Posts by KARMA

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"Obviously," Karma would yawn, rolling his eyes, appearing from some vegetation. He'd been listening to the exchange of words and decided to step in to add his input. Did this guy have like, no sense of smell? It was easy for anyone to tell when crossing into territory because of the scent markers, and The Exiles had the additional skeletons and skulls and such, another warning. Making it clear that a group did inhabit this desolate land. Despite being a little suspicious, Karma was a little charmed by the stranger, pleasingly deep voice causing him to relax. It was strange to hear such a deep voice from a small fox, but it was nice. "Ramon, Ramon," The lynx would try the name on his tongue, wondering if he'd pronounced it correctly. "This is The Exile's territory, this is our border. You either move along, or you join, simple as." Karma had no time to be wasting making small talk with a stranger, so he got straight to the point.

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"Welcome then, Rarnon" Karma would reply, voice tinged with a little sarcasm, so he wasn't being impolite. Sassy and uptight? Possibly, but he was more uptight when it came to official business, like right now. More cutting than sassy in his opinion, he just didn't like wasting time on bullshit, really. He didn't like the way the other dude was speaking to him, as nobody ever really debated with him about their border. "I hope you like it here, man," The lynx would carry on, his voice sincere. He tried not to judge people on their first impression, well, as much as he could anyway. "I'm Karma, head of medicine. Would you like me to show you to the camp?"

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// it's fine !! please don't feel bad <3

i'm glad you're feeling better and recovering !

Karma was currently in the body of an iberian lynx, with that came a thick winter coat so he didn't mind lying down on the frozen earth. He could see that Shu's jaguar body was more designed for hotter, more tropical climates so he could understand why the other wasn't so keen to sprawl out next to him. Karma didn't think the other's question was dumb, he was more amused by it. There was a mindset in The Exiles to not really give a shit about anything, which could be a little hard for others to understand. After all, the pair didn't know each other all too well. Since the medic was rather relaxed and happy in the company that they shared, his teasing nature came out. His replies were cheeky, and a mischievous lop-sided grin remained on his maw. He'd gotten over the initial shyness he felt when meeting someone new, who he liked, and now decided it was his goal to make the other flush as much as possible, without scaring him off. It was endearing when the other seemed to blush, and he had to admit, a little cute.

"That's my middle name," Karma replied, tone equally as playful. He was glad of their playful take on conversation, really he was, it made him not feel like an idiot for acting so childish. At the answer to his question, the male immediately sat up a little, mischievous glint to his eyes, creepy smile getting larger. It would be pretty impossible not to tell that he was excited at Shu's answer, as he attempted to catch the others eye, neck craning up as he was quite small in comparison to the big-cat. "Excellent, it's a date then," Karma replied, tail flicking excitedly. Did he just say a date? He didn't know why it mattered so much why he said it was a date, it was just a saying after all. Momentarily stuck in thought, he added afterwards, "I'll bring the booze, I can see you with some raspberry vodka or some shit." To he honest, the two of them, plus alcohol seemed like a recipe for imminent disaster. The two had hit it off together so quickly, and alcohol to make the both of them even more braver. Karma couldn't wait. He'd never found an appeal in drinking so much that he passed out, but enough to sedate him stupid.

At the next question he replied quickly, after humming in amusement, "Everyday I feel like slitting someones throat." He was joking, of course Karma wasn't a fan of committing acts of violence. Also, it wasn't that he didn't love his roguemates, they were all close as family, but all of them were fucking assholes. Being cooped up with them in a prison all day could be torture at times, enough to make anyone get seriously annoyed. "Somedays I feel like setting the entire prison on fire." He paused, chuckling, "But seriously, they get on my nerves. Not that I'd every actually kill anyone, but I think about it." Even if someone pissed him off that he would be willing to kill them, he was loyal to The Exiles, and that was an act of terror on his own group. He then realised it was his turn to ask another question, and he hummed in thought. "Never have I ever wanted to change something about myself?" Karma asked, voice dipping a little deeper, as this was a more thoughtful question. The two before had been stupid, for fun, but with this one maybe he'd be able to find out something different.

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Yes, Karma was a lynx and he was always very aware of having un-proportionally large paws and long limbs to match with it. Though he wasn't complaining as they made him all the more graceful, he could scale trees like a freaking ninja and jump two metres in the air from standstill. The male grunted at the dead weight was lifted onto his jaw, and he used the strength from his hind-end to pull the other upwards and keep his balance. When the other announced his name, it was only a mumble and Karma had to strain his tufted ears to even hear. It came as a surprise to him, the softness of the other's voice, as he imagined a pinscher to have a deep and intimidating voice. Mal...boro? Hadn't he seen that name on a packet of fags before? Not that the medic smoked, but he was pretty sure that had something to do with smoking.

"Mal...Boro," Karma said, imitating the way the other had tried his name out. Oh, he was a knight in shining armour now? The medic almost blushed, thinking back to his time with Shu when the guy had started calling him prince charming, much against his wishes. "Karma is my name, but you can call me Sir Karma," He replied, tone slightly flirty, and he winked for good measure. His flirting wasn't serious, of course, more in a friendly banterous way. Hopefully the guy didn't take it as flirting, as he had his eyes on someone else.

Karma blanked out a little when others arrived, talking about sweaters or some shit. He wasn't interested enough to start talking about Gucci or whatever, and snorted when Malboro said it was part of his religion. Oh, yes, religion was a thing. When he heard the guy was crashing at their prison, his neutral expression turned into a small welcoming smile. "Welcome to The Exiles, then!" Karma said, tone more cheerful this time. "Use your hind legs to push yourself up, don't drag yourself up using your front legs." That was as much help he could give, as he wasn't about to offer the guy a piggy back or anything. "After you get up, someone will show your to the prison."

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// shu's siggy sTOP he's too cute

Outings? Karma didn't know if he could call them outings, as they weren't really travelling anywhere, or exploring anywhere. More like exploring each other, and this new (little unusual) friendship. He guessed he'd call them meet ups, between the two, as they had to meet, it wasn't like they could actually hang out together. No way was Shu gonna come back with him to The Exiles or vice versa, so they had to meet. It was more effort, but Karma was sure that was why it was so special. A friendship which required effort just made their friendship stronger, right? He laughed at Shu's reply, wiggling his brow and nodding slightly. He was right after all, the veiler was rather handsome, and the lynx not-so subtly checked out the other's gleaming white coat and admired his height. Odd coloured eyes trailing back up to the others face, he'd notice the dusk reacher's bright eyes. Made him feel a little inadequate, his coat was a dull grey and lacking in health, it was a little dirty. Short in height, with his eyes oddly coloured, one blue and one brown, and he had the freakiest smile, overall making the lynx look like a creepy little creature from hell. It was evident he took less pride in himself and his appearance than Shu, but whatever, it set them apart. As for amazing, he was surely positively charmed by the other, and he didn't reply, as he knew it was true.

The lynx would sit there quietly as Shu talked about his sibling, which was unusual as he normally hummed out a 'yes' or nodded his head. His eyes shone with pain, and he looked away, staring at the frozen ground beneath him. Sibling troubles was of course a touchy subject for him, no other topic could immediately cause such a painful reaction. "Fuck..." Karma would begin after the other had finished sharing, looking quickly back up at him. "... I understand, as long as he forgives you, that's fine." He was a demon too, but a weak one, very weak. It caused his bodies to die quicker, and sometime caused him pain. He could relate to saying stupid shit when he was younger, and when he said he understood, he really did. Though he knew he didn't have to, he thought he'd share why his reaction was so strong. Even though it was a touchy subject, he knew he could trust Shu not to poke fun at it. Besides, he liked to talk about his sister, he wanted to keep her memory alive. "I used to have a sister, we were twins. She was called Athena, and she was so beautiful," His voice was tight, wavering a little with emotion. "The Disharmony twins, we were close as fuck, we had world domination plans and everything. " he paused, "Though... We fought a lot. I said some shit I really regret. And now she'd dead and not coming back so... make sure your brother knows your'e sorry okay? Don't wanna be living with that guilt for the rest of your life, eh?" He finished with a dry laugh, as he knew he'd feel guilty as fuck for the rest of eternity.

The question that the other posed to him, he tried to think of something else, but the only example he could think of was with his sister and shit. "Yes, I have," Karma nodded, demeanour going all serious again. "I left The Exiles when shit got tough, towards the end of Duchess's reign. It was too much for me, I left my sister when our dad died and our home burned to the ground. I wanted nothing to do with it, so it was very intent." And there, there was the guilt. In mild shame the medic dropped his head in defeat, dipping his nose into the frost, wanting to hide. It said something about him, his childish selfishness, expect someone else to do shit for you, and abandon your loved ones when shit got tough. However, he was over it now, his loyalty with The Exiles had been restored. Shaking himself off, he'd sober up, the smile returning to his face. Uh, his turn for a question. He had a couple of questions, but settled on one which questioned character rather than deep past shit. "Never have I ever wanted to lead a clan, or group or whatever," Karma asked, tail flicking in casual interest. It could tell him something about Shu's ambitions, self-confidence or whatever.

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Diversity, they had here. It was a melting-pot society of all the fucking creatures the world had to offer. Karma wasn't o-so unique himself, but he lived to meet all the unusual creatures that called The Exiles their home. His personal favourite was the slug, the banana slug, as nobody could beat a giant slug. There were lots of joiners and such at the moment, so Karma spent lots of his free time hopping along the border, making sure nobody was trespassing, and hoping to meet some new peeps. Hopefully they'd all stick around, as seeing all the new beautiful additions to their ranks just made him feel kinda happy.

Following along behind Mads, the lynx could be seen with his blue backpack slung over his shoulders. He could scent a stranger, but couldn't see their face as Mads was blocking the view. Fucking dinosuars. Moving around to stand beside his mentor, Abathur, he'd eye the female with suspicion at first. What was her problem with speaking? Eyes narrowing, he'd realise that he was judging too much on first impressions, as usual. Straightening himself up, he'd smile before greeting the girl, "Commonworld..." Hmm, he wondered what that name meant. "Welcome to The Exiles, then! I'm Karma, I do medicine and shit. Give me a shout if you need a hand with anything, yeah?"

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Karma was beginning to become concerned. Constant thoughts of inadequacy troubled him, that he wasn't doing a good enough job. Two of his roguemates had died while he was head of fucking medicine, and that just wasn't acceptable to him. People might try to argue with him, saying that some things were out of his control. He'd instantly disagree, as he knew, there was always a way to save someone. Even if someone's heart stopped beating, even if someone had technically died, there was still a way to revive them. It wasn't that he blamed himself, but he did carry some of the regret on his shoulders. Looking back, there was always something more he could've done. He didn't try to dwell on the topic too much, as thinking about it wouldn't bring around shit. He was never the one to ponder on something for too long, more of a do-er than a thinker. In his opinion, one of the minor flaws of The Exiles was that they could sometimes talk big, but not do shit. Karma wanted to do something worthwhile with his time today, rather than hanging around the prison doing fuck all.

"Exilers, gather in the hospital wing for a first aid training session," Karma would say into the intercom system, his first time using it, sadly, it wasn't as fun as he had imagined. Anyone in the prison could here that Karma was not in the best of moods, from his tone of voice, he sounded pretty pissed off. "Drag your lazy asses down here, now please." He didn't want to have to call the session 'mandatory', as what the fuck was even mandatory in The Exiles anyway, but he hoped a decent amount of people would turn up. After all, it was only going to benefit their roguemates and make their group stronger, nobody would oppose to that. Besides, the warden was probably going to attend, as he knew the guy had experience in the medicine field, and might be looking out for others to join Karma as head of medicine. It was enough to drag some of his lazy roguemates to turn up, well, at least he hoped.

The lynx would be waiting in his smaller lab, blinds open for once, letting streams of light in through the dusty windows. He'd prepared for the session this morning, arranging different medical supplies on the surgical table in the middle of the room. He was planning to run through the basics today, some people would be new to first aid, others it would be a refresh to their memory. However, this was going to be emergency first aid, hopefully helping a casualty greatly before a medic could get to them. He didn't want to focus on herbs, as when coming across an injured roguemate, there might not always be the right herbs at hand, and who the fuck even carried around herbs with them anyway. Even Karma wasn't that much of a nerd to be carrying around fucking dried leaves around in his backpack. Sighing with impatience, the lynx's body tensed, he'd wait for the first few people to arrive before he'd start. "We're going to start with severe bleeding," He would announce, deciding it was an appropriate topic. Most likely this was the type of emergency an Exiler was likely to come across, seeing as everyone was always getting into fights, or doing stupid shit and getting themselves injured. Not that he could relate. "Pay attention, I don't wanna repeat myself."

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Another whole year passed, Karma was thankful 2017 was now over. And what a year it had been for him, leaving home only return to a place which he could call home and friends to considered to be family. The past few months in The Exiles had been some of the best in his life, and he was sure he'd remember them fondly. There had been ups and downs, his dad dying and then coming back to life, finding his sister again and then have her die in his arms, have his home burnt to the ground but returning to a new friendly prison. He'd met all his friends here, and Shu, met so many new people. He was only thankful that 2017 was over because 2018 he knew would be even better. The future was looking bright for The Exiles, so he was excited to see what changes would be brought this year.

Karma was so delighted that someone had decided to throw a party, as he was left thinking that he'd be drinking alone on New Year's eve. As he walked into the cafeteria to find someone to maybe have fun with, he stood there in shock for a second, as he hadn't expected that. A wide grin was hung on his maw, his tail twitching in excitement. Fuck yes, there was a party after all. The lynx immediately trotted over to the party hats with '2018' on them and secured it around his head, so it hung awkwardly between his ears. He didn't touch the drink just yet, as he didn't want to pass out before midnight. Not that he was a lightweight or anything. He would stick to cola for now. "Abathur, dance with me!" Karma called, running towards the spider and giggling manically, trying to bowl into the others legs in a playful manner, afterwards darting out the way.

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Karma smiled as a sufficient amount of his roguemates had gathered in his lab. First nodding politely to the two new faces he'd seen around, then Abathur who was senior to him, super pleased that he was here for support, and then Koday. Karma would agree that Mads and Abathur were geniuses, excelling in the likes of science, mathematics and discovery. He, however, was not. Everyone in The Exiles had some sort of skill, whether that be excellent combat skills like Assassin, or great social skills like Koday, or whatever, Karma was just good at memory. Anyone who could host a raid had his ultimate respect as, hey, you had to have some balls to charge in and attack an unfamiliar place. He was no genius, his medical skills were still improving, and his knowledge had only come from hours of study. Karma wasn't a medic because he was good at memorising, just because he liked to help others. More the constructive than the destructive type, really.

"Thanks Abathur, that'd be great," The lynx replied, almost going to make a joke with the spider, but decided it wasn't the time. It was useful to have the commander here as backup, it also gave him more confidence in teaching the small group knowing that Abathur was behind him ready to step in if he fucked something up. Deciding there was enough people to begin, he'd sift through his memory to remind himself of everything to do in the emergency of bleeding. Taking a deep breath, his voice would start to fill the silence, "Watching a roguemate bleed out can be distressing, I know, but the first thing to do is stay calm." After all, the patients body could be going into shock, they didn't need even more of a scare. "Next? Apply pressure to the wound, lots of it, that's the only thing which is gonna stop them from bleeding out to death in front of you, right?" he paused, holding up a piece of material, "Clothing and such can be useful to help stop the bleeding. Any questions so far...?" He'd wait and ask, before moving on.

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The first fucking wedding Karma was going to attend was finally going to happen, and he was ecstatic. Ecstatic for the happy couple, of course, but also his first time seeing true love. The Exiles was probably one of the shittiest places to go looking for love and romance, and this was what probably made this day so, so special. It was his dream one day to get married to a very handsome guy who he just loved, he'd love everything about them, they'd love each other so much, they'd have loads of children and live a happy life. This all seemed the stuff of dreams, sadly, but he was still hoping he'd meet a guy who'd change that into reality. See, Karma was a pretty hopeless romantic. When he wasn't fussing over medicine or fucking around he was day dreaming about love and some prince who was gonna come and save him.

When the morning of the day came, he'd look out a window of the prison to admire the decoration and effort that Rosalie had put into the whole event. It was just so perfect, the gold colours, the flowers, the snow. The scene looked so picturesque, like it'd been cut out of a bride's magazine. Closing the window shut again, he took a little time to look over his appearance again in the faint reflection the glass offered. The young male had actually groomed himself for once, his hair was usually a mess, dyed-blonde colour grey with grease and so dirty, had finally been washed and re-dyed and was glowing happily in the sunshine. Usual casual attire was replaced with a mismatched suit, as he didn't even own a tux, but hopefully it would do. His shirt wasn't ironed correctly, his blazer was an odd blue colour with large gold and red flowers and his trousers had juice stains on them, and over all he was looking a little eccentric. Hopefully he’d be forgiven as he’d at least put in an effort, his appearance was quite different from his usual. Turning away he’d make his way down the stairs into the front entrance were he instantly spotted Rosalie, eyes drawn to the stunning whiteness of her dress.

”Oh my darling you are beautiful,” Karma would gasp, hurrying over to look at the bride, moving around her slowly to admire the dress from all angles. When he said that he really wasn’t lying, her sheer beauty almost took his breath away. ”This is too perfect, I’m gonna cry.” Kar made his way to stand beside Natasha, putting one hand on her shoulder in greeting and using the other to joking pretend to wipe tears from his eyes. He was just so excited for today, and so honoured to be carrying the rings. The wedding day had finally come.

// ugh i had to rewrite this i kept getting errors

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