THERE'S AN ART TO LIFE'S DISTRACTIONS / JOINING

[Ilijas]

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[b][color=gray]"Where... Where am I?"

Dark eyes would blink once, twice, three times before they adjusted to the harsh sunlight that now fell over his form, illuminating the steely silvers in his otherwise gray pelt. He would flex his paws tentatively, feeling claws escape and return to their sheathe, before hesitantly stretching out his limbs. This wasn't a body he was familiar with, he knew that much, but as he racked his brain for any semblance of his previous life, he found nothing. It seemed that his mind had somehow succeeded in being scrambled and the young male, slightly distressed at that thought, slid back into a sitting position to ponder his situation.

[color=gray]"Ilijas M.," He murmured contemplatively to himself, idly wondering what on earth the 'M' in his name stood for. Michael? Martin? Morgan? The possibilities were endless and the tom was forced to resign to not knowing. [color=gray]"I perished at the hands of some unknown entity but now I'm back," He continued aloud. There was something else too- the face of a girl who made his heart flutter in his chest. Who... Who was she? And why was she one of the only things he could recall?

Frustrated now, Ilijas dismissed his disoriented thoughts in favor of scanning the area he currently occupied. There was nothing but a heavy scent that indicated some border of sorts and it mingled freely with the almost overwhelming smell of the sea. Interesting, he thought, lips twisting into a frown. Of all the places to wake up suddenly from what could only be presumed as death, why here? What was this place's significance?

Frankly, it appeared that the young man had more questions than answers. For some reason, he disliked that feeling greatly. There was a certain weakness that could be found in not knowing and Ilijas was confident in saying that he was not weak. In even the slightest. Perhaps someone would come across him and at least share with him the name of the group he sat on the border of. Perhaps someone would not. It didn't matter to him either way.

(just for reference, his name is pronounced e-lee-ah!)

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

SO NOTORIOUS !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. CREW MATE.

Caesar probably would've hated to been in Ilija's position. Just like him, Caesar was not a fan of not knowing things. To be out of the loop was to be in danger, so to speak, which was why Caesar tended to lurk everywhere. He liked knowing what was going on around here and why. It gave him a sense of security, a sense of purpose.

Caesar had gotten used to checking up on the borders for anybody unfamiliar around, since joiners seemed to be a common thing nowadays. Or outright crossing the borders, one of the two. "You have a name and reason for being here, pal?" The demon spoke, having not heard Ilija speak to himself before.

#psychosocial.

[Ilijas]

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Ilijas gazed at the demon with what only could be described as mistrusting eyes, lips still set into that contemplative frown of his. There was something familiar about this situation and the young man, even more perplexed now, only had to sigh and dismiss the whirlwind of thoughts that occupied his mind, knowing that this was hardly the time and place to dissect them as thoroughly as he wished. Besides, Ceasar had asked something of him and he, ever the gentleman, could simply not let that go ignored. [b][color=gray]"My name is Ilijas," He began quietly, his rich, accented voice betraying his internal confusion, [color=gray]"And admittedly, I just woke up upon your border."

Ilijas was a man of his word and had always been of the thought that he would get nowhere if he was deceitful or lied. He supposed that he wasn't doing anything wrong either- as far as he was concerned, there was no unsung rule that you couldn't wake up on the border of some unfamiliar group. [color=gray]"What is this place?" He continued, dark eyes once more sweeping the mostly mundane area that he and Caesar currently found themselves within, [color=gray]"And is joining an option?" He felt as if he had no other choice but to  join whatever group lived here; he didn't know who he was or where he could go otherwise.

Stifling another sigh, Ilijas perked his grey ears and awaited a response. Surely they wouldn't turn him away? But what was he to do if they did? Pursue the girl from his memory? That is an unwise decision, Ilijas. Pursue yourself, first, his mind carefully instructed.

He supposed that he just had to hope that they would admit him into (unbeknownst to him) the Typhoon. 

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

SO NOTORIOUS !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. CREW MATE.

Now that's where Caesar and Ilijas differed; Caesar would, by any means, use deceit and lies to get through things. It just how life was; you had to lie to get by. Hell, Caesar was even lying to himself about things. Caesar snorted in response to how Iljas stated he just ended up at the border. "This place is called The Typhoon." He replied. "I guess you can join." Wasn't like he could deny the guy, right? "Caesar Cipher's the name, by the way."

#psychosocial.

[guts]

It hadn't been long since Greed himself had found himself waking up near the Typhoon, unsure of who he was. But it didn't take him long to remember, unlike Ilijas. He couldn't run from his ambitions, even if he tried. With his high-sighted goals, he would definitely agree with Caesar, manipulation sometimes being the only thing to get what you want. Or just brute force.

The panther showed up shortly after, a grin on his maw. He peers at the newcomer through his tinted shades before going on to introduce himself. "Yo. I'm Greed," then he takes a seat and curls his tail around his paws. Someone more experienced would probably come along soon and offer a tour, as they had to him.

"SPEECH"

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[lilyspoise]

There are many names in history

but none of them are ours.

lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ tags

Lilyspoise didn't wake up on the border-- she brought herself here. It was after she lost her old group, when the islands fell apart, and she turned to a life of killing. She initially called it survival -- and it was, to an extent -- but then it just... grew. It malformed itself; metastasized into something malignant. She could go on and on about how it started, how it developed, but it always came down to the same end result: she was a killer.
She did this to herself.

"Lilyspoise." The tabby said upon approaching, speaking softer. She was more tired as of late. She'd messed up majorly and could hardly consider herself a proper healer -- at least, not now -- so she'd slipped back into malicious practices. She began to study old books she found in the Jungle Temple about potion brewing, types of magics, voodoo, and so much more. There was more studying to do-- more practices to learn that, if she played her cards right, she might be able to use it to help others. However, for now, she was self-administering potions to see their effects, and it was... not pleasant. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

// i say this as if i ever proofread anything but: proofreading who?