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lovekit. · (This post was last modified: 08-13-2020, 02:07 AM by lovekit..)

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
[align=center]TO MAKE A LITTLE BETTER

IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

On some level, Lovekit had already introduced himself to the Typhoon as a whole, just by being around. After all, the boy had a tendency to follow along with whatever his siblings were doing, and he had ventured outside of his family home more than a few times. Despite this, he didn't know too many of the other members of the pirate group he considered to be family, and that just wouldn't do, obviously. However, the child didn't just want to go out there and say his name and give a usual introduction. That would be boring, and the hybrid would've hated to be thought of as boring by the rest of his crewmates. Which left Lovekit a bit stumped, since that meant he needed to find some way to introduce himself that was creative, and fun, and would probably net him some friends, obviously. Not that he wasn't happy with Harlow and Lawkit for friends, but it would've been a bit depressing, having his only two friends in the world be his two siblings. So, he had set out to try and find something creative that he could do.

Thankfully, Lo was either extraordinarily lucky, or he just knew very well how to find things that were exciting. It wasn't long until the child's aimless wandering had brought him to the shop of one of the group's tattoo artists, who seemed pleasantly surprised and amused when the boy had come trotting up. Obviously the older artist hadn't been willing to tattoo someone so young, but when he had seen Lovekit's fascination with the various paints and pigments he had been using, an idea had begun to form. It wasn't long until the tiger-doberman hybrid found himself leaving again, but this time he had something with him – a bucket of paint. Easily washable paint that was very much temporary, but paint nonetheless. Which meant that he now had a way to both introduce himself to others and do something neat for them. Plus, nobody would get too angry with him if he messed up a particular design, considering they could just wash it out afterwards. It was a foolproof plan, and Lovekit found himself smirking as he carried the bucket and accompanying brush out with him to middle of town.

He was vaguely aware of the fact that the tavern was nearby, which was a good thing for him, since it meant that there would be more people traveling past who could hear him. Which meant more people to meet him, as well. Short tail wagging enthusiastically against the sandy ground behind him, Lovekit put the bucket down nearby before he called out, "Who would like to come and meet me? You can introduce yourself and get a temporary tattoo from me, at the same time. It'll be great!" He knew of some who would already know him, such as his great aunt, siblings, and cousins, but there were plenty of others that were still a mystery to the young boy.

( retro to Sam's death )

Luciferr · 08-13-2020, 03:26 PM

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”hello child, not sure if you remember me, but I gave you and your siblings some plushies when you were born” a soft rumbling interjects as a familiar great black dragon wanders into view with a soft smile - before settling down quietly.

”Luciferus Grimm, but Luci is fine - pleased to properly meet you” he eyed the paint and then his vantablack scales with a hum ”if you’d like to attempt one for me I’m all for it, im sure you’ve an eye for artistic design no doubt” Luci was nothing if not a good sport, he didn’t mind kids scrawling paint on him - it wouldn’t be the first time.

//oof short

devland · (This post was last modified: 08-13-2020, 08:03 PM by devland.)

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]The idea of meeting someone new did not draw him forth. No, he was much more curious about temporary tattoos than he was adding a new name to the ever-growing list of Typhoon members he needed to know. He already had a few friends, he thought, surely that was enough... He ignored that strange hollow feeling in his chest, for it was fleeting. Instead, he focused ahead of him, sleepy stare landing on Lovekit and Luciferus.

"Devland Taji," he greeted, falling gently into a seated position near the duo. "Devland works just as well, and I'm not incredibly fond of nicknames." He hummed for a beat. "Unless they're good ones. Then, I might consider it." He offered the younger boy a wry smile, adding, "By the way, the temporary tattoo thing sounds interesting, but I want to see your work before I commit to letting you brand me - even if's not permanent."

PAOLA · 08-14-2020, 03:08 AM

[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]

I just wanna taste it; Watermelon sugar high!

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"I'd like to meet you!" Paola makes her way over to the middle of the town eagerly, offering Lucifer a pleasant dip of her head before plopping herself down next to Devland. She gives her friend a meaningful bump of her head against his shoulder, a typical greeting between the two, before finally turning her attention to the one that had called the tiny gathering.

"I'm Paola, pleased to meet you, stranger," the she-cat offers to Lovekit kindly, flashing the minnow a bright, wide grin—a typical expression for the teenager. It's rare to see her without one.

At the prospect of getting some temporary tattoos, Paola quickly gives herself a once-over and decides, almost instantly, that she is in desperate need of something new. Her black pelt is stale and boring, and anything in the world looks better with a pop of color.

"I'd be down for one. Any design you want, go wild with it," she says, voice brimming with encouragement before adding, "Hell, you could dunk me in it if you think that'd help bring some liveliness to this old pelt. I'm all fur it!" At the end of her statement, she tags on a joking wink to the pun before falling back to her usual, cheeky grin.

ooc. oh paola, you glorious idiot

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BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER:

Keona. · 08-14-2020, 06:59 PM

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

Causing a commotion outside the tavern was a sure way to gain the tiny dealer's attention. Curious, ears perked as a young voice called for attention. Goldie's. With a soft hum, the petite fae padded towards the sound, idly noting those around her and coming to a halt besides Luci. No doubt a comically tiny creature in comparison.

"Aloha Lovekit," she offered softly. "'m Keona. I..." Hmm. "I work close with your ma as the Dealer." Likely a little too professional... Oh well. "I don' mind the tattoos, though I can' give you much advice or preference." Hopefully that was not disappointing, but there was little to do with her pale eyes. "Feel free to use me to test out patterns if you like -- I don' mind if it helps."

She might as well offer. Of course, given how small she was, it'd certainly be hard to say how much paint she could model at one time. Regardless, it was not as though Keona would mind given the temporary nature.

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. dealer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat. ref. bio.

Lawlocked · 08-14-2020, 09:01 PM

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This was more than a simple meet and greet; law had to admit his brother was good at selecting a task. Tattoos sounded awesome, even along his already spotted pelt law felt the addition of some careful color along his wings and sprouting horns would do wonderous things. Just an as an empty book taunted him with the need to draw; to scribe the pages and fill them with something to later look back to, so did the thought provoke a need, to score along his skin in brilliance colors; a grin unrepentant to the rest of the crew’s own dismay and delight- law felt excitement bubbling along the creature’s features.

It was a rare thing, for law to feel anything remotely safe around other people; it was a slow thing to get the creature to trust- to speak. Rarer still for him to act on it, but even here as the creature stumbled to meet his own litter-mate’s eyes: it was clear the delight- the mere suggestion sent a giddiness inside the eldest of the three’s eyes that made them glow brilliant shades of yellow.

Law stepped within the growing crowd, following his brother and his eyes along the bucket of paint- the tattooist who had given him would get a earful from their momma’s for sure- but law didn’t let that stop him from grinning. Wings giving an excitable flap outwards, snapping open and gushing wind- possibly hitting another crew mate on accident if they were close enough to the small creature

Still, there were manners; he was his mother’s sons- and he was taught the clan were family his family now too; forever until they left or their demise but- his eyes traced along the others, trying to remember names and faces; knowing the futility even as he tried. This would be easier with a book or something.

"[glow=grey,2,300]it's nice to meet yall! I'm lawkit; law works fine.[/glow]" law's voice shook but it was loud the child too busy peaking inside the color buckets but manners. "[glow=grey,2,300]lovekit, would you do my wings- and maybe my horns?[/glow]"

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[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]The dark doesn't frighten me[/glow]

[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]I chose to close my eyes; it is mine[/glow]

lovekit. · 08-17-2020, 12:59 AM

IT TOOK A LITTLE TIME
[align=center]TO MAKE A LITTLE BETTER

IT'S ONLY GOING UP

JUST ONE THING THEN ANOTHER

lovekit — the typhoon — tags

So many different people had shown up, and that was honestly a joy for Lovekit, an already growing social butterfly. The boy turned his head to grin over at Lawkit, taking in the pleased look on his brother's face, as well as the request that fell from his muzzle. Wings and horns? It was barely a moment before Lo was nodding enthusiastically in confirmation, before he turned his gaze back to all those that had gathered. Luci was first, and he was honestly perfect, considering what a massive canvas he was. However, even in his young age, Lovekit did know some of his limits. For now, he decided to go with something simple. Smiling crookedly, the child dipped the brush into a bucket of yellow ink, before he moved closer to Lucifer, beginning to carefully brush a pattern onto his back leg. It was a painting of a sunflower, rather basic in shape and form, but recognizable nonetheless. Stepping back, Lovekit explained with a grin, "You seem nice, like you've got a nice... spirit! So... sunflower!" It was a basic explanation, but it made perfect sense to Lo, who was already turning his attention to the next person.

Devland was the next person to arrive, but the older male evidently wanted to see some examples, before he decided to sign on for the paint job, however temporary it was. So, Love just offered him a smirk and a firm nod, feeling confident as he made his way over to Paola. She spoke with a confidence that even Lovekit was jealous of, and the child had an immediate idea of what he wanted to do. Dipping his brush in both the yellow and red buckets, he moved to stand up on his hind legs, slowly dragging it over Paola's spine and her dark black fur. When he eventually fell back down, there was an elaborate pattern that looked like the sun over her spine, a smile on Lo's muzzle around the brush he still had clenched in it, "If Luci is a sunflower, you're like the sun! Because you're so bold, and bright, and happy!" Keona, meanwhile, was slightly harder to get a read on, especially considering her quiet and serious nature. Despite this, Lo could feel an idea beginning to form in his head as he turned to the – very tiny – dealer.

Dipping the brush in the green paint, and then very soon afterwards the pink paint, it took several moments of focus before Lovekit eventually finished what he had in mind. Letting out a relieved breath when he saw it had come out as he wanted, the hybrid gestured to the water lily that was now on Keona's side, accompanied by a bright pink bloom. As he did so, he explained enthusiastically, "A water lily. 'Cause not only are they very pretty, but they're also practical for medicine, and they're really impressive in how they grow on the water!" Once everyone else was done, Lovekit finally turned his attention back to his brother, deciding to do something that matched. Dipping his brush back into the yellow paint, Love moved to slowly paint on both of Lawlit's wings, as well as on his horns. When he eventually stepped back, Lawkit not only had several large bees with honeycomb patterns behind them on his wings, but also a much smaller version on his horns. Smiling, Lovekit tilted his head to one side before questioning, "What do you think, Law?" He really hoped his brother liked it, considering how he valued family above almost anything else, as most children did.

PAOLA · 08-18-2020, 04:30 AM

[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]

I just wanna taste it; Watermelon sugar high!

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Paola looks on eagerly as more members of the Typhoon start popping up. She doesn’t think she’s all too familiar with some of them, but she offers a cheery smile nonetheless; just because they don’t know her doesn’t mean she can’t send a little good vibes their way. Patiently, the she-cat waits her turn, eventually looking impressed at Lovekit’s first creation: a sunflower on Lucifer.

”That looks so amazing,” she offers eagerly, and when her turn comes, Paola adjusts her sitting position to give the young minnow better access to her back. The paint feels weird but comforting, and the usually energetic beta goes surprisingly still in order to avoid jostling Lovekit or ruining his work-in-progress. There are even moments when Paola holds her breath, determined to move as sparsely as possible.

When Lovekit finishes his work and explains the meaning of it to Paola, a touched look crosses her features. She glances over her shoulder, seeing bits and pieces of the artwork on her fur, and… and perhaps there are happy tears in her eyes, but she subtly brushes them away before looking back at Lovekit and smiling gratefully.

”It’s perfect, Lovekit! Thank you so much,” comes her warm response, eyes still misty from the sudden swell of emotion. Paola shakes her head, schooling her features as she does so, and when she settles again, she’s calmer, although the happy glint hasn’t left her eyes. ”I wonder if there’s a way to keep this, you know? Permanently.”

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Lawlocked · 08-18-2020, 09:12 PM

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there was a reverence in lovekit's work: a passion that love was so open with that law envied. he watched his brother dither between the rest of the crew with hopeless sort of loyalty. an open and kind smile. today was a good day, where the creature didn't feel the need to shy away or cower in the shadows, as he had often heard before. now law stood beyond his sibling as love went to work on the group that had gathered to meet lovekit. Law was a quiet, but open presence, his wings tucked firmly around himself and the slow but steady flick of his tail as he watched his brother work; each and every member of their Nakima pareing careful consideration, offering a paw or a limb for lovekit's brand of cheery enthusiasm.

when it was law's turn, he fanned his wings out, feeling the cold touch of a brush along his wings and his horns made him shiver- jolt at the feeling. hyper aware of the sense of the brush and the wet scent of paint. waited longer for the paint to try: flapping his wings carefully, airing them and drying them faster. he felt the drip of too much pain along one of his horns and smiled a grateful smile.

the paint was clumsy, and think in spots. itched along his feathers and spine all the while but he grinned bashful, watching his brother with hope in his eyes- and felt utterly powerless in front of it. "[glow=grey,2,300]of course i love it, you made it, didn't you?[/glow]" and law let out a bark of laughter that he hoped would ease his brother, bright yellow eyes watching pola admire her own work. "[glow=grey,2,300]hmm, i love the idea of making this permanet, but i fell my mothers would have some objections...[/glow]" the creature hummed, playfully watching love for a moment before he growled out playfully "[glow=grey,2,300]now! i think it's only fair we each get a try to painting something on you![/glow]"

the creature would claw a small vial of purple and white paint towards him; watching his brother try to get out of his latest comment, if he didn't- well, that's where the shenanigans came in, hmm?

[color=transparent] [w]isker

[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]The dark doesn't frighten me[/glow]

[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]I chose to close my eyes; it is mine[/glow]

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