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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]It was a fairly nice day, as far as summer went. It was hot, but not stifling, and the humidity only managed to discomfort her slightly. Of course, that was the day she found a Clanmate's body. Vegaslights shouldered her way through the admittedly small group so she could see the casualty, a frown marring her features. Cavalrychoirs. A formidable, helpful Juror who had never done anything to harm anybody. He was dead. Stifling a sob, the blue-hued fem backed into the ranks of her Clanmates who had approached.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The fem grimaced as she approached, brushing past the departing Ryan as she paused, her eyes surveying the scene. It wasn't difficult to imagine what had happened, but she wouldn't make assumptions. She, in all honesty, didn't care enough. The Exiler deserved it, but that didn't mean it was a good idea to kill him, especially when you were part of such a peaceful, pacifistic Clan.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The Exiles were outnumbered, however slightly. The pierced, pale blue she-cat watched the battle with emotionless eyes, their gaze sweeping the Exiles coldly before she bunched up her haunches and leaped at an NPC, her claws scoring marks across its face and finally its throat, just shallow enough to not kill them; they hissed in indignation but took off, regardless, and Vegaslights found herself smiling despite the grim conditions around her. But now, she just waited for someone else.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]What kind of Clan exiled a good, loyal cat for something as trivial as their religion? Vegaslights, herself, was Wiccan, but she had never been cast aside for that, and she certainly wouldn't cast Gwenivere aside, either. "Welcome to Eden, dear. Do you need a tour?" she queried, a cheerful and polite smile gracing her features.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The she-cat approached curiously, raising a nonexistent eyebrow at the announcements. She agreed that activity wasn't as high as it once was, and she knew she was part of the reason why. She had made, what, one open thread in the entirety of her time here? It was downright pathetic, and she resolved to be more active and to piss everybody off with how many open threads she'd be seen in.


    A frown surfaced on her maw at the news of Colin and Miasma's demotion. She hadn't known either of the two well, but she had liked the part of them she saw, anyway. Her heart swelled with a mix of pride and relief when the Sovereign said that the high positions were doing well; she wasn't being demoted, which was good. Surprising, but good. She had been a member of Eden long enough to where she knew what was coming next: promotions. Irishpaw, Kno, Stellam, Arthur, Astor. She didn't know any of them, sadly, other than hearing their name around the castle occasionally.


    "Hazel and Vegaslights are promoted to jurors. More promotions may be announced." Taking that as an end to the previous string of announcements, she took a deep breath. "Congratu-" She choked on her words, her ears finally registering her own name among those promoted. Her legs wobbled slightly as she stared up at Littlescout, pleasantly surprised. Oh. "Oh, uh, thank you, Littlescout! And congratulations to those promoted." A juror - an assistant deputy. So much responsibility came with that position, but she wasn't daunted. She would try her hardest, definitely; and if that wasn't good enough, well, she knew how to try again.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-right:solid #000000 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#000000; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:2px dotted #000000; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;]goddamn right, you should be scared of me― ♥[/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt darkgray; margin-top: -13px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:18px;][font=baskerville old face]★ i've got a lover, a love like religion[i]![/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;] ( i'm such a fool for sacrifice )[hr]
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;color:#;font-size:20px;][font=georgia][b]YOU WERE A VISION IN THE MORNING―★[/fancypost]
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    ( when the light came through )[hr][abbr=homoromantic pansexual ★ juror ★ knights of eden ★ 14 months physically ★ 26 months spiritually ★ wiccan ★ feminist ★ depressed ★ all free powers ★ bright blue spit, tears, and blood]★★★[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]( do you want a thread for vegas to show her around? (: )


    She nodded sympathetically, a frown on her face. "Oh, dear. I'm sorry."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]"And it's stronger than you," the she-cat hummed as she went to cleaning up her room, her mouth clenched firmly around the handle of a feather duster. She hadn't cleaned it since she'd joined, and the dust from its long lack of use was still there, on its shelves, its desks. It had a seemingly endless supply of cobwebs that she was sure the healers could use, so she kept them in a corner of the room, but the rest of the room was a complete mess, and needless to say, she had to get rid of the filth.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]It had been so long since she'd given a tour, and even if she wasn't really looking forward to it, it was a good opportunity to get to know a new member. Sitting in the courtyard and waiting for Gwen, she found herself going over all the places she'd visit. The gardens, the Sovereign's room, the Knights' rooms, her own room. It would be fun, at least, for the newcomer, she'd expect. If it wasn't, well.. there was always a next time.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 190px; height: 30px; color: #00FFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px #000000, 1px -1px #000000, -1px 1px #000000, -1px -1px #000000; font-size: 36pt; font-family: georgia;]C[size=28pt]eruleanfrost[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; height: 10px; color: white; text-shadow: 1px 1px #000000, 1px -1px #000000, -1px 1px #000000, -1px -1px #000000; font-size: 14pt; font-family: georgia; text-align: right;]we are the new americana[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 100px; height: 10px; color: white; text-shadow: 1px 1px #000000, 1px -1px #000000, -1px 1px #000000, -1px -1px #000000; font-size: 14pt; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; margin-top: -60px;]tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 370px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 105%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 40px;]Doctrine? The name sounded familiar, and the tom lifted his head to look at them. [b]'Oh, yeah!" he said, nodding excitedly. "I remember you. Nice to see you again." Ah, so he was on a blind date with them, then? How exciting! A warm grin bloomed across his maw.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]She quickly turned around to face the vixen, a warm smile blooming over her maw. "Hello," she greeted, inclining her head. At the inquiry, Vegaslights found her grin morphing into a frown; she hadn't thought of that. "Uh," she began, "how about we start outside, go through the garden, then head to the basement and make our way up the castle?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]"Any help would be appreciated," she replied before turning her attention to Dimitri, tilting her head to the side."Uh, never?" She shrugged her shoulders' when she had got here, it hadn't been this bad. She wrapped some cobwebs around a paw, depositing them with the others before dusting over the bedside table. "I don't like cleaning, so this place went downhill pretty fast."
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