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love is not // joining // what revolution's for - clarence a. - 11-22-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]//the top half of this is all history so it could be skipped if you'd like, although it is somewhat important for his intro. basically, he died during the Battle of Lake Erie via drowning.
He had known this was a bad idea. He wasn't sure how. They didn't have evidence the Americans were so far into developing their navy, but it had been some sort of gut feeling, which was only confirmed when they arrived on Lake Erie's waters. From the moment they entered, there was a clear winner and it would not be the British fleet. How had he even let it get to this point? He should've found a way to get around his required military service. He should've done something, anything, to stop this nonsense before he got here. He was smart enough. He had lots of marketable skills. He could get a nice job once he got out of the military easily. He would still be young by the end of his contract and he'd have the advantage of having admirable recommendations from several officers in the British Royal Navy. He had a bright future if he made it through this night, which was seeming less and less likely. He couldn't say exactly what'd gone wrong but they'd already lost quite a few men and he heard rumors that Captain Barclay had lost a leg.
Still, there was no talk of surrender. The Caledonia had cut off their ship some time ago and now battle raged on his beloved Queen Charlotte. He had just managed to push back a wave of the Americans when he noticed Lieutenant Finnis dealing with his own army. The man seemed to have mostly warded them off but there was one man that had somehow escaped his notice and was approaching him from behind. "Finnis!" Clarence did his best to shout the man's name but he couldn't be heard over the gunfire. Without thinking, he bolted forward, somehow managing to rush past the other men. However, his movement had not gone without notice. Something tore through his back and he stumbled, gripping the side of the ship and gasping, but still focusing on his target. He might still get there. Plenty of men had survived bullet wounds before, or at least waited to die until infection caught up with them.
His head spun and in his disoriented state, he'd failed to notice a nearby fight growing a little too close. Before he could process what had happened, someone (he was unsure whether it was an intentional movement from the Americans or from someone on his own side that'd stepped back a little too far) fell into him. Combined with the force of the shove, the bullet, and his own confusion, it didn't take much for his already unsteady frame to topple into the waves. He hit the waves and wildly flailed in a horrific display of cowardice as he sank into the darkness. Each movement of his shoulder sent pain through it but he wanted nothing more than to take another breath of air. He would live, he would live, he would live-
His lungs were inflated as he took a gasping breath of air, which quickly transformed into sputtering despite the fact there was no water in them. In fact, he wasn't wet at all. Where was he? He tried to catch his breath, something that was relatively easy given it seemed like nothing had happened at all. He stood on trembling legs, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. "Finnis?" He yelled the name, his voice raw. Little did he know the man had died more than two hundred years ago. He spun as he thought he heard something off in the distance. "Hello? Is someone here? This is the Clarence Aston, the leading surgeon aboard the Queen Charlotte. British forces are facing dire situations on Lake Erie, I-I need to find... I need to find-" What did he need to find? He wasn't even sure where the lake was from his location. He certainly didn't recognize any of his surroundings and, even if he could, he wouldn't have the first clue who to call for help, if there was anyone who could help at this point.
Re: love is not // joining // what revolution's for - JERSEYBOY - 11-22-2018
JERSEY
BOY
BOY
Oh Jesus, this guy sounded spooked. He sounded freaked out of his mind. What was he, on drugs or something? Because absolutely nothing he said made any sense whatsoever. With furrowed brows and barely parted lips, the tuxedo tom would approach the newcomer and tilt his head to get a good look at him. He wasn't from here, obviously. Perhaps some sorry sucker that hit his head and went batshit crazy. "Who's facin' what where now?"
Jerseyboy came to a stop, pursing his lips for a moment. "Look, buddy, you put on a very convincing act. But I'm gonna need you to drop it, eh?" He snorted, giving a twitch of his tail. Whatever part he was trying to play, it wasn't working. This wasn't the time nor the place to be doing such a thing. What did he think this was, an audition for a play? Apparent-fucking-ly. "So what do you want?" He asked. They didn't have all day for this.
Jerseyboy came to a stop, pursing his lips for a moment. "Look, buddy, you put on a very convincing act. But I'm gonna need you to drop it, eh?" He snorted, giving a twitch of his tail. Whatever part he was trying to play, it wasn't working. This wasn't the time nor the place to be doing such a thing. What did he think this was, an audition for a play? Apparent-fucking-ly. "So what do you want?" He asked. They didn't have all day for this.
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Re: love is not // joining // what revolution's for - PIERCE - 11-22-2018
☁ //beats u fuckin niNJA
Pierce knew a surprising amount about human history considering the fact that he was, you know, a cat, but there wasn't much other non-fiction to read for a guy like him, and while he liked to stick with fantasy, there had been a couple nights he spent in his dear old friend's library where he would settle down and look at some interesting historical letters or paintings. Human history wasn't his favorite, though- they were all kind of assholes, when it came down to it, no matter what side of what war they were on. Maybe that was just his feeble understanding of human politics talking, though.
The former Goldenblood had been on his usual little patrol of the territory when he saw Clarence- or, maybe heard was a better word, for the other's shouts had reached him far before he detected the trembling form of the stranger. "Hey, hey, hey," Pierce spoke softly as he neared, hurrying in the direction of Clarence though trying not to run so as to not startle the poor guy any further. He tossed Jerseyboy a look of mild irritation, lips pursed slightly. "Leave the poor guy alone, alright? He's obviously freaked out." Though some very well may try to "act" their way into a clan, Pierce didn't find that very likely, at least with this guy. That, or he was a damn good actor. Either way, while he didn't know Jersey well, he'd known him long enough to know he could be a huge bitch, and he was already kind of growing tired of him, so maybe he just kind of wanted to shut him down. "Just breathe, okay, hun? I- I don't know what the Queen Charlotte is, but I'm Pierce. That's Jersey- sorry about him. Can you tell me what you're trying to find? Maybe we can help."
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Pierce knew a surprising amount about human history considering the fact that he was, you know, a cat, but there wasn't much other non-fiction to read for a guy like him, and while he liked to stick with fantasy, there had been a couple nights he spent in his dear old friend's library where he would settle down and look at some interesting historical letters or paintings. Human history wasn't his favorite, though- they were all kind of assholes, when it came down to it, no matter what side of what war they were on. Maybe that was just his feeble understanding of human politics talking, though.
The former Goldenblood had been on his usual little patrol of the territory when he saw Clarence- or, maybe heard was a better word, for the other's shouts had reached him far before he detected the trembling form of the stranger. "Hey, hey, hey," Pierce spoke softly as he neared, hurrying in the direction of Clarence though trying not to run so as to not startle the poor guy any further. He tossed Jerseyboy a look of mild irritation, lips pursed slightly. "Leave the poor guy alone, alright? He's obviously freaked out." Though some very well may try to "act" their way into a clan, Pierce didn't find that very likely, at least with this guy. That, or he was a damn good actor. Either way, while he didn't know Jersey well, he'd known him long enough to know he could be a huge bitch, and he was already kind of growing tired of him, so maybe he just kind of wanted to shut him down. "Just breathe, okay, hun? I- I don't know what the Queen Charlotte is, but I'm Pierce. That's Jersey- sorry about him. Can you tell me what you're trying to find? Maybe we can help."
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Re: love is not // joining // what revolution's for - clarence a. - 11-22-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Now there were talking animals. His breathing grew even more ragged and he paced anxiously, barely able to even look at the two strangers that had arrived. They were speaking as though they were humans and he understood every word of it. "I've gone mad. I fell in that water and I went mad and they fished me out and put me in an asylum and now I see talking animals, lovely, this is all lovely-" His words weren't directed to either of the men that had arrived and seemed more meant to vent his own thoughts than anything else. After all, how could he even know if these beings were real? What was the point in discussing such things with hallucinations? "That or I've died and gone to some abhorrent corner of Hell to suffer for my sins, although I didn't think they were so egregious to bring about such insanity-" The words were rushed and, at times, barely comprehensible. He looked back towards the two that had appeared, confusion and pain and terror all vulnerably displayed on his features. It was unlike him to be so open and emotional but how else was he meant to respond? And should he respond to these beings? He supposed he had nothing else to do so he may as well delve deeper into whatever abominations his mind had created for him. Better to be mad in one world than in two.
"The British Royal Navy is in active combat with the American Navy at Lake Erie. We hadn't expected such formidable push back and things went horribly wrong. I was trying to reach Lieutenant Finnis when I was shot and pushed overboard." Somehow explaining the facts calmed him, as though it put the event somewhere in the past, as though he hadn't been there only moments ago. "I thought I was dead but then I woke up... here. With talking animals and not a bullet wound, not wet, not anything-" More panic and anger seized his tone. He was being told to just breathe but how could he do that when he knew his crew was out there, somewhere, dying without any kind of doctor on board? Then there was the fact the man had referred to him as 'hun', which felt... well, at least mildly uncomfortable. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant, actually, but it certainly didn't seem like something he'd call anyone other than a possible future wife. That wasn't the point. Probably just a distraction by his obviously diseased mind. "I-I don't know. Even if I were able to contact reinforcements, it's far too late to save the Queen Charlotte or Detroit. I'm not even sure what I would be met with if I tried to return home or if I'd be blamed of cowardice for coming up missing during the worst fight of my time in service-" His mind was still reeling but he was slowly piecing himself back together. He wasn't sure if what was happening was real, but he still needed to work through whatever had just happened.
Re: love is not // joining // what revolution's for - ATBASH CIPHER. - 11-22-2018
ATBASH CIPHER
somebody make me alive,
and shatter me !
and shatter me !
Everything this guy was spouting was pure gibberish to Atbash and she briefly wondered if that's what it seemed like to others whenever she talked about her home. I hope not, But then again, she called it by its name and used terms from her home so perhaps things would be confusing. The savannah cast Pierce a questioning, confused glance before flicking her one-eyed gaze to Clarence. "Hey, calm down, alright?" The Starstruck Guardian spoke softly, trying to give this strange guy a sympathetic look. Jerseyboy probably hadn't helped with his comment at all, but rude people were always a thing weren't they? "My name is Atbash." Getting her name out may help. After all, if she was a complete stranger, Clarence would more likely than not be guarded. Though then again, he seemed perfectly fine with spewing out information regardless of whether or not he knew people.
"I wish we could help you," The she-cat quickly went on, a frown forming on her face. "But we - I - don't know of anything called, um... Queen Charlotte or Detriot..." She trailed off, presuming Clarence got the point she was getting at. Honestly, Atbash was more confused by the fact he was shocked over seeing talking animals. Perhaps he had amnesia or something? Even so, that would still be strange, considering he was an animal himself.
"I wish we could help you," The she-cat quickly went on, a frown forming on her face. "But we - I - don't know of anything called, um... Queen Charlotte or Detriot..." She trailed off, presuming Clarence got the point she was getting at. Honestly, Atbash was more confused by the fact he was shocked over seeing talking animals. Perhaps he had amnesia or something? Even so, that would still be strange, considering he was an animal himself.
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Re: love is not // joining // what revolution's for - ATTICUS - 11-22-2018
▹▹▹▹ Atticus hadn't been deaf to the panicked voices of the man that had found himself upon their borders, nor the attempts of his other Clanmates to calm him down. Yet, it was as he approached, his ears perked and listening as the large jaguar drew himself forward quietly that he couldn't help but to shake his head softly. Of course, he hadn't a clue what Queen Charlotte or Detroit was either, but it was clear enough to him that it was where this man had come from; more importantly, it was where he was trying to return. Yet, it was unlikely he would, wasn't it? It was a conundrum. Had he died, and returned somehow from some far off distant land as the man assumed? Or was this simply madness.
"You're in the land, our territory, we call the Ascendants," he rumbled lowly as he took a place besides Atbash, giving the Starstruck Guardian a polite nod before his piercing golden gaze fell upon the man in question, looking him over carefully, taking in all the finer details that he could see. He was afraid, and yet there was pain behind those wild eyes, a tension in his body. Atticus supposed he couldn't blame the man in the slightest. Instead, he slowly brought himself to sit, calmly exhaling for a moment as his gaze did not move. "Suffice it to say, none of us have heard of a 'Detroit' or a 'Queen Charlotte', but if these are places from where you came, they are not near to here." He gave another momentary pause as he considered the man, gently pulling his gaze away as he glanced back over his shoulder to the observatory. He was strange, wasn't he? Talking about a British Navy and talking Animals... But there was no point in lying to the man either. Even as all of them told him to calm down, he simply kept on as if the man really wasn't having this bad of a day.
"My name is Atticus. I am a Cosmic General here in the Ascendants. If you wish it, we will provide you with food and shelter to give you time to figure this out. I do not think you will find much help otherwise attempting to find where you come, but the observatory should have some maps," he offered off-handedly, extending only the smallest of a warm smile to soften the edges of his sharp features. It, perhaps, wasn't like where Clarence had come from, but at the very least they could not simply leave him out here in the open to have an existential crisis over whatever was occurring to the poor man. But despite the shock the man had been put under today, Atticus could very well appreciate his attempts to work it all out already instead of crumbling apart, even if most of them hadn't a clue of what he was discussing. But by all accounts, if he had been shot, and pushed overboard? Atticus would not be the one to voice the most likely answer to that question, but he was sure it was the possibility that would find itself in Clarence's mind sooner or later. "I am sure the Ascendants would be otherwise more than happy to assist you how we can in that endeavor."
"You're in the land, our territory, we call the Ascendants," he rumbled lowly as he took a place besides Atbash, giving the Starstruck Guardian a polite nod before his piercing golden gaze fell upon the man in question, looking him over carefully, taking in all the finer details that he could see. He was afraid, and yet there was pain behind those wild eyes, a tension in his body. Atticus supposed he couldn't blame the man in the slightest. Instead, he slowly brought himself to sit, calmly exhaling for a moment as his gaze did not move. "Suffice it to say, none of us have heard of a 'Detroit' or a 'Queen Charlotte', but if these are places from where you came, they are not near to here." He gave another momentary pause as he considered the man, gently pulling his gaze away as he glanced back over his shoulder to the observatory. He was strange, wasn't he? Talking about a British Navy and talking Animals... But there was no point in lying to the man either. Even as all of them told him to calm down, he simply kept on as if the man really wasn't having this bad of a day.
"My name is Atticus. I am a Cosmic General here in the Ascendants. If you wish it, we will provide you with food and shelter to give you time to figure this out. I do not think you will find much help otherwise attempting to find where you come, but the observatory should have some maps," he offered off-handedly, extending only the smallest of a warm smile to soften the edges of his sharp features. It, perhaps, wasn't like where Clarence had come from, but at the very least they could not simply leave him out here in the open to have an existential crisis over whatever was occurring to the poor man. But despite the shock the man had been put under today, Atticus could very well appreciate his attempts to work it all out already instead of crumbling apart, even if most of them hadn't a clue of what he was discussing. But by all accounts, if he had been shot, and pushed overboard? Atticus would not be the one to voice the most likely answer to that question, but he was sure it was the possibility that would find itself in Clarence's mind sooner or later. "I am sure the Ascendants would be otherwise more than happy to assist you how we can in that endeavor."