SHOW STOPPER | 4TH PARTY INVITE

[BASTILLEPAW]

I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD

Tanglewood was his last stop, and therefore he actually stuck around for a few moments as opposed to just throwing the news at a random NPC and carrying on. He needed to warn Beck not to be an asshole, anyways. Bast waited idly with a yawn, before drawling, ”Come out, come out, where ever you are. Got a party for you, Becky, but only if you agree to be nice.” Pinch would be there, in theory, so shit could only go terribly.

PARTY PARTY PARTY

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[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[beck.]

    It was hard not to be an asshole when you had been around as long as Beck had. How long was it now? Definitely not a number he could count on fingers, that was for sure. Maybe half of a century, but that was a vague estimation. Spending decades isolated and bitter sculpted a hostile jackass, and everyone around the boy would have to face the consequences.

    He didn't anticipate an invitation. Nor did he really expect a creature waiting at the border. Paranoia was lessening its primitive grip around his brain the mire he settled and the more people there were around that could defend him. Beck was far from the edges of territory while Bastille assumed he spent every hour lurking and waiting. The poltergeist had things to do, after all. Still, breaking news of a foreign scent carried on the wind and passed around as gossip didn't take long to reach him.

    Masking his disgust towards Bastille with a coldly indifferent expression, the raggedy feline stalked out from the brambles not long after Vigenere, ears flicking backwards as he caught up to the conversation. Ew, parties. Beck scoffed lightly, then shrugged his bony shoulders in defeat when Vigenere accepted. "Yeah, they all can go, I guess. But don't expect me to show up; I ain't goin', and ya can't make me," the commander sneered, spitting chemical cleaner at Bastille's feet before turning on his muddy heel and preparing to creep away.

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[Morgan]

Morgan cleared his throat just after Vigenere spoke, stepping up next to the yellow Proxy. "I'm not Beck either, but I can assure you that we'll be there." Once the apparition spoke, the samoyed sighed and whispered, "Someday..." He shrugged and turned back toward Vigenere. "How exciting, Vigenere! A party!"

(lol this was so late I'm sorry)