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strangers ; ambassador - NUI HARIME - 10-02-2018
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the ascendants were certainly a fresh breath of air from all the snow and choking ivory for miles around. powdering mountain hills like glaze on a freshly made donut.
what an odd comparison.
the air was chilly. frigid winter that seeped into her veins and stayed there until she couldn't feel anything anymore. her mind was buzzing and once she found she had a one way ticket out of the Hell That Frosted Over, nui took it.
time to see what the ascendants were all about.
her duty as an ambassador was simple. she knew what was expected of her. all smiles and tedious pleasantry. she had learned long ago that many favored the soft, soft amiability of everyday life. but she had learned to put on the mask. what was the wolf without the clothing of sheep?
she? she was just here to soak up the presence of their allies. bask in them; learn the ins and outs of their society. become so intimate with them and their weaknesses that she almost be akin to their own.
that was unrealistic, wasn't it? but it was fun to think about.
gentle pink padded paws brushing against velvety ground. warm. the prospect of seeing a new clan brought something warm and tingly to the base of her spine, heart beating with hopeful expectation. she sure hoped they would be good hosts.
she came with a basket slung over her head. offerings brought to them in the form of knitted adornments and freshly baked goods. round, cute little cupcakes all topped with frosting and sprinkled gingerly.
inside? pastries hollowed out to accommodate only the most garish condiments. something to add a little flavor to her gift. enacted only through childish impulse and the desire to see if anyone would notice that she had spiked the generously offered cupcakes with gregarious amounts of hot sauce and ketchup, she called out.
"hello there? i am nui harime, the ambassador for snowbound," she unhooks the basket with ease from her shoulders, fluidly unlatching the lid with something undetectable glinting in those sapphire irises. barely masking the mirth beneath.
first impressions were always a memorable occasion-- the bunny did not have the heart to introduce herself to a new clan with mild greetings and trivialities. good thing she decided to spice things up.
"i have come with gifts, and to check up on your clan. i hope all is well with you lot.
// nui has filled the cupcakes with ketchup and hot sauce as a joke. feel free to have your character take one!
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: white; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]❝ LA VI EST DROLE! ❞
the ascendants were certainly a fresh breath of air from all the snow and choking ivory for miles around. powdering mountain hills like glaze on a freshly made donut.
what an odd comparison.
the air was chilly. frigid winter that seeped into her veins and stayed there until she couldn't feel anything anymore. her mind was buzzing and once she found she had a one way ticket out of the Hell That Frosted Over, nui took it.
time to see what the ascendants were all about.
her duty as an ambassador was simple. she knew what was expected of her. all smiles and tedious pleasantry. she had learned long ago that many favored the soft, soft amiability of everyday life. but she had learned to put on the mask. what was the wolf without the clothing of sheep?
she? she was just here to soak up the presence of their allies. bask in them; learn the ins and outs of their society. become so intimate with them and their weaknesses that she almost be akin to their own.
that was unrealistic, wasn't it? but it was fun to think about.
gentle pink padded paws brushing against velvety ground. warm. the prospect of seeing a new clan brought something warm and tingly to the base of her spine, heart beating with hopeful expectation. she sure hoped they would be good hosts.
she came with a basket slung over her head. offerings brought to them in the form of knitted adornments and freshly baked goods. round, cute little cupcakes all topped with frosting and sprinkled gingerly.
inside? pastries hollowed out to accommodate only the most garish condiments. something to add a little flavor to her gift. enacted only through childish impulse and the desire to see if anyone would notice that she had spiked the generously offered cupcakes with gregarious amounts of hot sauce and ketchup, she called out.
"hello there? i am nui harime, the ambassador for snowbound," she unhooks the basket with ease from her shoulders, fluidly unlatching the lid with something undetectable glinting in those sapphire irises. barely masking the mirth beneath.
first impressions were always a memorable occasion-- the bunny did not have the heart to introduce herself to a new clan with mild greetings and trivialities. good thing she decided to spice things up.
"i have come with gifts, and to check up on your clan. i hope all is well with you lot.
// nui has filled the cupcakes with ketchup and hot sauce as a joke. feel free to have your character take one!
© MADI
Re: strangers ; ambassador - BUBONICPLAGUE - 10-03-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]bubonicplague had always hated ambassador visits. whether he was the one visiting or it was someone coming to them, the task was so tedious and often ended in awkward, uncomfortable small talk in which either party knew what the hell to say next. checking up on groups that would either one day do something to piss you off or the other way around; alliances didn't last. he'd seen more than plenty crumble in his life, most over a petty misunderstanding that could have been fixed rather easily.
ah, but that was not the way of the mortals of this pathetic little planet, was it? no, they all sought out trouble wherever they went, even in the comfort of their own homes and alliances. they craved to fight, to sink tooth and claw into another living being's flesh and tear apart. it was amusing in some ways. almost depressing in most. did mortal beings have no better way to spend their time?
of course they don't.
the dire wolf approached in relative silence, pausing some steps away from the snowbound member. he remembered his stay there; short and full of nuisances and an offer of hot chocolate at least three times a day. how could they live like that? though he enjoyed the cold climate compared to the garish heat of a desert or mild humidity of the ascendants' territory, the snowbound was simply too kind for his tastes.
bubonicplague kept quiet. he was not eager to speak, and at that moment he was wondering why he even bothered to show up to greet this ambassador. especially before anyone else had. he hated it. he should have stayed in his room. "oh, we're just peachy." the demon drawled out plainly. sightless eyes peered down at the bunny for some moments, staring coldly, before he dipped his head down into the basket to nose out a cupcake.
he retrieved one with relative ease and, though he hated sweets, he could see through the girl's charade. with hot sauce strong on his tongue, bubonicplague simply held his blind eyes on the little creature, and swallowed the spiked treat without trouble. "delicious." he rumbled. "thanks for coming. bye." would she leave immediately? he doubted it, but hey, how fuckin' funny would that be. the dire wolf twitched an ear before turning and padding away. off to chug hot sauce, because he wanted more.
Re: strangers ; ambassador - MOONMADE - 10-03-2018
[size=9pt]Spotting Bub alone at the border with another Clan's ambassador was something that genuinely struck fear in Moon's heart.
"Sorry," Says Moon, sounding like a guilt-ridden owner dragging their horny jack russell off the leg of a stranger. "Don't mind him. Just got him neutered. You know how dogs are. Hoping he'll settle soon." He fixes Bub with feigned piteous look. It's then that he spots the red liquid at the corner of his lips and at first he assumes its blood and doesn't even question it, but upon further examination realizes the Ambassador hasn't come empty handed and, no-- It's cupcakes. Strawberry filling. Nice.
He turns to the Snowbounder, convinced he's going to have to make up for Bub's- bubness and wearing a smile that's sure to charm even the most offended of allies. But the words he speak have heavy undertones of tension and he sounds something like an unfortunate Butler being held at gunpoint. "We're absolutely fantastic. Things are running splendidly. Not an issue in sight." There were many issues in sight, actually, but he wasn't about to spill the beans to some other Clan. "How's snowbound?" He asks, reaching for a cupcake and promptly stuffing it in his mouth. He readies himself for the painful border small talk. "Things still, you know-- Snowy?"
It's then that Moon's glorious grin melts like Snowbound's climate doesn't and in its place sits a look of such pure betrayal it's sure to make Nui second guess her choice of flavor. "What--" He squeals, making a good effort to keep the cupcake in his mouth until it gets too much and he spits the mess back out. "--the fuck." For a moment he stares at where the cupcake lies on the ground, heaving breaths over his tongue, before turning to fix Nui with a completely bewildered look. It takes a moment for him to catch on, because he's exhausted and quite a bit out of it, but that look soon melts into something vengeful. "Alliance cancelled."
"Sorry," Says Moon, sounding like a guilt-ridden owner dragging their horny jack russell off the leg of a stranger. "Don't mind him. Just got him neutered. You know how dogs are. Hoping he'll settle soon." He fixes Bub with feigned piteous look. It's then that he spots the red liquid at the corner of his lips and at first he assumes its blood and doesn't even question it, but upon further examination realizes the Ambassador hasn't come empty handed and, no-- It's cupcakes. Strawberry filling. Nice.
He turns to the Snowbounder, convinced he's going to have to make up for Bub's- bubness and wearing a smile that's sure to charm even the most offended of allies. But the words he speak have heavy undertones of tension and he sounds something like an unfortunate Butler being held at gunpoint. "We're absolutely fantastic. Things are running splendidly. Not an issue in sight." There were many issues in sight, actually, but he wasn't about to spill the beans to some other Clan. "How's snowbound?" He asks, reaching for a cupcake and promptly stuffing it in his mouth. He readies himself for the painful border small talk. "Things still, you know-- Snowy?"
It's then that Moon's glorious grin melts like Snowbound's climate doesn't and in its place sits a look of such pure betrayal it's sure to make Nui second guess her choice of flavor. "What--" He squeals, making a good effort to keep the cupcake in his mouth until it gets too much and he spits the mess back out. "--the fuck." For a moment he stares at where the cupcake lies on the ground, heaving breaths over his tongue, before turning to fix Nui with a completely bewildered look. It takes a moment for him to catch on, because he's exhausted and quite a bit out of it, but that look soon melts into something vengeful. "Alliance cancelled."
Re: strangers ; ambassador - NUI HARIME - 10-03-2018
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nui can't get everyone, and she knows this well. there will be outliers always be people to see through the rose colored lenses that she places upon her guises. that is a good thing though. it lets her know that there are creatures far more perceptive than they seem to be. creatures that aren't slow or dim witted or stupid.
creatures fit to be her ally, perhaps.
she watches expectantly as gabriel makes a move for a cupcake, tense with anticipation. this is the most favorite part of a prank-- makes her tingle down to her silly little bones.
he seems generally disinterested in the whole diplomat business. skims over his assessment of his clan’s wellbeing. not that she can blame him.
she watches as he pops one of the treats into his mouth. a breath catches, and she briefly wonders if the hot sauce has set in yet before he suddenly stares her down.
she stares back. silent. waiting, if not briefly curious as to why he seems so intent on keeping a hollow, ivory glazed gaze on her. she wonders if he's blind. in any other case, the pupil less gaze would have made it immediately clear. yet in this unorthodox world, there are many creatures with strange eyes and no small amount of healthy sight. she does not question it. nui has learned long ago that assuming is not healthy.
the snowbounder stares undoubtedly back at the canine rather-- blinks a glistening sapphire pupil in expectation. when it becomes clear that the hot sauce isn't doing anything for him and he begins to turn away, she squashes her disappointment.
at least he enjoyed the cupcakes. or maybe he was fronting. she can't really be sure.
“glad you enjoyed it, mister man,” nui calls gleefully back at the male’s fleeing backside. she does not leave yet; there is no reason to, and just because one has not given her the desired reaction yet, that does not mean there will not be others. she will be patient, just like a predator stalking for prey. she knows how to play the game.
like this one right now.
the lion is noticeable, even from the distance of the planes. she digs her paws into the sparse ground around her, noticing how easily moon towers over her. it really sinks in downright how drastically she has changed.
predator becomes the prey, huh?
she bites her lip at the irony, before smiling earnestly at moon’s apology, and his good natured reproach towards the previous comer.
“no worries mister,” no worries indeed. she has had more than her fair share handling the abrasive. bubonic was quickly dismissed from her mind; his short appearance was brief, far too brief for her to gain anything parricularly noteworthy or interesting out of it.
she listens to him speak of the ascendant’s current status-- though she can't help but notice how strained he sounds. her ears prick at the timber to his voice, cocking a brow as she tries her best to listen.
then he reaches for a cupcake. then her buck tooth digs hard into the pliable flesh of her bottom lip. struggling to hide a snrk.
as a look settles over his features, the bunny’s cheeks puff.
“alliance cancelled.”
the ensuing guffaw was short lived-- cut off and strangled in thr womb because she did not expect to laugh and had no intention to, but her laughter, in that split second was breathy regardless.
or really, it just came out more as a gargled 'HRRK.'
crap. she never expected this. she sure did get the spice to her visit, didn't she?
“um, i mean…” she tries to gain her composure, cheeks still chubby and lips puckered into an upward curl.
“that was uncalled for, mister! this special recipe, hot pepper sriracha cupcake deluxe has been passed down the harime line for generations by my ma’s ma, and her ma and her ma…” she forces the faux anger to her eye, before she breaks into crocodile tears near mid sentence.
here she was, getting her kicks on a diplomatic mission. the remorsefulness did not reach her soul, earnestly failing to take moon’s rebuke to heart.
if she managed to sabotage an alliance just like that--(in a snap) via prank, she had gotten a whole new record, and she was sure proud of it.
"for shame, sir... for shame."
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: white; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]❝ LA VI EST DROLE! ❞
nui can't get everyone, and she knows this well. there will be outliers always be people to see through the rose colored lenses that she places upon her guises. that is a good thing though. it lets her know that there are creatures far more perceptive than they seem to be. creatures that aren't slow or dim witted or stupid.
creatures fit to be her ally, perhaps.
she watches expectantly as gabriel makes a move for a cupcake, tense with anticipation. this is the most favorite part of a prank-- makes her tingle down to her silly little bones.
he seems generally disinterested in the whole diplomat business. skims over his assessment of his clan’s wellbeing. not that she can blame him.
she watches as he pops one of the treats into his mouth. a breath catches, and she briefly wonders if the hot sauce has set in yet before he suddenly stares her down.
she stares back. silent. waiting, if not briefly curious as to why he seems so intent on keeping a hollow, ivory glazed gaze on her. she wonders if he's blind. in any other case, the pupil less gaze would have made it immediately clear. yet in this unorthodox world, there are many creatures with strange eyes and no small amount of healthy sight. she does not question it. nui has learned long ago that assuming is not healthy.
the snowbounder stares undoubtedly back at the canine rather-- blinks a glistening sapphire pupil in expectation. when it becomes clear that the hot sauce isn't doing anything for him and he begins to turn away, she squashes her disappointment.
at least he enjoyed the cupcakes. or maybe he was fronting. she can't really be sure.
“glad you enjoyed it, mister man,” nui calls gleefully back at the male’s fleeing backside. she does not leave yet; there is no reason to, and just because one has not given her the desired reaction yet, that does not mean there will not be others. she will be patient, just like a predator stalking for prey. she knows how to play the game.
like this one right now.
the lion is noticeable, even from the distance of the planes. she digs her paws into the sparse ground around her, noticing how easily moon towers over her. it really sinks in downright how drastically she has changed.
predator becomes the prey, huh?
she bites her lip at the irony, before smiling earnestly at moon’s apology, and his good natured reproach towards the previous comer.
“no worries mister,” no worries indeed. she has had more than her fair share handling the abrasive. bubonic was quickly dismissed from her mind; his short appearance was brief, far too brief for her to gain anything parricularly noteworthy or interesting out of it.
she listens to him speak of the ascendant’s current status-- though she can't help but notice how strained he sounds. her ears prick at the timber to his voice, cocking a brow as she tries her best to listen.
then he reaches for a cupcake. then her buck tooth digs hard into the pliable flesh of her bottom lip. struggling to hide a snrk.
as a look settles over his features, the bunny’s cheeks puff.
“alliance cancelled.”
the ensuing guffaw was short lived-- cut off and strangled in thr womb because she did not expect to laugh and had no intention to, but her laughter, in that split second was breathy regardless.
or really, it just came out more as a gargled 'HRRK.'
crap. she never expected this. she sure did get the spice to her visit, didn't she?
“um, i mean…” she tries to gain her composure, cheeks still chubby and lips puckered into an upward curl.
“that was uncalled for, mister! this special recipe, hot pepper sriracha cupcake deluxe has been passed down the harime line for generations by my ma’s ma, and her ma and her ma…” she forces the faux anger to her eye, before she breaks into crocodile tears near mid sentence.
here she was, getting her kicks on a diplomatic mission. the remorsefulness did not reach her soul, earnestly failing to take moon’s rebuke to heart.
if she managed to sabotage an alliance just like that--(in a snap) via prank, she had gotten a whole new record, and she was sure proud of it.
"for shame, sir... for shame."
© MADI
Re: strangers ; ambassador - ONISION. - 10-03-2018
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"We gonna fuck 'er up?" Oni called out from behind the group as he arrived, scarred body weaving around a tree to reach them to listen to the conversation. He could smell the hot sauce from afar, so it was only expected that he try one of the cupcakes as well. He loved spicy things, after all.
"Just kidding. I'll have one, they both have sticks up their asses constantly." Onision snorted, reaching out to snatch up the spicy-sweet treat, popping it into his mouth and chewing it happily. His necklace jingled, the choker stiffening as he bent his head to the side a bit. "Name's Onision, call me Oni."
She's a hot piece of ass.
JESUS CHRIST, ALOYSIUS.
"We gonna fuck 'er up?" Oni called out from behind the group as he arrived, scarred body weaving around a tree to reach them to listen to the conversation. He could smell the hot sauce from afar, so it was only expected that he try one of the cupcakes as well. He loved spicy things, after all.
"Just kidding. I'll have one, they both have sticks up their asses constantly." Onision snorted, reaching out to snatch up the spicy-sweet treat, popping it into his mouth and chewing it happily. His necklace jingled, the choker stiffening as he bent his head to the side a bit. "Name's Onision, call me Oni."
She's a hot piece of ass.
JESUS CHRIST, ALOYSIUS.
[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG
ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
© ceilidh
Re: strangers ; ambassador - MOONMADE - 10-05-2018
[div style="; width: 55%; margin-left: 180px; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]"Passed down for generations my ass," Counters Moon, sounding like his tongue's gone a little limp. "If this is what yourma, and your ma's ma, and your ma's ma's ma's fuckin' ma left behind, it's a good fuckin' thing they're six feet under." Despite Moon's scolding, and despite the fire that continued to turn the village that was his taste buds to ash, there was a small part of him that was absurdly, perversely impressed, and his words lacked any real anger, any real threat. Screw him for assuming this was going to be some glorious bushy-tailed visit from Allies with the lovely addition of some sweet treats, then. "For shame," He scoffs, equally as scandalized. "What the hell kinda' bunny are you, anyway? What happened to carrot cake, huh?"