Posts by SANTINO

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]As he waited for a response, Nathaniel glanced through the translucent window. While he normally enjoyed the privacy the frosted glass provided (and without forcing him to sit in the back!), he wished that the view was a tad clearer. Aside from his worry over his partner, it reflected poorly on the agency, and until everything was settled, Aleksei could decide to take his business elsewhere. Bringing up a hand to lightly rub his jaw, he hid a frown.

He glanced back toward Aleksei an instant before the client spoke, hoping that his wandering gaze had not been too noticeable. "Hm," he murmured in acknowledgement, lightly flipping through the folders. "What I have here mostly falls into a moderate price range, between $280,00 and $320,000. We have less expensive properties, but if you go too much lower, you'll be getting exactly what you pay for. If I was searching, this is what i'd look into." It was the standard spiel for clients who hadn't specified a price range—Nathaniel could certainly ask, but there were more fish in the sea than Aleskei might otherwise consider. He'd pulled out what he thought might interest the man, plus a little more.

"I'll tell you the basics of a few properties, and if any of them interest you, you're free to see the file," Nathaniel began, skimming the notes the surveyor had left. Ordinarily, he would have read the file in depth, but ordinarily, he wasn't running late. "The first is two bedrooms and a bathroom, large property, but it's about forty minutes away from the town—though there's a mall a little closer." If Aleksei chose it, he'd probably be able to shave ten minutes off of the trip, but he'd have to shop in a Walmart—not something Nate was a fan of.

"In the same area is anther two bedroom house. The property's larger, and the house itself has a lot of history. About twenty minutes from town is a single bedroom, half bath property." He paused, glancing toward Aleksei to see if he wanted to hear more about anything before moving on. If he did want to make an offer on one of the first houses, Nate could schedule a visit wit the lister's agent so that Aleksei could see the place, and this would be concluded much sooner.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]As with Pierce and Lottie, Nathaniel had been drawn over by Novella's agonized screams. He rose more carefully than his clanmates had, brows drawing together as he followed them toward the child. He didn't recognize the girl, but the sight of her made his breath catch—she was beautiful like this. For a long moment, he stood there, desire blossoming within him as he took in the bloody rip on Novella's wing, the bruises littering her body, and the expression of pain etched on her face. She was a perfect sight, youthful and pure, but covered with injuries no one her age deserved to sustain. She was perfectly balanced between innocence and brokenness, and it sang to him.

Swallowing and willing himself to remain calm, lest he say or do something that Pierce or Lottie would find suspicious, the serval padded closer to the group. Slowly, he offered the white panther, "If you need something from back in camp or any assistance..." He was not used to injured animals, and if she did need something, he'd probably be more of a hindrance than a help, but he could not stay and watch this beautifully marred cub without offering.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel had been to RiverClan a grand total of once, and couldn't name anyone he'd met on the trip, much less a name they no longer used. He'd been relaxing nearby when Olive's whisper and Sweetophelia's subsequent question had caught his attention. Rising, Nathaniel joined the pair. "Why do you need to rescue her if you already freed her?" he wondered, puzzled.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel had been one of the runners, stealing supplies from adults who had been distracted by the younger runners. Each time they made a trip out, he worried that something would happen, that they'd be caught stealing or followed back to the warehouse. The 'hunt' had gone successfully, though, and he gratefully handed the bag he'd been carrying to someone who'd remained behind. They'd have to organize the supplies and figure out the month's rations, but he was happy to catch his breath first.

Taking a few deep, long breaths, he glanced toward Alysanne. "We didn't have any trouble," Nate assured her. No more than usual, anyway, and everyone had returned home okay. Wearily wiping the sweat from his face, he staggered toward Pierce. The younger boy was the quiet type, but Nathaniel didn't begrudge him that. Pierce was just a kid, but he had a solid head on his shoulders. "How was everything on the home front?" he asked, feebly trying at a joke.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Ears tilting toward Sweetophelia at the leader's raised voice, Nathaniel rose from what he'd been doing—nothing important; just a sketch in the dust—and headed toward the clearing. This week, the hazel eyed serval chose to sit besides Ivylee, and he offered her a small nod as he settled down.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Self-defense—obviously an important course, although Nathaniel wondered how much expertise Germanicus had in the subject. Very likely more than him: Nathaniel's novice knowledge when it came to fighting was what had led him to chose a job as a paladin. He trotted toward the group, throwing the gathered a faint smile in greeting.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Now that ScarClan was gone, Nathaniel was reason to try the whole visiting an ally thing again. Unknownpaw had not bothered him too much, to be honest, be he hadn't had to live with her day in and day out. Once again, the serval approached the ThunderClan border, hazel gaze dancing coolly over the territory.

demonspawn // o, blizzardclanner
thunderclan

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel knew little and less about BlizzardClan's history—he barely even knew who had led the group before Sweetophelia, much less who had led it back when it was SnowClan. All he saw, when he joined the small group, was a young, tired pup. "Hello," the serval murmured simply. Fadingmoon didn't smell of BlizzardClan, but he wasn't sure if she was a stranger or just someone who'd only recently joined. Either case, he saw no need to overwhelm her.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Alastor was in trouble? His guard didn't look to be in such great condition either, and while it was almost certainly in better condition than Alastor, who seemed to have been beaten and kidnapped, Nathaniel worried for it as well. Brushing against the guard after Germanicus had helped it sit up, he wondered, "Hey, are you okay? Did you see who did it?" Who specifically—that the perpetrators were Exiles was clear.

thread with nate?
he was there after she fell out of the tree, so he'll want to see if she's doing better

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Glancing quizzically at Ivylee, Nathaniel asked, "You don't plan to go?" From her statement, it certainly didn't sound like she intended to attend. Himself, Nathaniel thought that it might be fun, and perhaps he'd drop by for a while.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Well, BloodClan certainly had wildly different weather than BlizzardClan, even considering all the different biomes that the latter's territory consisted of. Approaching softly, he offered Tessa, who seemed to be the host, "It looks wonderful."

Turning, the serval glanced around the group before his attention settled on Nefariouspaw. Making his way over to the young seal point, the male offered, "Hello. I'm Nathaniel, from BlizzardClan."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Rick flopped down from a tree, hazy eyed and stinking of drink. It wasn't quite the welcome Nate had been expecting. "Hi," he replied, not quite sure if it was worth his time to talk to Rick or if he should wait for someone who wasn't high. "I'm Nathaniel."

Sasha arrived next, looking worse for the wear. She seemed a little demanding, to him, but he was prepared to forgive it: ThunderClan had recently been in a stressful situation. "Just visiting. I don't believe I mentioned it before, but I'm your ambassador from BlizzardClan."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel couldn't imagine a training sessions that wasn't educational, and amusement was etched in the lines of his face as he padded over. So long as the first aid training didn't consist of lists of herbs to memorize—and judging by the class' title, it was more likely to be how to respond to common scenarios—he would manage. "Sounds nice," he murmured, mostly just to say something. As he settled in besides Belle, he offered the southern tabby a slight nod, despite not recognizing her.

// 'grats!

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Leader? The male looked awfully young, and although Nathaniel didn't doubt that the ColouredClanner was a good cat, he worried that the group wouldn't do well under someone with so little experience. Part of him worried the same thing for BlizzardClan, should Sweet lose her position. Pierce was a fine serval, but he wasn't even a year old. Except in certain matters, Nathaniel didn't regard children the same way most people regarded adults. Biting back his doubts, the black serval offered, "Congratulations, and best luck with your reign."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Swinging toward the group, Nathaniel glanced over Alexa and Damien. He didn't know the former at all and had only seen the latter a few times: giving them individualized tasks that they would probably enjoy would be a challenge. "Hey, Alexa," he began. "I'm Nathaniel. Could you get some friends and start a garden? And Damien, could you make a scrapbook?"

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]NathanielB has logged on

NathanielB: Hello.

NathanielB: What are memes?

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]More often, Nathaniel saw Alastor following his guard, not the guard standing around while Alastor peered into a bag. He wasn't quite sure what the panther had done that he couldn't walk around freely, but it served as a reminder to Nate: if the serval managed to convince anyone to play with him, he had to make sure he didn't get caught or he might also find himself severely limited.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Nathaniel made his way toward the trio. "Hey. What's in the satchel, Alastor?"

[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel couldn't say that he agreed with Eren. While the Cartel had never been their friends, safety was more important than revenge. Nate preferred not having to worry about the Cartel than being forced to wonder if they would try something again. They didn't have an alliance; they had a truce. Silently approaching, he waited to see if Eren would accept Sweetophelia's reasoning.