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  • i love the way it's mysterious | p, mob




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    Oops... he hadn't meant to make it awkward. As silence fell on the clearing they were sitting in, Mob wouldn't speak again until she asked him about his other powers. "Other... powers?" He repeated, seeming a bit puzzled. All he had was psychic powers... but maybe she was referring to his other abilities? "Umm... well, I can create a psychic barrier around myself to guard against attacks... I can teleport, but I don't do it very often because it makes me nauseous... and I can control plants..." The boy would list off a few of the more interesting ones, gazing up at the sky and shrugging.


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • ( plot w/ mob )

    heyy! i'm april and this is my newest character mob! he's a member of windclan, as well as blizzardclan here c:
    he's pretty shy, but once someone gets to know him, he's a very kind and loyal friend <3


    mob is open to p much open to everything except;;
    - kill
    - rape/litters
    - starting fights (he's a pacifist, so he doesnt willingly pick fights with anyone.)


    capture, torture, and relationships are iffy, so please talk to me first <3
    thanks c:

  • anybody want headshots?

    aa when you arent so flooded, maybe you can do mob? i'll post some refs when i get home!
    edit: ok so he's basically a black scottish fold w/ amber eyes
    he also wears a black collar with a gold bell on it :0
    x x

  • THE LITTLE WHITE LIES // open + news from the Rift




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    At the sound of a howl, Mob would appear from the underbrush, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he listened to Julian speak. This guy seemed rather shady... the boy wasn't sure he fully trusted the other male. "What kind of troubles?" He asked, tipping his head slightly. It was odd that Olive was not here telling them this in person and this whole situation gave him bad vibes. Something didn't seem right.


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • LET YOUR DARKER SIDE GIVE IN ▽ PANIC ATTACK




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    Truth or dare... kids at school always played that game, but Mob himself had never actually tried it before. This was mostly because he didn't have any friends in his class... therefore, nobody had ever asked him to play. He didn't even know what the rules were. The boy didn't really like social games like this anyway... it would probably be best if he didn't participate.


    But at the same time... it was something new, and he could probably learn how to play. Better now than never, right? The scottish fold padded over curiously, blinking at the panther. "S-Sure... I'll play... but um, I don't really know what the rules are..." Mob said, shuffling his paws. He didn't recognize the panther... maybe he should introduce himself as well? "Oh, I don't think we've met... I'm Shigeo Kageyama... but you can call me Mob."


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • BRAVO MONSIEUR SUCH SPIRITED WORDS ▽ MEETING




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    At the leader's howl, Mob would appear, sitting at the back of the forming crowd as usual with Dimple silently floating next to him.


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • THE LITTLE WHITE LIES // open + news from the Rift




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    Lady... problems? "I... I don't... know what that means..." He said, embarrassed as an awkward expression crept its way onto his face. "B-But fine... I don't have anything to give... but um, I hope she feels better?" Mob would reply, not really knowing what to say. Nobody else seemed suspicious about Julian, maybe stuff like this was normal? Either way, he felt a bit silly now for thinking poorly of the visitor and it would probably be better if he just kept his mouth shut for now.


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • LET YOUR DARKER SIDE GIVE IN ▽ PANIC ATTACK




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    As Damien explained the game, he would nod his head. "O-Oh... okay..." Mob said quietly. He didn't really like the idea of being dared to do something he possibly didn't want to do but... at the same time, he felt it would be silly if he backed out now.


    As more of their clanmates showed up, Mob said nothing, as he couldn't come up with any dares. Then, as Damien suggested that Alastor (apparently, that was the panther's name, since Sweet had referred to him as that) take off his mask, he instantly noted the panther's change in mood. The scottish fold would be lying if he said he wasn't curious to know why he wore it... but he wouldn't go as far as asking him to take it off... or taking it off for him, as the umbreon had just done.


    At the panther's reaction to this, Mob would swivel around to face Damien. "H... Hey! That wasn't very nice! You can't just take off his mask like that... give it back to him." The scottish fold snapped in a sudden display of irritation, an angry look on his face. That was totally uncalled for. Turning to Alastor now, his expression softened, anger replaced with worry. "A-Alastor? Are you... okay?" The boy asked, his voice returning to its normally quiet volume.


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • i love the way it's mysterious | p, mob




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    /it's fine!


    Looking back at her, a faint expression of amusement at her eagerness seemed to appear on his face. "Ah... sure..." Mob said, smiling. Then turning away for a second, he would try to think of which one he should start her out with. Controlling plants was easy... but a barrier would be much more helpful in the end. However, the barrier was also a bit more advanced... then again, if something like the 'accident' happened once more, she would be even less likely to get hurt. "...How about we start with a psychic barrier? That sound okay with you?" The boy asked the cub, tail curling around his paws.


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • BRAVO MONSIEUR SUCH SPIRITED WORDS ▽ MEETING




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    He hadn't been expecting too much, silently noting the clique issue. Of course, when Jonathan mentioned Alice's name, happiness for his friend filled his chest. "Good job, Alice! And noted." The scottish fold would call out, a small smile on his muzzle.


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • The world is grey // STORM PHASE TWO // the mountain's cold




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    /oops i'm gonna hurt mob a bit


    Despite the cold, Mob had come down with a case of cabin fever. So, in his own foolishness, the boy had gone hunting. He had been trekking quite close to the border when he felt it, the strong energy stirring in the atmosphere above. A bit of snow began to fall, causing him to stop and look up at the darkening sky. "Shigeo, there's something wrong, I can feel it... we should go back." Came the voice of Dimple, who was floating next to him as always. "Right... I'm sensing it too... must be a storm-" The scottish fold was cut off as the wind suddenly began to blow, the light snow that had been gently falling before now thickening and flying straight into his face. It didn't take long for it to become a blizzard and Mob was left standing there, bracing himself against the wind. Beside him, the small green ghost let out a shriek as the winds intensified, suddenly disappearing. "D-Dimple!" He called out, trying to be heard over the storm. But it was no use, Dimple had been blown away. It seemed he would have to try and make his way back to camp alone...


    It was difficult. As he attempted to walk back, Mob was constantly fighting against the wind, which was blowing in his direction. In addition, he could hardly see a thing and he didn't even know if he was going in the right direction. Shivering, he took one step at a time, paws sinking into the thickening snow. He tried to stay calm, telling himself over and over that he would make it and everything would be fine... but as the large chunks of hail began to fall, he felt himself slowly starting to panic, picking up his pace. As time went by, the boy was hit with several pieces of sharp ice, which cut into his flank, but he walked on, ignoring the pain.


    Then, half way to camp, the scottish fold collapsed in the snow, shivering violently. He was being consumed by hypothermia, the cold sinking deep into his fur. I'm... g-gonna die out here... I'm so c-cold... I can't... make a barrier to protect myself... I... failed... Those were his last thoughts before he slipped out of consciousness, unable to stay awake as his body began to shut itself down.


    A few moments later, a shadow fell over the boy's body. "S-Shigeo! Oh god, you aren't dead are you?" Dimple exclaimed. His voice came from the white pyrenees dog now standing over Mob, it's cheeks adorned with the same red circles that Dimple had in his ghost form. Dog!Dimple would lower his head down close to the scottish fold, as if quickly examining him before letting out a relieved sigh. "... Good, still breathing... you're alive. Barely though." He mumbled, picking the boy up and draping his body gently across his back, hoping his thick fur would warm him up some. With that, he would make his way back to camp.


    It didn't take long for him to find the camp again, stumbling into the village with Mob still unconscious on his back. Dimple could barely tell if this was the right place or not, the snow and hail was so thick. Either way, he didn't care. Shigeo needed a medic, right now. Atticus... that was his name, right? "Where's Atticus!? Shigeo's got hypothermia!" The pyrenees barked, hoping his loud dog voice would carry over the howling wind.


    [ summary: mob got stuck out in the storm, dimple came to rescue him by possessing a pyrenees dog and carried him back to camp. mob also has hypothermia now ]


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • i love the way it's mysterious | p, mob




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    "Well... basically, you'll be shrouding yourself in your own psychic power... it'll protect you from attacks and other physical things that can hurt you... as long as you focus." Mob would explain. "Focusing is the key... if you lose your focus... you'll lose your barrier." At his level, this was no problem, but whether or not Alice would be able to focus her energy long enough to guard against an attack... he had no idea. Now that he thought of it... maybe he should have started with the plants first, but there was no going back now.


    "Creating a barrier is a lot like moving that pebble... but instead of channeling your energy into your paw, try channeling it throughout your body and imagine it forming a protective bubble around you, so to speak... uh... kinda like this..." The scottish fold attempted to explain, closing his eyes for a second. A moment passed and soon, his body began to glow a faint blue color, just like the pebble had when he had lifted it. "Normally... you wouldn't be able to see it, but um, you seem to be more of a visual learner... so..." Mob said with a shrug. "I won't make you attack me... but trust me when I say that if someone attacks you and you have this up, it'll be deflected. It'll look like there's some kind of invisible bubble around you." Hopefully that didn't sound confusing. "Go ahead and try it."


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25

  • RUSSIAN CITY — MOB




    I BET MY LIFE ━


    Even after all this time, Mob still wasn't used to eating small animals. He knew he shouldn't feel so guilty, as it was just the circle of life, but still, he felt bad. They were just innocent little animals, after all... On days like this, he would either skip eating entirely, or if given the opportunity, eat human food. Today, a kind NPC had given him a slice of bread, which he had quickly eaten. Crumbs were still stuck to his whiskers and he would quickly brush them off, standing up and stretching. There didn't seem to be anything for him to do here today... perhaps he should go back home for now. Starting to walk toward the camp entrance, he would stop when he spotted Sweet. Mob hadn't spoken to her since his meet and greet... she seemed pretty nice, from what he had gathered. He didn't usually like to talk to people... but he should at least say hello... it would be the polite thing to do, after all. "Hi... um, Sweetophelia." The boy said shyly, walking over to the leader.


    /ehh rushed post


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    tags ✦ updated 2/25