Posts by Whiterussian.

Whiterussian had sympathy for the Medic Trainees - checking every Clan member with the same amount of meticulousness while still trying to be speedy had to be stressful. He watched Isoletta's efficient handling of the rush of BlizzardClanners with a rather impressed expression. "Yes, I'll echo the good lady." mrowed the seal point after a thoughtful pause. "My name is Whiterussian, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you. Take care of my comrades first - I can be patient." being called 'young' amused him, as it appeared that the big cat was in fact younger than him, but he was flattered. Clearly his youthful glow was still shining bright.

/tumbles in belatedly

hi all!
pen i'm sorry to hear you're in pain </3
not fair at all

how is everyone else? i had a totally uneventful day and got to have crackers for dinner, so all in all my monday went terrifically

"Sounds charming. Thank you, sir." gamely Whiterussian pulled The Princess and the Frog closer to him and began to read, going very slowly. Gradually a broad smile spread across his face as he became aware that he still understood many of the letters and words and the various ways they combined. He drifted off into the world of oddly lovable amphibians, moving methodically along each page and taking in the illustrations with great amusement.

"I have a great many questions. What are gyms? Poky-moms? Eevee? Types of creatures? And why did you permit yourself to be taken and used by humans?" Whiterussian had not expected to have questions for Damien, but the more the wolf talked the more befuddled he became. Eventually he'd given up his half-finished raven and settled near Pierce, eyebrows quirking. The questions came readily and he looked very curious, ears pricked in expectation.

yes you should
precious pen

i would also be worried about pre-calc if i were in your situation tbh
but i think you'll do fine <3
surprised you have finals at this time tho
the less studying the better

hey, congrats, alpha!

& the tribe of the eternal sun
or 'totally'
depending on context ;)

Russ had read nonfiction pretty much exclusively when he'd been a member of Westeros, but that had been different: it had been historical accounts of the Clan he called his home, and thus much more interesting. After Pierce's reading session he had developed a taste for fictional stories and, after hustling over at the sight of a chapter book, was disappointed to find that it was about waterfalls. "I can observe waterfalls. I could be standing beneath one within thirty minutes. I believe that is better than any book's account." mused the seal point, leaning in and eyeing the cover. "Good find, though. I can't say there's anything wrong with learning more, no matter the topic."

Whiterussian liked to think that he could defend himself against any attacker long enough to find a way to flee or receive reinforcement, but there was no harm in keeping his capabilities sharp, now was there? "I'll participate. A fine topic for a session, if I may say, miss." mrowed the tom as he arrived, dipping his head to the hostess and the participants and speaking in a tone of well-crafted courtesy. He did not sit but remained on his feet, studying Olive. The fact that a female was hosting this session bemused him, too. Though he supposed he shouldn't be surprised - the first BlizardClanner to greet him had been a pregnant female, after all. It had not taken long for him to learn that this Clan operated differently than his mind, and that he was too old-fashioned for his own good.

having the number of threads you have to reply to displayed in an actual number is really interesting
if you have no muse it makes you want to cry but if you do have muse it's really fun
and it's so satisfying to turn 17 into 0

i like the idea of a back-up kid xD
i think that's what people are trying to get across when they say "he's my only son" or "she's my only daughter"
i.e. "I HAVE NO BACK-UP KID

Whiterussian had not participated in a raid on behalf of BlizzardClan since he'd arrived: he was eager to prove himself. Thrumming with energy, the seal point bounded onto the battlefield and had a look around, noting the fact that two Exilers had arrived. Then he settled on the sidelines, curling his chocolate tail tidily over his paws and setting his sights on Roxanne. He summed up the first wave's worth of energy and then attempted to smash it down upon her mind in an aggressive mental attack, aiming to use emotion manipulation to turn her into the very picture of cowering terror and pain.

that is a side-affect of being everywhere, i think ;3

that's true, that's true
gotta love pen
so practical

some people have more than one child because they like children and want to start a large family
,,,or just for insurance xD

"Perhaps it would be best to check with Sweetophelia first, just in case she has some sort of objection. Though I expect she'll understand - there's little danger in being eager to learn." the tomcat's words were pleasant as he paused before the trio of females, chocolate tail flicking as he considered them. He had come over because he wanted to speak with Aimee and see if he could find the root of her evident unhappiness, but he'd been distracted by the conversation. He offered his Clanmates a dip of his head as his mind roamed. He personally would not deny Novella the chance to start training early, even if he found the girl's eagerness unusual, but he would consider saying 'no' to battle training until she was older.

my family has subscribed to the insurance-child policy
my mother and father grew up with many siblings between them

two sets of twins is rlly interesting!!

pen & alpha - mmm we're in the same boat, kind of
i have a much older [half] sibling
also married
it's funny because it's kind of like...i feel wrong calling myself an "only child" since there is a sibling in the picture but i was raised as an only child
it's true what they say about only children, though, or at least in was in my case
i do not like sharing xD

Whiterussian was not paying attention to the world outside, so he did not take note of anything Roxanne said: the battle waged on in his mind and he railed furiously against the telepathic attack. He could not stop himself from picturing his own corpse and it rattled him for a few moments, metaphorical eyes locked upon the internal image. His heart thundered and that terror of death gripped him by the throat. After a beat he refocused and dismissed the idea, teeth clenching. He again drummed up the energy for a mental attack and now tried to twist Roxanne's emotions in much the same way someone would wring out a cloth. He aimed to bring upon her the powerful desire to cease all offensive actions and lay flat upon the earth.

i'm laughing really hard
pounce
i don't know what your parents were expecting but they were prepared

all of my relatives are mostly confined to the atlantic coast of the us
it makes sense as i've never left the country
tho,,,i think i have a couple in ohio?

frost, that must be really rough
i'm sorry
i hope things work out </3

Mr. Russel White was a new teacher to complement Aleksei's status as a new student. This was only his first week, and things were still unfamiliar. He knew he hadn't been the first choice - he was newly qualified and with a demeanor that was a bit too solemn - but something tragic had happened to the previous holder of this position and he'd been handed it in order to keep things running smoothly and because he had enthusiastically (perhaps a bit aggressively) advocated for himself. He had been relieved to be offered the job: being a substitute had exhausted him and he looked satisfied and in a good mood, flicking through the pages in one of his folders. The list of his homeroom students, notes for his upcoming English class, reminders for paperwork he had yet to complete...he looked up when he heard soft footsteps and was surprised to spot a new student. He consulted his list again and found the new name that accompanied the new face; Aleksei Nevsky. Hmm. He glanced around - the room was mostly empty, save for a long-haired girl in the very back who was scribbling on a piece of paper - and so he strolled over to Aleksei and proffered his hand. "Hi, there. Aleksei Nevsky, right? I'm Mr. White, your homeroom teacher. It's nice to meet you. You're new to this school, right?"