "Then I'm sure we can handle ourselves." More like, I can handle myself. L8r losers. He would turn away, hobbling with his cane toward the exit of the camp.
"Come along now, let's go to the bar."
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]"I am willing to participate..." The old man said, approaching.

Older or new?: New
Character name: goes by "Irluuk"
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The Emperor was there.

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"What are you doing?"

// what a Scrooge

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"Doesn't matter when you're dead," The Emperor would point out, moving forward to look down at the body.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]Oh, how easy it had been to mask Lord Vader's senses. To disturb his meditation. To switch the cards and create fear in his apprentice's heart. To find Luke. To find Navi. To find Padmè. To watch as he attached himself to people, to children, and watch how these relationships slowly remolded his apprentice. Now, Vader was attaching himself to an albino wolf pup. Vader was reading. Vader was changing.

He had noted, watching Vader protect the Windclanner, Padme Amidala, noting how he pined for her lion form, and the way he would look at Cosmicknight. As if, Padme was Daisy, Cos was Tom, and Vader was Jay Gatsby.
And it was time for the Emperor to shoot him.

All and all, this would cause him to wonder why he let Lessa Ren Solo live. Why Vader would let a Jedi live, especially one so weak, a lamp that could be blown out with a wave of the paw. Lessa was weak. Vader, was becoming soft. His apprentice had been so restrained, his apprentice, free, and now he had fully misused his luxury.

The Emperor seemed so frail. He walked slowly, back slightly hunched, deliberate in step. He's not taking action because he wants to- he's taking action because he has to. His hood is pulled over, shrouding all but the tip of his nose and bringing out his sulfuric, acid eyes. They stare at each and every detail, with a touch of serenity, but as if it will light on fire with his stare. He walked right over the border now, unlike he had in other clans. No, this could not be beat around the bush. He was going right to the source. Right to the camp. Did they truly think an old man was much of a threat, anyhow? The Exilers were certainly fooled, and so was Shadowclan. Everything is going as he had foreseen.

The cloaked leopard stood at the entrance of the camp, letting himself in, waving the weak-minded guards away with his words and a gesture, and rose his head in the slight, taking in the camp. No, he would not say anything. Not yet.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: none; width: 496px; height: 0px; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 2px; text-align: center; color: #0B0B3B; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase;]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | BEWARE OF HIDDEN SCROLLIE | #BOKEHFANCY[/fancypost]

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He was their master- the ruler of it all and they would bow to him. Not today, but someday. His thousand year empire would reign once more. But someone would bow to him today. "Where is Lord Vader?" His voice was old and creaking, like it was stepping on an ancient wood floor and about to break it. Vader was hiding from him.... "I expect him avoid testing my patience." The figure would say, straightening up. He pressed a paw into the dirt, feeling in beneath him. "He knows better..."

Vader, surely, could not avoid, could not ignore his presence- it was omnipresent and looming, suffocating and laid on top of your chest. "Surely, he is not hiding..." The Emperor would comment, looking towards one of the cabins. His eyes glanced over them, settling on one towards the end, with the boarded up windows and the 'Keep Out' signs, enlisting danger and connecting tubes to a machine that sat outside. "That one... Can someone fetch him for me? I have travelled far to find him, and I am very tired." The Old Man.

His eyes would travel over the Windclanners again, settling on the albino pup. That one. That was Vader's next attachment. And he would take advantage of it. His hood was directed at Victorianpup, a slight edge falling into his tone. Power, the lull of the Force and a mind trick. "Little pup... Can you come here? I would like to see your jewelry..."
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What hostility! Surely, they did not think they stood a chance against him? But did they really think an old leopard was a threat? "It is only a necklace- I never saw such pretty jewelry growing up." Lie. He had been born into a powerful family with political influence. The Emperor took in a deep breath, a sigh. "Perhaps you believe I come to demolish... but that is not my plan. I am old... I am frail," To punctuate this, he lifted his paw, letting them note how his paws shook uncontrollably. "And unarmed..."

Cherviltea. The ravenous eyes went to to the collie next, as if he was subtly trying to force the leader into submission. "I am indeed here to discuss his little band of rogues with him... I expected better of Lord Vader." His gaze would glance to the tiger now- disgusted, but not reacting. A rabbit into a tiger? What a joke! "I have known Lord Vader since he was a mere yearling. A cub. He was awfully dirty. Stubby mane." The Emperor would comment, relaxed, as he planned to break Vader down, here and in front of them.

But the Emperor froze and his head would whip right and his cloak with him, the eyes landing on Lessa. His pupils grew small now, as if he stared at a witch in need of being crucified. Jedi... "You," He is suppose to kill you! The Emperor would growl, eyes locked on her, his aura and Force shifting from the others, and onto her. The leopard started digging, looking for answers, clues, things to use against the child. But only lightly. He didn't want her to scream. "You have made him soft."

The Emperor's reactions were interrupted, gaze focusing as Vader finally showed himself. He watched the lion approach like a warden, analyzing him and watching his body language. The Emperor's Force went from Lessa and targeted on Vader. A Warden, his gun out and the hammer pulled back. The old leopard would smile as Vader lowered himself. It was no where near enough, but it was a start. Vader knew this. Vader would be put back into his place.

"But here I stand before you, my old friend, alive and well," The Emperor would approach the lion now, lifting a shaking paw, and placing it on top of Vader's helmet. "You did attempt to kill me, though. Which was very stupid of you. After all, you knew nothing, know nothing, and will continue to know nothing without me." The paw did not move. The paw, one that could shoot lightning and kill the lion, used his helmet for support, noticing how Vader would stiffen at his touch, displaying his fear.

// rushed
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]The awful eyes would slowly trail to Jekyll, focusing in on each word. The eyes would narrow onto the canine, his wrinkled paw beginning to clench with irritation, causing the lion he touched to visibly freeze. Signs of the Emperor's lethal and venomous anger, and the Emperor would expect Vader to correct the dog, if not for his own presence "We, are not here to discuss you, or me, or the child." The leopard's gaze would refocus onto Vader, his claws extending and digging into the metal of the helmet.

Vader visibly froze. "[b]We are here, to discuss him."[/b] The Emperor's claws scraped on the helmet, observing it, and making little tick marks. "Are these your slaves, Vader?" His paw would finally leave the lion, moving to step past Vader, looking at the others. "No, that's not right. A ruler you could be, but would not keep a slave. Not after being one." He said, turning to look at the still-bowed Vader, who had stiffened at this, but took it. He knew Vader would not raise his hand against his master. "I notice your new legs. The upgrades. Was my design not good enough for you?"

"But what does that matter? You've lied to everyone here. You lied to all of Windclan." The Emperor would move back, back to the front of the lion, sitting down. "Isn't time you came clean? About Anakin Skywalker? About your wife? About your son? About the younglings and the genocide of the Jedi? The death of Lavi Solo? About Obi-wan Kenobi?" He knew he had struck more than one chord, watching Vader's hands curl into the dirt.
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]The Emperor's gaze went to the Windclanner's again, grinning. "And does it not unsettle you to know that your adviser killed children?" The leopard would ask, tilting his head. "Killed ever so many..." The Emperor's gaze went back to the lion, setting his paw back on him.

Another one. The Emperor's eyes set on the Force Ghost- a failed attempt to end a Jedi. He looked to Vader, and the message between them was a single, silent word. Failure. His eyes went right back to Lavi, narrowing them. "I am going to stay a long as I see fit." He hissed, gaze flashing towards Lessa, watching her horror sink in. "I have no reason to lie to you. Go on," the eyes focused back on Vader. "Tell them the truth, Lord Vader."

He did, and the Emperor was pleased. Vader was still under his paw- THE SENATOR! THE WIFE! His head turned and Vader's head tilted in the direction of Padme. His lips pulled into a tight line, looking at the lioness. How?
Vader, Vader said- reincarnation. A wrench in the Emperor's machine. The Wife was the fumbling child playing with a fragile toy. Padme was the one thing that could pull Vader away from him, the one thing Vader was more devoted to than to his Master. Padme had to die if he were to properly handle his Cosmic Plaything.

"Very much has changed in the months, it seems. But that leaves one question, Lord Vader." The Emperor would turn away from Vader, the lion's head tilting up to pay attention. "Your upgrades, your adjustments, have they made you stronger? Or have they merely fixed a broken toy?" The leopard's voice had a dangerous tone, now. Had Vader taken the time and energy to make the right replacements, to make him near invincible, possibly stronger than himself, or did he merely make adjustments to strive ease and comfort? Had Vader grown weak?

"Only where I saw fit, Master."

"Then let us test them. Test you, Lord Vader." The Emperor turned on his heel, and rose up on his haunches, raising both of his paws. Storm clouds rumbled in the sky, his claws extending and making a motion with his paws.

The lion made a move upwards, beginning to rise and outstretching his hand- "Wait-!" And the space between them erupted with blue light. The air snapped and popped, a bloodcurtling yell released from Vader, the lion's form shaking under the assault, his joints locking up. The Emperor's lightning stabbed and mauled Vader, watching as metal bits inside and out began to pop and react to the heat, buttons and lights flashing danger and warning signals and screams under the overriding.

Then, it stopped. Vader's form was smoking and all his lights had turned off. The Emperor watched, as the great lion fell to his knees, arm still stretched out to his master, then slumped forward, the edge of his helmet and mask connecting with the ground. For a moment, all was quiet. For a moment, the Emperor wondered if he were dead. Vader did not fix the fatal flaw. The level of power in the blow was not even enough to kill a small lion. So Vader had made himself more vulnerable and weaker, if this was the case.

The Emperor's front paws reconnected with the ground, and he stood before them, staring down at Vader's still form. If he were dead, then it was time for the Emperor to find a new apprentice. If he were dead, then it was time to leave.

A few more beats. Vader must be dead. Oh well. He raised a paw with the intent to leave-
It was slow, but it was loud and it was there. PUUUUHHHH..... POUH. Again. PUUUUHHHH..... POUH. Again? PUUUUHHHH..... POUH. Again! PUUUUHHHH..... POUH.

Now, the new question. Would they run to the advisor's aid? Or would they attack him? And if the attacked him, what would Vader do?
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The emperor raises a brow under his hood, watching Vindicate and displaying his mangled smile. "I think you will find that will be of no use." He watches his apprentice rise, a cackle releasing from his throat when the lion roars. As the others fly back, the Emperor does not move. He is rooted to the ground, and rooted to his apprentice. "Good, very good, Lord Vader." he makes a small gesture with his paw, barely lifting a finger, pressing buttons on Vader's suit and observing the lion as he stands up straight, as if shot with adrenaline.
"I believe I will be staying here for a bit. Vader..." The lion looks over his shoulder, meeting the leopard's gaze. "You will be stepping down from your position here, and you will disband your little group of thugs. Then I want to see everything." Vader looked away from him, his head tilted down- disappointed. Like a child denied of a new toy.

"Yes, Master."

"Good. I will be staying in your cabin until I find a more suitable one. Come." With that, the Emperor turned away, and Vader, following after him.
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"Are you going to answer them, or are you going to be the bigger man?" Evaluation. To him, Cherviltea was lesser. He stood in Windclan like he owned the place, and he had never given his name.
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Now let's see how hard he could push those buttons of his.
"Lord Vader," he announced, standing outside the lion's cabin. "Come here, I have a gift for you." This couldn't be good.
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"You may use these... I'm sure Vader won't need these. He'll be too busy to finish it, now."
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How easy it had been, to mask Vader's senses. To make the lion unaware. To restrict his breathing while he slept and draw him out cold. It was funny, watching them drag the lion out. Time to play his part.
"Help!" He cried, laying on his side. "Help- they've taken them!"

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