Posts by JOHNNY J.

It was... weird... having a bird as a clanmate, considering his history in the Flights. Johnny'd had his own avian companion there, though their friendship had been short-lived, if you could call it friendship in the first place. But, that being said, he didn't mind Umbral much at all. She was a little headstrong, but so was he, so he didn't feel like there was really room to criticize her there. And, she was carrying something awfully shiny. Maybe he should be the raven instead- his attention was captured wholly.

The man flocks to the scene after Evangeline, blue eyes trained on the pearlescent stone. It shimmered under the sun's rays, and he wondered if he should start entertaining the idea of an ear piercing or something. He's never been too infatuated with jewelry or gold except for the stuff he'd gotten in his trophies, but Gyro's stupid, stupid grills had sparked something in him and only now was he realizing it. An ear piercing... it could just be a stud or something, he reasoned, but it was definitely an appealing idea. The savannah eyes the stone as others chat about it. "How'd ya even fuckin' see that 'n th' sand?" he asks Umbral, realizing that a shimmering stone wouldn't stand out much against the shifting earth their desert was made up of. "Sounds like findin' a needle 'n a haystack, er some shit."

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Johnny hadn’t picked a good fight in a while, largely thanks to the fact that walking and running and fighting was hard for him. While none of those things were impossible for him, he was always an easy target on a battlefield, and that was largely the reason he avoided participation in any raids. His combative spirit had calmed down as he’d matured, but not so much so that he considered himself a pacifist by any means. The man was simply rendered as such for things beyond his control.

The savannah drags himself towards Arya’s rallying cry, ears twitching with muted delight at the idea of a raid. Maybe he could go and play field medic? Now that positions were out the window, he doubts anyone would mind if he lent a paw on that front, but it’s still risky. He stills himself near Glitterglitch, who he recognized from his previous few bouts of living here, ears twitching. Maybe, though, he could just leave it all to the actual medics and just be another paw where they needed him.

“Have fun kickin’ ass, y’all,” he chirps at the departing members, blue eyes alight with humor. This was the most normal thing that had happened in weeks, it felt like. He was grateful for it.

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Johnny had been avoiding Ver Jr. as much as he could, if he was honest, but it was only because of her namesake. The woman that she was named after (and the woman Johnny assumed to be her mother) was also the one who had tossed him in the Nile with little regard for whether or not he lived. But Ver Jr. was just a kid, right? She didn't want to kill him. So, reluctantly, he trailed after her and Jace, drawn by the scent of a stranger and the sound of singing.

When he arrives, his eyes flick over the form, ears twitching. She seemed a little weird, but they already had a resident Weirdo, and that was Henri. Johnny's head tilts as she keeps on singing, and as Jace speaks sternly to her. It was just sort of... eerie, but he didn't want to admit it. Ver didn't seem bothered. 'f course she wouldn't, he thinks. She's named after 'er mom. He sits, quiet, since the stranger had enough to deal with already, but he figures he can at least introduce himself.

"'M Johnny," he tells the stranger, ears twitching.

Johnny suppressed a light shiver as Henri came to stand by him. The feline seemed... nice, truly. The idea that he was a former Exiles leader still rubbed him a bit wrong, as well as the weird prophetic air he held to him, or the cryptic way he sometimes spoke, but... he wasn't evil, was he? He didn't feel very evil, standing next to Johnny. He decides to brave the waters of his discomfort: "Howdy, Henri," he greets, and then his attention is dragged away.

Bellona made the first move, but a distraction happened too quickly for him to continue watching. Ver's name rang in his ears, and he nearly jumped out of his skin for it; what kid had seen Ver throw him into the river? Was that what this was about? But he turns his attention quickly to the girl, and his heart settles. Oh, this was just... a kid. She was just introducing herself. Johnny forces a smile to his lips, wondering if she was a Ver Junior or... otherwise. But the Ver he knew wouldn't be so friendly with him, not unless she'd died and come back to life without any of her memories. She wasn't dead though, was she? He realizes there's a lot of things he isn't sure of.

"'M Johnny," he introduces, successfully convincing himself that this was a daughter or a niece or a granddaughter, and not Ver herself. "Nice t' meet ya, Ver. Do y' like watchin' spars, n' stuff?"

:hand: i want johnny and arya to be friends.............. pls..............

also lola is so sweet i could see them being friends too!!!

& charlie ik we talked about ace and johnny building a cat wheelchair..... :flushed:

He wasn't sure how he felt about this task. He supposes he's appreciative- Henri seems less than lucid, but at least he gave Johnny a task he could actually do, unlike what Ver had done in the past. Host a race. What a bitch. He still thinks about it sometimes, still feels that inexplicable anger rise up and then fade away just as quickly. If she hadn't given him that task, he would've never had that single tender moment with Gyro, but he almost hates her more for letting him have it at all. Thankfully this is easier, both physically and emotionally. The only thing he's missing is a story.

He has plenty of grand adventures to choose from in his own life; there were his racing days, the days before that, his injury, his life afterwards, his life in the Ruins through the years- there was much to talk about, but he couldn't pick anything he particularly wanted to share. There was his first joining he supposed he could mention, as the two following it had been notably less... eventful, but that story was incredibly embarrassing. Not even on his part! But what else was there to share? Miserable daydrinking? Spilling his guts to an apprentice that had no obligation to listen? Getting jealous over his friend's blossoming relationship? Building a shitty altar to a god that would probably smite him for it? He paws at the sand-dusted earth in the pyramid he sat in, frustration flowing to his cheeks.

Finally, a story springs to mind, though, and he sighs gently. When all else failed, he figured he could just tell the various stories of he and Gyro's heydays here. It would be more fun to tell than any other story, he figured, since he'd spent most of his life being an asshole or moping about the consequences.

"Oi! Gather 'round fer some storytellin', kiddos!" the savannah calls from inside the pyramid, hoping that anyone might come and listen.

Johnny believed he was pretty set on the whole survival thing. He'd spent much of his life post-racing as a traveler, finding ways to survive in a myriad of different environments. While he'd been housed in clans in some places, comfortably living, there were also many times where it had just been him against nature, or him and Gyro against nature. Gyro would hunt and find food, and Johnny would tend to fires and sleeping arrangements, and then they'd come together at the end of the night to bicker with each other and laugh with each other, all the way until they hadn't. The absence still stings.

But that knowledge didn't stop him from meandering over, ears twitching as Naomi's telepathic voice rang in his head. He hated when people did that, but... whatever. It wasn't like she was still doing it. His legs drag through the sand until he stills near Ace, his feelings aligning with that of the kitsune's. He didn't really want to just be re-educated on stuff he already knew, but if it would come in handy what with the whole Red God (who he had believed in all long, and he'd silently gloat about it forever) flipping the Ruins on its head, he figured he should at least listen to whatever Naomi had to say.

Johnny didn't have much worth outside of healing, he felt. It was the only thing he could do to keep up with his duties anymore, since he wasn't much use on a battlefield. The anxiousness that he felt to get into the position was pressing. If he couldn't heal, what would he do? He could always do border patrols, or build altars within the territory, or fuckin' babysit, but... he didn't want to be stuck with that. But then, did the Red God really give a shit about that? He doubted it.

The paralyzed ex-medic was drawn by the scent of blood and the rumbling of the deity. He watched as Petra danced between animals before settling with Jace and Ver Jr. on the bear, as Elian and Alcadekeeper tended to the fox, and as Henri began getting to work on the eagle. He'd gotten here too late to show any of his skills. Overtaking any of the others' patients would just be... rude, right? And that was what the Red God wanted them all to work on. His blue gaze narrowed as Carnivorouscarnival started to bend over the already-healed panther, though, and he couldn't help but call out, "Oi! Petra already took care o' that one." It was bad to wash the wounds when they were just starting to clot.

Henri's call alerts him, though, and Johnny pricks his ears, and reaches into the small, tattered bag he usually kept with him. It was too much of a hassle for his slow ass to go back-and-forth between too many places, so he just tried to carry everything he thought he might need at any given time- thankfully, herbs were in that mix, and, more thankfully, he also knew of some that could help an infection. He hurries over with bandages and Tawari bark and shapumvilla he's kept from his time spent in the Flights (though he hasn't been back there since he's rejoined the desert-dwelling clan). "I hope that blade was clean," he mumbles, but he's already planning on making a poultice out of the herbs he has at the ready. He shoves them both in his mouth and gnaws until they're a thick green poultice, then slathers it on the eagle's wound and assists Henri in finishing the bandages. The bark and the shapumvilla poultice would both help with the infection and stemming the bleeding. He takes a breath. "Nice cut, though." He wasn't sure he would have thought to amputate the wing entirely, especially not when he himself had essentially had his limbs stolen from him. But it was good, quick thinking, even if he doubts the eagle will ever fly again. Tough shit. I'll never walk again, either, not with the Red God bein' alive. He silently hopes Henri wouldn't murder him in his sleep for throwing the herbs into the mix instead of just obediently wrapping the amputated wing in bandages as he'd asked, but Johnny figured he had to get his own talent in there somehow, even if it meant stealing the show a bit.

Johnny had believed in the Red God for a long, long time. He'd joined the group back when Stone had lead looking for the God's corpse- he still wasn't sure how he felt seeing the deity in the flesh, with a real, tangible form to him. Did he even have a corpse? Had his and Gyro's maps all been wrong? Maybe that was why they'd never found it. But if the corpse didn't exist, then the cure for his paralysis didn't exist, either. He supposed he should have seen it coming. Of course there wasn't a cure for it. The only cure was death- but that wasn't a route he really wanted to take.

The feline obviously wouldn't be much help in the way of physical labor, so he left it to Henri and Jace, listening to them chat with Petra and among themselves, and settled himself near Cherrywine. He's seen the girl a few times before, both when Nadine and Jace had ruled alongside each other, and now. "'F ya want help gatherin' decorations er anythin', I can help ya," he offers quietly to her. Maybe she would accept, since she saw him build that altar that one time, but if she didn't then... whatever. He'd just help on his own. He glanced at Elian, wondering how the wolf was handling things. He remembered the guy to refute most of the religious mumbo-jumbo that the Ruins put on, and seeing his sullen demeanor quirked a brow. Maybe they could... catch up, or something, later. Not that they were ever great friends, but he was a familiar face, wasn't he? And if the Red God wanted them all to get alone, there was no time like the present.

He's amassed quite the damn crowd, hasn't he? A lump forms in his throat, determined to keep him from speaking, but he swallows it. This was stupid. He'd never been afraid of public speaking, and he sure as hell wouldn't start now. The only thing he was nervous about was that he didn't actually have a good story to tell, but... well, maybe he'd just make sure nobody expected a good one in the first place. His gaze skips over them all. Elian is met with a friendly nod, Ace's aversion of his gaze strikes Johnny as strange but not unpleasant, the Red God was here and that made him nervous, Lola smiled at him and he smiled back, Arya is also met with a friendly nod, and then there's the three actual kids, two older than the other, the youngest one threatening him. I could stomp you. "Yeah, ya probably could," he agrees. "But, uh, I'd rather ya didn't, 'f that's a'right." He's used to it, really; he's spent almost his whole life trading snips and snaps with peers and enemies alike. Did he still make a bit of a weird face at the idea that those were the first words Bloodpoppy had ever said to him? Yes. Yes, he did.

Cherrywine also spoke towards him, and he turns to her, blinking. She was definitely familiar, but now that she pointed it out.... "Oh, yeah, I r'member," he meows, perking up slightly. "Nice t' see ya again, Cherry." This was... one of Ver's kids, right? And Nadine's (or, Noodle's, as he would have called her)? He wondered where the two of them had gone- words of Nadine's or Ver's death had not reached him yet, so he assumed they'd just... eloped. Not that they'd really needed to. Maybe Noodle had just stepped down and left to go be with Ver. Wherever they were now, though, it didn't matter much to him. He was just glad Ver was out of his hair, and he's sure the feeling was mutual, wherever she was.

"Uh.... Anyway," he coughs, knowing he ought to start the storytelling now, but still not entirely prepared. "Don't 'xpect anythin' grand er whatever, 'cuz that's not what this is, yeah? I ain't gonna lie, 'm wingin' this. But, uh... storytime!" It was the shittiest start to what would probably be an equally shitty story, but he took a breath, gearing up to tell them something- anything.

"Uh, fuck, I dunno. Let's get back t' the old days, huh? I joined this desert with m' friend, Gyro, 'n lemme tell ya- 'n those days, he n' I were fuckin' wily. Wily as Hell." He nods affirmatively, punctuating his words, using one of his forepaws to draw the rest of himself in close. His blue gaze darted above the heads of those in his audience, close enough to make it feel like eye contact, but far enough to not actually be such. Eye contact was hard when he was flying by the seat of his pants. "He 'n I used t' be the terror o' the Ruins, if I do say so my-self." A smug grin dances across his lips. "Oh! One day, Abbi was hostin' a water balloon fight, n' Gyro put me on his shoulders n' had me chuck water balloons at Noodle- er, Nadine, sorry -n' Ver 'till they gave up." They never gave up, but this audience didn't know that- Abbi wasn't in the crowd, and neither was Anabella or Jace or Nadine or Ver. This was a younger generation- maybe not by age, but by their joining dates. Though, he's technically pretty new, too- he's missed a lot. The feeling of the clan was different now. "I pelted 'em n' pelted 'em, but then Ver put Nadine on her shoulders, n' they started hittin' us back, n' I almost fell off. Plus Gyro fuckin' sucked at dodgin' anything." Thinking back on it, maybe the wolf had wanted Johnny to get soaked by the balloons. He wouldn't put it past him. A smile creeps onto his lips. He seems to realize that story didn't quite illustrate how "wily" the pair were, though, and he pauses to find another one in his memory bank, leaving enough time for anyone to comment on the current story while he filed through his mind.

Johnny wasn't, like, against murder or torture or anything. It was a part of the Ruins, it was a part of many of the people that lived in the Ruins, but it wasn't really a part of... him. Not that he was entirely capable of it, anyway, unless maybe his opponent also happened to be paralyzed, or asleep, or something. But it had just never attracted him like it seemed to attract others. The only time he'd killed anything was when he managed to hunt prey or when he was making sacrifices to the Red God. Maybe he'd fantasized about killing other people, like Ver following her attack on him, or that weird fucking Exiler that had captured him that one time, but he'd never gone through with it. It just wasn't realistic.

He approaches the scene, blue eyes squinted just slightly as he takes in the sights and the sounds of the conversation, lips stringing tight between his cheeks. Save the eyes for Henri? What was that guy's deal? And why was this guy picking apart the corpse when it was already dead? Bellona mentioned something about looking for gold and same-looking insides, but it didn't help to give much context to the situation. He stood near Ace, similarly confused and very glad that the kitsune was no longer coughing terribly. Finally Zach offers up some answers and the small savannah cat tunes in, ears twitching curiously.

Telling the future with a corpse? I dunno if I believe he's sane. "I wanna know my future," he decides. Might as well give it a shot- he had nothing to lose, really. What, would Zach tell him that his paralysis was gonna be healed, or some shit? Would he give a very vague description of "good things are coming"? Maybe he'd tell Johnny that some bad shit was brewing on his own personal horizon- but wouldn't that be rich? He's lost everything already. The worst thing that could happen would be his death. Fuckin' whatever. "Take a shot when yer ready, baby." The man gives a casual yawn, nose still slightly wrinkled against the intense smell of fresh blood.

/ if u want any info for zach to use and have his prediction come true feel free to dm me!!!! :- )

His satisfaction couldn't last.

In the middle of his respite he glanced back at the eagle and noticed its weakening breath. "Oh, fuck off!" he growls, rooting around in his bag some more only to find... pretty much nothing of use. His mind blanks as he reaches for more ways to stem bleeding; sure, he threw the poultice on the wound that would help it, but the only other things he can think of are more bandages or a tourniquet, and he wasn't exactly sure if the bird's brittle bones would be okay with that kind of pressure. Maybe... sewing? Not sewing, that wasn't the term for it, but he knew what he meant. But he doesn't think he has any needles, or any string. At least this would help him make a mental grocery list for things he ought to carry around more.

"Henri, y' don't happen t' have any, uh... suturin' shit on ya?" he asks the albino tom flatly. He hopes for both of their sakes that he does. Johnny had never done well in his suturing lessons, since he'd always needed one paw to support himself, and stitches were a two-paw job. But, if that failed, maybe they could just make a tourniquet instead and hope the eagle didn't die.

Damn, he felt like he couldn't turn anywhere without thinking about piercings lately. First Umbral had brought that stupid shiny stone back to camp and make him think about how nice it would look as a stud, or something, and then Arya had gotten her nose surprise-pierced, and now Ver Jr. was getting her nose pierced but willingly, and... well, he'd come to the conclusion that he, too, wanted a piercing. Maybe not on his nose, since that sounded like it would hurt, but maybe... on his ear, or something? He's pretty sure that Gyro might've had an ear piercing to match the stupid golden grills he wore, but he could be wrong, too. He's pretty sure that only Jace would remember the wolf at this point, but he doesn't feel like putting in the effort to check.

"What kinda ring're ya puttin' on yer nose, Ver?" he asks the girl, trying to make an effort to be friendly despite the namesake still putting him off just a touch. This kid was way different than the Ver he was familiar with, though. She was kind and bubbly and... kiddish, which was something he could deal with. Bloodpoppy, on the other hand, was none of those things, but she was a kid, too, and he figured that she would appreciate his not bothering her when she was presumably considering Ver's offer. He didn't really feel like being stomped on by a four-foot-tall cat demon. He settles himself near Elian, wondering if he has any herbs to prevent infection in his small bag when Jace mentions the concern. He probably did, if they needed them, but he doesn't want to overstep his bounds.

He pushes a small but grave smile to his lips as Henri encourages him. It was a good thing that they were making a nice team, especially when Henri could think of things that Johnny had never even started to imagine. Cauterization... he supposed it made sense that he wouldn't have thought of it, since he didn't have any elemental powers himself, but for a fire-user like the male next to him, it wouldn't be hard, right? He watches Henri cauterize the wound without much trouble.

"Good job," he praises as he gets out another helping of bark and herbs, the same ones he'd used before to dress the wound when it was still bleeding profusely in an attempt to stem it. This time, though, he slathers aloe on the burn before smearing on the rest of the poultice. That was the last of those... maybe I'll make a trip out to the Flights to get some more, after this. "That's that fer dressin'," he announces, spitting a remnant of the leaves out behind him, away from the eagle. The creature is still in very obvious pain, but it didn't look like the wound was bleeding anymore, or if it was, it certainly wasn't as profuse as it had been. That was a good sign. But, knowing whether or not the creature was stable was a different story. Johnny rested a paw lightly over the bird's chest, trying to determine its heartrate, except... he couldn't tell very well. Fuck Scarlet for not finishing our training, he thinks bitterly, and turns to Henri. "I'll go get somethin' t' stitch 'im up with, n' I'll leave you t' stabilize 'im," he tells the other, and then hurries as fast as he can to go get a needle and thread. There's bound to be some in the physicians' pyramid, and he knows exactly where it is- it's just a matter of getting there in time.

Johnny didn't really like sacrifices. He's sure the Red God liked them, because the Red God seemed to like anything that was death and violence and bloodshed, and... he could respect that. He accepted it tall as part of his clan's culture, but he'd never been too partial to it, and he didn't see him ever growing to be too partial to it, really. Not that he could anyway. Most enemies he could find ran away from him before he could catch up.

Another thing he didn't really like was how suddenly everyone and their mother was suddenly going fanatical over the Red God. Hadn't they believed He existed before He appeared? He supposed he could understand a weird change of heart from the more agnostic of the group; they weren't a rare breed, but now that the God had appeared before them, maybe it was enough to send them over the edge. But... well, maybe he was just insecure, but the sudden spike in sacrifices and altar-building and praying and preaching made him worry. Had his steady year of worship, small but constant, not been enough? Should he be having some sort of mind-breaking moment now that the deity Himself had appeared before them all? He just... wasn't that into it. Maybe it was a disappointment that he could never heal himself at this point, since there was no corpse to find, or maybe it was because Gyro couldn't stand by him to see their faith confirmed. He still wanted to worship the Red God properly, but sacrifice had never been his style, and he didn't really feel like having a mental breakdown to make it his style. He'd stick with altars and bones of the already-dead.

He approaches with muted interest, drawn by Ace's weird prophetic speak, something he'd seemed to have picked up since Johnny's last living here. He has no idea that the corpse on the stake is a former family member to Cherrywine or Arya, and the corpse is beyond mutilated to determine the age of the body. Still, he does know family. His family had been largely... shitty, but he knew a sibling's bond better than fuckin' anyone. Nicholas had been his savior when their father had been too much of a piece of shit to acknowledge Johnny as a son. He recognized that fight for family in the two sisters. But... it wasn't his business. He had to sit back and watch, because the Red God wanted them all to get along, right? He feels tears stinging his eyes as he stills near Totaldarkness, feeling that same strange anxious weight on his shoulders.

More join the fight soon- Evangeline and Jace run to Ace's defense, but the savannah can't help but feel indignant on the girls' behalf. How could they try to stop an attack on the man that had murdered their brother? He bites his lip. He's spoken against Jace before. He wouldn't be afraid to do it again, if it weren't for the watchful eyes of the Red God. He wants to put up a good front for Him. That's what He wanted- unity. He knows that's what Jace and Eva are fighting for, but his heart aligns with the Tormenta-Millions.

"That's family," he whines, defiant against the former King and Third-Tier, unsure of what else to say. He isn't sure that he should say much else. This is what the Red God wants. Sacrifices. But it felt... wrong. He can't tear his eyes away from the girls, wondering if their attacks would land or if they would be successfully intercepted. Thoughts of Nicholas fill his brain like static.

AA SORRY CLARET I JUST SAW THIS!!!! id love a thread tho!!!! if u have any ideas for an interaction lmk :3c i can give u a personality blurb or something if u want!

& phantasmagoria; :hand: MAHO THREAD

also kisses everyone WELCOME

FJDKLSA i went to johnnys tags and realized i never wrote his personality to copy & paste :pensive:

BUT basically hes a pretty emotional dude, and is very predisposed to being sad & angry about many things because of his lengthy history of being sort of screwed over. but also hes really sassy when he wants to be and isnt afraid to be a little rude. hes ESPECIALLY not afraid to speak up about his own opinions, but he has to believe strongly in them first. his interests include horse racing, (peaceful, non-fanatical) worshiping of the red god, and daydrinking p much, but since claret is only 4 months old he wouldnt do that around them!

Johnny hadn't attended Jace and Petra's wedding, despite being vague friends with Jace. He was never one for romance, and seeing it on such grand display made his stomach twist. Was it selfish? Yeah, it was entirely selfish- but dammit, if he hadn't even gotten a chance to date the person he knew he'd loved, then he didn't see why he should torture himself with ideas of what should have been. The more ignorant he stayed on the paths of love and marriage, the better.

That being said, he was pretty sure that raiding for a honeymoon was not super normal, at least in neutral or pro-clan circles. Not that he minded the idea. Though he knew a few people in the Solaris Kingdom (Sangria and Merlot stick out in his mind; he wonders if they've moved there permanently, or if they were even still alive anymore), he supposed raiding them wasn't much of an issue. He wouldn't be attending, anyway, just like he didn't attend any raids where Gyro wasn't present, which was... all of them, now. The only person he trusted to support him properly on a battlefield was probably dead now. It was a shitty situation, and he sometimes wished he could fight again, but... oh well.

"Don't die, you two, n' come find me 'f ya get hurt," he drawls playfully as he lands himself near Arya, drawn by the sight of her burns. He turns quietly to her, brows knitted together with concern. "D'ya want anythin' fer those? Shit looks painful." He wouldn't be upset if she refused him, but his blue eyes search her tired red ones, and he holds back a wince. Jeez. She looked like he had post-swim-in-the-Nile. Not that it had burnt him, but he'd had his fair share of long, sleepless nights following it.

THATD BE SICK AS HELL!!!!! YES PLS

also kisses eva.... i love her shes so sweet!!! maybe she and johnny could do something nice together for someone?