Posts by mikasa ackerman

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  • HUNTER & HUNTED / JOINING

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; height: undefined;][align=justify][font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']The black colored feline followed after the male who was her brother in all but blood, moving at a much slower pace than Erin did, yet still fast enough to keep up with him, determined to keep the male in eye view. At first glance she would seem far calmer than him, at least in the outside. In reality she felt far more like the turmoiled skies and his panted breaths. Emotions swirled in head, the predominate ones being anger and pain. While that had been Erin's first set of parents lost, that had been her second. Even after being in both places she was not certain what was worse. Such a pain was new and raw for him, but for her? She'd gotten her hopes up and let herself love again only to be hurt in just the same way. Still, whichever was worse, Mikasa's anger was a smaller burn, one that didn't leap and bound, destroying everything it touched. No her's was one of a smaller kind, that lurked unknowingly until to late.


    The black colored feline stopped beside the male then as he stop, her eyes grazing over the island. It was quite. "They are here. Just wait, Erin."

  • HUNTER & HUNTED / JOINING

    [center][fancypost= width: 400px; height: undefined;][align=justify][font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']"Mikasa Ackerman," she added on to Erin's statement, watching the sudden approach of eight strangers with a dull look, not particularly triggered by any strong feeling at the sight, though she watched each carefully. If she felt anything it was a sense of worry conflicted with hope at the sound of Erin's question. They fought here. They could learn here. While that had been Erin's reason for join a clan - to learn to fight, to become powerful enough that what happened to his parents never happened to him again and that he could take his revenge, something she didn't what as much as he did, she was here to watch over him.


    While she stored the first three away, at least the appearances of those who didn't say their names, but she didn't address them."Mack,"she repeated, storing the name away in the back of her mind, "A tour? What do you think Erin? It might be helpful," Mikasa mused, turning towards him for a brief second, letting him pick as she turned towards the next. Etherialpup. They were small. Young. Learning to fight with them. That would have to wait, she couldn't see her being old enough. "When you are older maybe," Mikasa stated, shaking her head.


    She offered a slight nod towards Nebby, but didn't say anything towards the kid but turned towards Sweetophelia. "Good. Would Blizzardclan be willing to teach us?" she questioned, knowing this was what Erin would want to know. "Basically," was her only answer, not really feeling the need to go into details of their relationship or past, even it was the reason she, they, were there.

  • A BROKEN WRIST AND A TRAMPOLINE | the rift visitor

    [center][fancypost= width: 400px; height: undefined;][align=justify][font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']She was too new to fully be able to answer that question - while everyone else had seemingly left or died, she had just joined and knew none of any of those Sweetophelia thought of but didn't say. Therefore, the black feline didn't say anything as she approached, instead letting Sweetophelia have her say in the question - she would know. So this girl was of the Rift? She didn't know the name, nor did know who the girl is. So in all of that regards, she kept silent, instead the six month old hovered nearby, the expression on her face seeming quite a bit older than she was.

  • 1.275 million ( open, joiner

    [center][fancypost= width: 400px; height: undefined;][align=justify][font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']"Welcome," Mikasa offered, her tone drab compared to the others around her that were her age, bright and peppy. "I am Mikasa Ackerman." She wasn't to certain what else to say or do, so she did nothing rather than to move to the side and wait.

  • I FEEL IT COMING / OPEN + VISITOR

    Dark grey eyes shifted slowly and she turned slightly as to head towards the voice that had spoke. "Who is your mother?" the six month old questioned, her tone dull and almost lifeless, as she picked her way over, the ends of her scarf dangling around her neck and bouncing against her chest with each step. The black coated feline knew death. It had taken both of her parents, and then the two who had taken her in and become her parents over time. She knew what it was like to feel the loss of a mother, twice over.


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  • I FEEL IT COMING / OPEN + VISITOR

    [center][fancypost= width: 400px; height: undefined;][align=justify][font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']So that was who she had been looking for? Her mother? "I know apologies don't help, I know. But if this helps, I heard she died a peaceful death. I wasn't here then, so I can't tell you exactly how." How did it feel to lose your mother when you were as old as Katherine appeared to be? When you had the time to get to know them? Yes, Mikasa had loved her parents - both sets - but she knew under six months for the two combined was nothing like years were.

  • DON'T PRETEND||o; missing

    [center][fancypost= width: 400px; height: undefined;][align=justify][font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']The feline rocked uneasily at the strange scent that hovered nearby her - yes, everyone here was still a strange scent but they had the same base even if it varied between individuals, this was different though. It wasn't repulsive scent, but unknown, and not the loner kind of unknown. It was like the Blizzardclanner's with their base of everyone. And then there was the scent of one of those who was now supposed to be one of her clanmates. Noting the last fact set of a series of bells in her head, and she twisted, looking around for someone else with flat grey eyes that held hints of worry and panic.. "What is this scent? Who is it?"

  • SHRIVELLED AND SICKENED / O, CAPTURE

    [center][fancypost= width: 400px; height: undefined;][align=justify][font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']She had been looking for her brother for a while now, searching further than the camp once that had turned out no results. It didn't take her too long to track down his scent trail - she was used to having to find him, after all - but she froze as she hit the boarder and smelt his scent mingle with the one she had smelt earlier at the other disappearance. The one she had been told belonged to the Cartel. Her fur rose almost instantly and a determined look crossed over her normally blank face. "They took him! They took Erin!" It was more of a statement to muttered to herself in anger than an announcement to everyone.


    Livid dark grey eyes turned on Etherealpup and a low hiss slipped out. "If they ask, kid, I went to get Erin back, okay?" She shifted her weight impatiently, wanting to leave but wanting any form of indication that the girl had heard. She didn't care if it was a yes or no, she was going anyways, they weren't stealing the only family she had left.

  • SHRIVELLED AND SICKENED / O, CAPTURE

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    [font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']A rescue raid? That would mean she would have to wait. She didn't want to wait. Who knew how long he had already been gone - the scent was stale. Who knew what they had done to him! She shook her head harshly back and forth to the three, not really willing to comply to orders. "A raid takes time! He might not have time! What if they kill him? Erin is all talk, he doesn't know how to fight! I have to help him!"


    tags (updated 4/25)

  • PLOT WITH EREN.

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    sibling thread?

    tags (updated 4/25)

  • plot with mikasa

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    [font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']Any plots with this newbie child? I'd rather not do plan interaction threads unless they have a point or are part of a larger plot. She tends to really cold and likely won't form friends unless it develops over a long period of time. She isn't that much of a social bean.


    oops im also looking for a mentor for her.


    tags (updated 4/25)

  • CHASING GLORY — RESCUE RAID ANNOUNCEMENT

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    [font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']Battle ready was an iffy for her, but she was over six months or at least she was six months old - but they didn't know her exact age nor her physical abilities. But there was no way she wasn't going. They had stopped her from going right away, they would not keep her here! Erin was there.


    tags (updated 4/25)

  • FIERCE AS A LION — BLIZZARDCLAN RESCUE RAID

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    [font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']"Tama is dead, keep up," Mikasa voiced, shaking her head harshly, not really affect due to the fact she had never met the girl as she had joined after the past leader's death. The small girl bounded after the two, fur fluffed up from both cold and aggression. Her grey eyes were livid as they focused on both Mastermind and Deathstroke, nose flared as her lips curled back over her teeth. "Give him back! Where is Erin?" the six month old snapped as she turned towards Deathstroke, easily recognizing the scent that had wrapped with her brother's when he disappeared.

    tags (updated 4/25)

  • You can put the blame on me (open, return)

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    [font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']Mikasa didn't particularly recognize the male either, likely - as if seemed that Mack knew him, he was rejoining - as he had left before she had come herself. So she choose to do the same as Ethereal and stay silent, off to the side.


    tags (updated 4/25)