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Statuses are sometimes the most relatable things ever- until they talk about kneecaps
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Building a guide to engaging roleplay! Need people to interview. If you want to, PM me! Input would be a great help! :)
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
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My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.

Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!

I talk too much sometimes, sorry



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He nods.

"It'll be a great way to meet the pack. Besides, my cave will be empty since I have to watch Cicero and make sure she behaves," he replies.
He sighs.

"Alright, thank you. You should come and sleep in the den tonight," he says.
She glares, shaking her head.

"My friends are not pets," she takes a step forward, "Drop the blaster and we won't have a problem."

Both wolves fall into spots beside her, growling and occasionally barking at her.
As a response to the blaster fire, the brown wolf ducks away then stands taller, snarling. His sharp wolf fangs are visible, but he does not attack. He has been ordered not to follow, but he wants to so badly, and it's clear in his stance. He steps forward, lowering his head as if to attack. His claws click on the tiled floor as he pads up the staircase to stand in front of Vishu. But he stops as a voice calls out.

"Brown! There you are!" It's Kissimi, with the white wolf standing beside her wearing a customized saddle bag perfect for shopping.
The brown wolf does not move, simply watching Vishu. for a moment before making his way towards the door and scratching at it with pleading whimpers. Now that he knows Vishu has a sister, he knows what Kissimi would want him to do...and he always does as Kissimi orders.

Meanwhile, Kissimi has gone into the local market to restock on supplies, flanked by her white wolf.
He nods, also slightly confused.

"I see."
He leads you outside then turns to you.

"You don't want the position, do you?" He asks, knowing what your answer will be.
Cicero knows that Rowan will not object, but he will not support her answer. She knows he won't take replacing Kiara lightly, even if he doesn't speak of it as replacement.

Rowan blinks slowly, nodding just as slowly.

"I will think about it. Take your rest, little one. We will speak again later. Akuji, a moment," he nods to you, standing and indicating for you to follow.
Rowan has composed himself rather quickly compaired to the still seemingly broken Cicero. He sighs.

"One question before you can rest, young one. Who should take her place?" he asks Cicero.

Cicero lifts her head and looks dead at you.

"Akuji should."
After a while of convincing, Cicero speaks once more.

"Kiara. She's dead," She whispers.

Istantly, Rowan stiffens. Now he understands why Cicero had taken so long to share the information. Grief flicks across his face butis replaced by blank emptiness.
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