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Persona: Shackled Paradise takes place in the impressive Mosaic City (found on the Chinese Coast), known for being the crossroads between different nations. As such, many different races are found here. The city itself is quite large. (for reference, about 8x larger than Tatsumi Port Island, the Persona 3 area) In fact, it is a large tourist attraction with quite a few places to go for enjoyment. Needless to say, it's quite the place to live.
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i was going to just pop into the cbox and say this but i decided to be more official so...
i told you guys i'd get my posts in this week or this weekend or w/e but that is clearly NOT HAPPENING. i think at this point it's realistic that i won't be able to post until school ends which is mid-May. i have a million papers due (okay, like 4...) but it's going to be taking up all of my time so I'M REALLY SORRY but i promise i'll miss you guys the entire time and i'll be back AS SOON AS SCHOOL ENDS <3
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Post by ◊ MISS POLICE on Apr 17, 2014 16:29:41 GMT -8
CEDARSTAR (in lieu of Ash)
Cedarstar hadn't thought the situation could have gotten any worse than it already was, but as always, he was wrong. He had hoped, desperately, that Riskflight would have the sense to stay in the Nursery, but he supposed that was too much to ask for. That was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her in the first place, after all - her blatant disregard for danger - but sometimes he thought he'd have happily given up one of his lives for her to be a little less blatant. This was one of those times. When the leader saw his mate, her belly swollen with their kits, he felt his blood run cold. It turned him to ice as he realized she had pinned down a ShadowClan apprentice, and then that Icepath had turned away at the apprentice's cries for help. He recognized the look in Icepath's eyes as the ShadowClanner fixed his attention on the other side of camp, and he was suddenly too angry and terrified to say anything that would persuade the deputy elsewhere. When Icepath began to move, Cedarstar was frozen to the spot even as his instincts screamed at him to go after the deputy. Icepath's words were distant, but the tone was what Cedarstar was suddenly concerned about. That much anger couldn't end well for anybody.
Well, he had tried reason. "Don't you dare," Cedarstar bellowed, feeling himself thaw with the sudden force of all the suppressed anger and frustration flowing over. Riskflight had instigated the attack, but all personal connections aside, Icepath was apparently wiling to go against the warrior code. It was such a violation of everything the Clans held dear that it took Cedarstar's breath away. "Has ShadowClan lost all honor from this sickness?" Cedarstar shouted after Icepath, lunging in the wake of the deputy. He had wanted to avoid physical conflict, but if it was the only way the ShadowClanners would get the message, then physical conflict it would have to be. His claws, entirely unsheathed now, tore at the ground as he propelled himself after the deputy. "Surely not even you would stoop so low as to-" he stopped abruptly as he skidded to a halt. A snarling gray and black tom had just jumped in front of him, blocking his path. Another ShadowClanner - Silentstrike, wasn't it? There was something important about this tom, but Cedarstar couldn't place it.
"I don't want to hurt you," the leader spat at the ShadowClan warrior, who looked even more frail than Icepath had. At full strength Silentstrike wasn't capable of matching up to the physique of the ThunderClan leader, and weakened by illness, it wouldn't even be a fair fight. "Get out of my way." He raised a paw threateningly, making it clear he wasn't afraid of using force. "Are you really so blind that you follow your deputy even into this?" And then the fact he couldn't remembered made its way into his conscious. "Aren't you Hollowstar's brother?" Cedarstar asked in disgust, actually pulling his paw away in revulsion. "The illness has entirely corrupted your Clan." With both Hollowstar's brother and her deputy here, there was no way this wasn't a sanctioned attack, even though reason told him otherwise. But Cedarstar couldn't believe, at least not right now, that ShadowClan would be willing to splinter their Clan by attacking unprovoked like this. "Very well. Restrain him," he barked at a nearby warrior, and slammed one paw into Silentstrike's shoulder. He didn't wait to see if the blow had knocked over the warrior, just jumped straight over him, hitting the ground running.
He tackled into Icepath's back with the intention of knocking him off his path, just enough so that he was able to reach Riskflight before him. The apprentice had darted away, back towards Icepath, and Cedarstar planted himself so he was facing off with Icepath again. "I'm done with this," he snarled. "Get your warriors out of my Clan before I make you."
Her words were just as brittle to Whiplash as his words had seemed to her, though if he had known she thought he was good at retorts he would have been flattered and mollified. Whiplash's comebacks left a great deal to be desired; he was no quick thinker and no eloquent speaker, but what he lacked in those areas was made up by the unalterable truth (or his version of it, anyways) in his words. Whiplash never said anything he didn't mean. Then again, any phrase was made a million times more painful when it was spoken between two individuals who had once been in love, or at least something close to it. Betrayal had a habit of getting past all defenses, and bitterness was hard to hide in tone. "You are a rogue," said Whiplash, eyes narrowing. His world was a black and white one, where purposeful intrusion onto Clan land was like appearing in camp one day and asking for trouble. Whether or not she still believed in StarClan was irrelevant; what mattered was that she had left, and that she was now trespassing. "Like it or not, this is Clan land, and you made the decision that makes you no longer welcome here. We will deal with you as RiverClan deals with all intruders." Technically, bringing her back to camp wasn't standard procedure - it was more of a first offense chase-off kind of thing - but Whiplash felt that circumstances were extenuating and unique enough that nobody would mind. He was certain Heatherstar, at least, would want to speak to Cascade, if only to discuss what the latter had and had not been saying during her time as a rogue.
Not that Whiplash truly believed Cascade had been a 'loose woman.' That was a little too painful to consider for long, and besides, even he knew it was blatantly false (and utterly disrespectful and rude). But the thought lurked in his mind, fully-formed but barely awake, and it offered Whiplash a kind of insurance, a sort of protection of moral righteousness that he couldn't afford to lose when he was dealing with her. Not now. Not after so long. And she seemed so sick - but that was another thought he bit back fiercely, because it came with a softening that ran parallel to things he couldn't afford, and Whiplash schooled his face into a mask so violently impassive he might as well have spoken aloud the conflict taking place inside him. The impassivity didn't last long; Whiplash ran too hot-blooded for that, and besides, her words surprised him. They always had had the power to do that. Some things, he supposed, never changed. "You gave back your lives?" He didn't quite reel, but he fell into silence as he absorbed that piece of information, as he turned it over and over again in his brain. For some reason, he felt hurt, pain he had long since sealed away resurfacing and reminding him of the devastation that had followed after her departure. It was a little shocking, objectively speaking. He hadn't known he was capable of holding out hope for so long. Her giving back of lives, though, was all he needed for the hope he had carried with him through all these moons to be finally extinguished; she had truly, then, renounced the Clan, renounced her life, renounced everything, renounced him. And he felt like an idiot that he had ever thought otherwise. As if StarClan would have given Amberstar and Heatherstar their lives if Cascade had not given up hers!
His voice is oddly empty when he speaks. "Oh-" he begins. How ironic that it was her appearance that caused the dissolution of the hope he had carried. One would have thought, based off the tried and true cliches of romanticism, that it would have been the other way around; her appearance would have given him hope, or perhaps his hope would have caused her appearance. But he supposed that relationships didn't really work like that. They never had, not for him. "- I think you'll find that I can." He flashed her a tight, brittle smile, one that didn't reach his eyes - or the corners of his mouth, for that matter. "I'll leave you some self-respect in how you decide to go about it, though. Would you like me to drag you kicking and screaming behind me, or would you rather come of your own accord, with your dignity preserved?" He made a point of looking at her appearance, at the scrawniness of her form and the raggedness of her pelt, the way curves of bone defined her features like they never had before. The more he looks, the more this Cascade is different (although, of course, always far too much the same) from the one that he knew. He clings to the idea, even though he knows a single well-placed touch will shatter it; but Whiplash is nothing if not tenacious. "For what it's worth-" and he's not quite sure why he adds this, only maybe his disillusionment is getting the better of him, finally, for all the control that he's been trying to exert, "- nobody in RiverClan will want to keep you for long."
carpmask felt the black tom come near and sit with him at the river, still playing jokes at featherstep. a smile adorned the golden tom's own face, finding amusement in today's patrol. "i'm sure heatherstar would be quite cross with us if we missed any shadowclan or windclan antics in favor of a water vole." carpmask nodded, standing up to stretch his legs and put him mind at ease. if they didn't make sure that shadowclan and windclan were out of their territory, it could mean trouble for the clan, including minkstep. he didn't want harm to come her way and it scared him a bit to think that she would.
"yes, well, shadowclan and windclan have been keeping to themselves lately."
carpmask stared at her like she was an idiot. didn't she keep up at all? "if you haven't noticed, shadowclan and windclan are a bit ... tied up." he meowed knowingly. most of the cats had seen and heard what had happened. "shadowclan will be wanting our prey, they hardly have anything else to begin with. and windclan is closer to us than any other clan is." he could remember smelling the smoke from the warriors den. was she just not in camp that day or something? and even then, surely she would have noticed right? "what with shadow's limitations and the destruction that occurred on the moor, both clans will most likely show up eventually."
driftwood had turned to him smiling, giving a wink. he hardly had seen the tom do that sort of thing before, but he had hardly spent any time with some of his clan mates. "yes, it would appear so. she didn't even hear me coming, did she? must be first-time jitters." that's right, he remembered. featherstep was much younger than the two of them, just becoming a warrior not too long ago. how she managed to get in for leading a patrol was beyond him. heatherstar must be nuts today or something. that or sleetstorm had something to do with it. he thought, giving the she-cat a queer look.
he turned back to the river for a moment, watching as the fish moved around in the waves. he shot a paw out, hooked a small pike with irony, and killed it with a swift bite while being slapped in the face with its tail. "look, we need to decide on what we are doing. else we will just be sitting here messing around." he meowed with a wink to driftwood as well. "wouldn't want to embarrass yourself to heatherstar when we get back. do you?" his tail flicked playfully. "your first time as head of patrol and you mess it up by taking all day." he motioned in the direction of the clan borders. "maybe we could patrol and then come back and grab some prey. last i saw, the fresh kill pile was pretty bare."
Post by [:R.i.p.p.l.e.s:] on Apr 16, 2014 16:57:21 GMT -8
SYMPATHY TUGGED AT THE BRONZE TOM’S HEART as he tried to push the thoughts of dying cats from his mind. He knew the pain of losing one’s kin, and he knew that it didn’t matter which clan you were from. As he thought of what the sad little apprentice must be going through, thoughts of this kind of destruction reaching his own clan crept into his mind; ThunderClan ravaged by illness, his mother’s body thin and gasping, the strongest warriors barely standing, all because of an invisible evil that no one could see or control. It was not ShadowClan’s fault that they had been the unlucky ones to come into contact with the disease first. It could have happened to anyone, and ThunderClan was lucky that it had not been them. He wanted to invite the cat to curl up in the safety of his gaze, to catch her a decent meal and send her on her way with herbs that may not cure but could at least help soothe the collective pain of her clan. He dared not betray these feelings to either cat present. He had to be strong in his conviction, and he wasn’t going to get anywhere by seeming disloyal to his clan.
THOUGH IT MIGHT BE ACCURATE, Scorchedfrost thought to himself as he remembered his love across the river. Almost more painful than the thought of his own clan in shambles was the idea that it could have happened to Gingertail in RiverClan. What would he do if she one day fell ill? What would he do if she died of sickness or in battle? He wouldn’t even be allowed to sit vigil for her, at least not with those who she knew and loved; he realized with a pang that she did not know the cats who were important to her in the same way that she had never met the family and friends who meant so much to him. As he imagined her sick or injured he felt himself growing ruffled and nervous, and he immediately took steps to hide the feelings. He could not be thinking about his torn loyalties now; he had to be strong, he had to be firm, and he had to speak like a loyal ThunderClan warrior and tell the intruding apprentice to get off of his territory or he was going to make her regret trespassing in the first place.
SMOKEDANCER HAD COME DOWN definitively on the side that they would not show sympathy to the young cat, and seemed much surer of herself than Scorchedfrost. He should be loyal. He should think only of his clan, not of the circumstances that made him wish to break the code that he had been taught to live by since before he could walk or speak or see. He had no good reason to think disloyal thoughts or wishes to leave the clan; he had friends in ThunderClan, he had family; his mother lived there, his father had died there, and he was generally well liked by his clan mates. He had to act accordingly. He couldn’t go back to the clan and have Smokedancer tell Cedarstar that he hadn’t been able to defend her from a sick, thieving apprentice. It would reflect poorly on him and call into question his loyalties, a consequence which he could not afford in the midst of his sneaking off to rendezvous with a she-cat from another clan. He would be firm, and he would chase out the intruder. She had her kill, she could take it, but he would not be caught off guard in his own home.
HE PUSHED DOWN HIS SYMPATHY AS HE STEPPED FORWARD, baring his teeth at the intruder. That’s all she is, he thought to himself, an intruder who must be reminded that she is not welcome here, that she was never welcomed here, and that she will be forcefully removed if necessary. “We cannot tolerate your presence here any longer. You have already taken what is not yours and agitated the relationship of our clans in the process. You need to leave now, or I will be required to remove you with force, which I would rather avoid, considering your small and vulnerable state.” His voice was emotionless as he let the harsh words fall from his mouth. He felt robotic as he said them, as though they were a script that he had read instead of words that came from his heart, that had feeling or sympathy or had ever loved another cat or put himself in someone else’s shoes. He stood firm and tall, his stance confident. His seafoam eyes bore into the young apprentice, who had gone from angry to pleading in a matter of moments, not betraying his true wish to help her.
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Post by [:R.i.p.p.l.e.s:] on Apr 16, 2014 16:31:07 GMT -8
HE COULD NOT FIGHT THE URGE TO PRESS INTO HER, even if he had wished or tried to. The sweet feeling of her fur against his gave him goose bumps, and any part of him that remembered that these meetings were illegal, that they were breaking the warrior code by seeing and wanting one another, that there could be serious consequences to their actions and that for the good of both of their clans they ought to stop seeing each other before things became serious, slipped away. Anything, he thought, that felt this good could not possibly be wrong. Maybe the warrior code was wrong, the values that his parents and his clan had instilled in him since before he could remember. Maybe the world as he had learned it was topsy-turvy and mixed up and the only thing that was right was this. The rest of the world could be wrong, but this, he knew, had to be right.
AS THE DAZZLING LIGHT GLEAMED IN HER BRIGHT EYES, he felt himself carried away in the moment and hardly remembered to listen as she began to speak to him- the message was one of his own heart, however. He wished that they were a part of the same clan every day, of the same world, that their romance could be boring and easy and he could take her home to his mother and celebrate their family and raise their kits together. His mind raced ahead of the present into imagining a perfect future with her, a future where they could be together in bliss forever. He wouldn’t have noticed her concern had it not been for the change of tone in her perfectly melodious voice, a change that pulled him back down to the reality of the situation; that he was ThunderClan, and she was RiverClan, and that it would not change any time soon.
HER QUESTION ABOUT THE SHADOWCLANNERS SURPRISED HIM; he was not sure if she had heard about the attack on ThunderClan from a patrol, but he could remember the conflict clearly in his mind. He could still smell the scent of sick cats that permeated his nostrils, bitter and unappealing, and see and feel the fur that seemed to hang off their poorly nourished bodies and left one to wonder what muscle they had left. He remembered digging his claws into the warrior Sootstreak, who seemed to be only a bag of fur and bones, and chasing off an eager apprentice who didn’t look as though she’d eaten in weeks. He remembered his encounter with another apprentice, a thief, in the forest with Smokedancer, the medicine cat. He felt sympathy for ShadowClan; it wasn’t their fault that they had contracted the mysterious illness, but he knew that if he could avoid getting it, he certainly would.
“THERE WAS A LITTLE SKIRMISH, BUT NO ONE WAS INJURED OR INFECTED.” He mewed, not mentioning that the so-called skirmish had actually been a full-on attack on the camp. It was better to keep it soft and safe. She seemed worried about him, and he didn’t want her to brood over his safety when he knew everything was fine. No one from ThunderClan had fallen ill even after the cats had attacked, and they were not able to do much damage in their weakened state. He then spoke to assuage her worries. “There’s really no reason to worry about me; ThunderClan is strong and even if we were attacked by ShadowClan, we could fight them off. They don’t pose any real threats.” He mewed, trying to reassure her. “I would be more worried about finding me drowned in the river, if I were you” he mewed, reminding her of how they’d first met. He could still feel the icy water that she’d pulled him from. They wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t saved him from a frozen, watery grave; he silently wondered to himself if that was a good thing, but looking into her eyes, he knew that it was.
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featherstep knows she cannot let it show how frustrated she is. okay, so perhaps she asked for it; she shouldn't have expected to take over the patrol without receiving some kind of retaliation in turn. still, it feels like she's being pressed on all sides by both tomcats. she flicks her tail, just barely betraying her true feelings, before allowing herself to lie still for a second. she is still young. too young, and shouldn't she be focusing on being a better warrior rather than antagonizing the older ones? she kicks dirt with a single paw, averting her eyes from driftwood for a second.
"yes, well," she mutters, and for a split second she forgets to be angry. "shadowclan and windclan have been keeping to themselves lately." it's not a lie, but it's not an excuse either. with some longing featherstep gazes at the water, and she forgets herself, just a little. she forgets to be a warrior. instead, she's back to being a fiery, bickering apprentice, being cuffed over the ears with big paws when she loses her way or makes a mistake. her ears burn hotly, and she decides not to focus on it.
featherstep meets driftwood's eyes again, and this time she is defiant and determined. "i'm sure you have better ideas, then." she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right, but sometimes, in rare moments of clarity, featherstep understands when to give up power to an older, experienced warrior. this is one of those times. she shouldn't have expected to be able to lead the patrol -- that was foolish. foolish thinking, and she doesn't want to be foolish. she's not a damned apprentice anymore.
as for carpmask -- featherstep barely pays him any attention. it doesn't bother her that he participates in antagonizing. for some reason, whenever driftwood is around, a war begins inside of her and he has a way of making the whole world disappear. it's not a good thing. she'd rather him never be around at all, always taking up all her focus with his quick wit, matching hers. she's tired of being subordinate. he always tends to make her feel that way. featherstep catches herself before she unsheathes her claws in the dirt, sure that it would send off the wrong message, give away how utterly annoyed she's feeling. she can't let him know, of course. she still has some decency.
aster's fur bristled with irritation at the tom's blatant arrogance. he would show gemini that he could do anything that he could do. but if he thought that it would make him leave sooner, he was wrong. smirking, he sat down neatly and waited for the white tom cat to begin as he was ... digging through the ... trash. aster stared at him, wondering what the hell he was doing. "what, am i gonna catch a tissue?" he meowed, but it seemed as though gem had not heard him, or just didn't care, and continued going about the pile of trash before he turned back around with something in his mouth. the little black tom tried to see what it was and when he learned that it was only a ball of paper, aster's jaw fell hard.
"that is your prey. it will keep you alive for the next two days at least. i am going to take it. don't let me." was he serious? he couldn't help but look at his protector as if he was stupid, but he pushed the feelings aside and stood to a slight crouch. "do whatever you think most effective. fight or flee, whatever will keep me from getting that prey." his claws grabbed at the ground just at the same time as gem had told him to keep them in. "are you kidding me?" he asked. "how am i suppose to fight without claws?" he raised an eye, looking at the tom suspiciously. "i don't feel like shedding any blood tonight." aster frowned, there was no surprise there he supposed. and he really didn't feel like having wounds today anyways.
now aster had no experience in a lot of things, but the way he viewed the world was much different that that of others, including when he studied things. he never took his blue eyes of gem, watching the tom's movements as if they were his own. and then gem lurched forward for the paper. aster just stood there for a moment, trying to calculate the best way to do this but instead he ran behind gem and grabbed his tail in his paws. he wasn't really sure what he would do, but he decided to wait for the tom to turn around and attempt to grab him.
in a way, he felt like he was back at home. like his home life had never ended. it was him and marigold, not gem, that he was with, playing a game of pounce while their mother watched from a distance, their father just coming home from a night out on the town. sometimes he helped other cats and sometimes he just went because he could. aster was never allowed past the fence. not till he had met gemini. he focused on the task at hand once more, skirting around the tom's body and throwing all his weight into the larger tom's side. of course, he would make a dent there, but it was worth a lot more to him than just sitting there and holding a tail, which was soft and lush if he might add. he went to reach for the wad of paper with an outstretched claw, hoping that he might actually be able to snag it from the tom cat. and then what? run away? hide? he wasn't really sure.