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Okay, can you make?
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Oh wow, that hadn't taken too long. Not that he was upset with that though, that was a good thing. He hated waiting around after all, even if that could be seen as a flaw at times. All the same though, he had been met quite quickly now, whih was nice to see!
"I'm Weed, Weed Edenway-Pheolem-Leonidas, I want to join ma'am!" the small grey and white male would grin back up at Kate happily as the other asked him of his business here. That being said, Santa was quite right with their thoughts. They most likely would have a new play-friend. And Weed would be quite happy with that as well, as he really did love having friends, and lots of them for that matter.
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Weed trotted over to the growing group of members waiting for the announcements, deciding to seat himself next to Santa as the male was one of the only others he really happened to know at the moment. Not the best stance ever for him currently, but he could deal with it. Besides, he was still new, so there was still a lot to deal with before he got to know basically everyone here.
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Eyy a fan! ;P
It didn't seem to have taken too long for the young male to be intercepted by a Riverclanner, although it had of course been expected that it wouldn't take long as well. After all, Riverclan was a large group, or at least larger than Scarclan, so the arrival of the other this early on wasn't too strange to him. Too bad the male who had arrived didn't seem to happy. It was almost like the other was more focused on looking intimidating and scary than anything else, although Weed bet on the inside the other was actually quite nice, and was just hiding it because he was a stranger to them.
Shooting them a grin, the pup would look up into their eyes, hoping to encourage the other to smile back. If not, then oh well, at least he had tried. "I heard Riverclan has a library sir, is that true?" the mixed canine would respond in question, hoping that he hadn't somehow been lied to. If that were so, this would have been a rather pointless journey, and he would end up having to continue on and look elsewhere for books.
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Character's name: @Weed E.P.L.
Roleplayer: @silvester.
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Why? Well he wasn't sure how to answer that question, seeing as there were so many answers to it. Why had he come here? Why was he searching for a library? Why did he need books? Oh there were so many questions that could spring off just a simple "Why?".
Amber gaze blinking in slight confusion, the male would shake his head before reconfiguring himself. "I-I'm looking for a few books on flowers.. and since I heard Riverclan had a library, I was thinking I might be able to borrow some books on flowers" Weed would reply awkwardly, hoping he wasn't somehow messing anything up. If so that would just suck.
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sineration mafia code
*name + link to profile* Weed, @Weed E.P.L.
*alliance(s)* Scarclan + Windclan
*occupation (whether your a worker or target)* Worker
*skill (if worker)* Does well gaining info due to friendly outlook (also i'm good at events+ so promotions aren't hard to come by in groups)
*payment required* protection
*brief description of character* Weed is a friendly mix between a doberman and a husky wolfdog. His mother is a demi-god, while his father is a demon. He has a bit of an obsession with plants, although he doesn't take much interest in the idea of healing. He also enjoys to travel and get to know clans/groups/tribes etc. He isn't much of a fighter, yet still goes out of his way to fight for what he believes to be right.
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Ooo, does that mean I get to be part of this chat now? =3
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Nah, I totally know that IC actions will be lowkey hateful for him because of the clans he's with (allied to), but as long as everything stays okay OOC I see no reason to be unhappy about things.
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Yesss fans i can relate to
So wait, we're playing two truths and a lie with our characters?
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Omg beautiful art
it's so nice, man i wish i could draw like that
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okay wait
Did anyone figure out how to turn off the whole like "you must wait 333 seconds" thing? It's so annoying
Azazel also has a demon form actually I just haven't introduced it yet! But his is different really
you used an internal email for the account, right?
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@azazel w.k.p.h. oh in that case you'll have to wait a week *after the date of your account creation* for it to stop xD
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Ooo beautiful art I wish i could get my brush to act that way, but it doesn't Dx
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yo Weed's job is to spy/gather info though, not kill
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she'd probably put the family on lockdown because the only family they have there is joseph, and jack might think their loyalty is to their kin rather than to bloodclan though isn't it?
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ooooh
well i don't see why that'd be a problem then
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"Sir! Could I get a task?" Weed would ask cheerfully as he trotted over. Honestly, the pup had no idea what he was signing up for, but it didn't seem like anything dangerous, so he saw no reason why he shouldn't go ahead and ask about things. Besides, what was the worse that could happen? Probably getting turned away, although hopefully that wouldn't be a thing for him. He wanted to do something. He wanted to be helpful in one way or another. And this would probably work great for getting to know others also.
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Make.. whatever he wanted? Looking over the colors, the male would furrow his fictional brows as he concentrated on what he may like to paint. There were many possibilities. A skyline? A sunset? Maybe his mother? Nah, he didn't want to make her look ugly, he wasn't the best artist ever. Not to mention, if she ever saw the piece, she'd probably be offended and discipline him. And he didn't like that idea.
Then again, it didn't really matter what colors he used. Perhaps he could do something abstract. It was only Leo who would be viewing his art (hopefully) after all, and the other was blind. They would only be feeling the paint, and the apparent textures of the paint. So he wouldn't care much about the colors. "Am I supposed to use a paintbrush, sir?" Weed would ask curiously, looking over at Leo. Maybe. Maybe not. Either worked really, although he was still curious.
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The young pup would nod happily in response before he realized the other wouldn't be able to see him doing so. Oops! He had forgotten that Leo was blind! Well, at least no one noticed his mistake, at least not to his knowledge. "Yes I do like them! They're really pretty and they smell nice!" Weed would respond instead, deciding a verbal response would be better for communicating to with the blind. After all, from what he knew, Leo was just blind, not deaf.
Turning to Breakdance as the other elder of the clan arrived, the canine mix would frown slightly. It didn't seem that the other enjoyed flowers very much. How sad, they really were quite beautiful of things. And what was this about innocent flowers? Be the innocent flower but the serpent under. What did that mean? Maybe it had something to do with the roots under every flower. Well, he didn't know. "Ma'am, what exactly are you talking about?" the pup would inquire, hoping he would get an answer from the other. He saw no reason why he wouldn't. He had asked politely after all.
