The Flox Clubhouse [formal]

[rem sleep]

" Welcome to the Clubhouse! "

Castiel
| Bow Tie | Male |Flustered / Calm | Bio | | Tagged ;; Sugar, Agatha |
Castiel was slightly caught off guard when the new flower crown called out to them and disrupted the gentle silence that'd fallen between them, though he didn't mind too much. He listened intently as the others spoke, Sugar and the so far nameless flower crown. He was only more surprised when he felt Sugar's paws grasp around one of his four horns, to which his fur stood on end. Get off, he thought to himself with a hint of aggression, though it was over as soon as it'd started and Castiel let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He detested being 'touched' by others unless absolutely necessary- he didn't see the purpose in sullying his fine coat with the germs or contact of others. Donovan was rather surprised when a paw tapped his forehead- though he didn't mind, he just went quickly back to idly observing the conversation, it was't as if he'd something better to be doing. Cas didn't mind the talk of Virtue and Corrupt- after all he wasn't a blazing competitive like Valerie or any of the rest, he was more mellow about the whole situation. It was then he heard the flower crown pipe up, Agatha... He thought to himself. Generally an odd name but… it fits. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, and he allowed it to showcase without trying to hide it away as he commonly did.

He couldn't help but wonder what Agatha was talking about when she mentioned the context of 'princess' being past tense- after all something like that doesn't simply cease or fade- it's a lasting bond of blood. He hadn't thought of any of these flox being royalty- though knowing Agatha was at one time made him slightly more comfortable being around her, as he could assume she wouldn't be the type to randomly reach out and, per se, grab his horns. " I have to agree with Agatha, I think your physique would flatter a Virtuous horn. " Castiel chimed in when he heard Agatha's response. He might've been spacing out there for a time- but he certainly wouldn't admit to it. " As for Agatha- I think your single horn flatters you as well. " Another small smile. What is it with me today? He thought to himself, generally the smiles are false but... He lost his train of thought when again he heard Agatha's voice.

Why yes, my name is Castiel- however I hadn't the knowledge that I was suddenly "famed". He chuckled lightheartedly, somewhat amused by the concept.


Solomon
| Vampire | Male | Curious | Bio | | Tagged ;; Killain, Sirius |
Solomon had just finished his thought when another floc had come bursting into the room with an energy… somewhat unfitting for the mellow, relaxing room. The floc looked to be a Virtuous glitter- and his blue pelt flattered the sparkles well. It was quite hard to miss the large, single horn atop his head. " Why hello there, stranger. " Solomon greeted, somewhat musingly- after all he had yet to learn this floc's name though the conversational level between the pair was already rather calm and easygoing for a pair who'd just met. Solomon felt a bit disappointed that the other floc had barged in- after all it'd interrupted what was going to be quite a interesting discussion. He figured he probably wouldn't be able to hear Killian's story now, which did make him a bit upset- however he figured that perhaps simply entertaining the company he was given was the best way to go about this. I wouldn't have to worry about entertaining company if I'd staid at home. Solomon thought to himself, somewhat aggressively. After all he wasn't much one for socializing. His thoughts were interrupted by a continuation of the Virtue's greeting. " Clue? " Solomon furrowed a brow, tilted his head slight to showcase his obvious confusion. " I think some flox were talking about playing in the library- however it's yet to be built. So my gamble would be no. " However internally his thoughts were more along the line of, What's this Clue game everyone keeps talking about? I wonder why everyone's so obsessed with it...


Shinigami
| Plague | Male [ ? ] | Distressed | Bio | | Tagged ;; Massak, Bice |
Shin continued to dig in the blocks while the other flox spoke- however he wasn't finding anything at all! Surely he couldn't have lost it hiding in the pile- perhaps it was when the Awakened fellow had ever so rudely stomped on his tail, but at the moment how was irrelevant so much as where. Shinigami almost hadn't noticed when he was thrown into the fray of conversation- he looked up to make a faint nod at Bice's question- and quickly found a save place to hide as blocks became airborne. He hid behind a pre made wall of blocks, conveniently created by Bice's harsh tossing, and sheepishly peeked his head out when Bice was out of blocks to fling. Nervously he slipped over to the area where the boxes had been- but alas he couldn't find his name tag. He surveyed he floor several times, pawing back and forth tensely along the tiled surface- however it didn't change the fact that there simply wasn't the paper to be found. Shin surely didn't want to converse aloud with them- for sheer fear of their reactions, as he had with most other flox. In fact there was only one floc who'd truly heard his voice without a negative reaction of some calibur- and even then it was dicey. Shinigami thought back, however the door to the main desk where he'd gotten his tag was locked so flox couldn't get out, and it didn't seem there was any place in this vast building that'd have such a thing. Shin sat, his head lowered and his ears back, eyeing the floor as if somehow it might will the name tag back into existence.

[Temperance.]

[ bio | prompt | tags; Solomon, Sirius ]

❝ Please be advised, your Captain has arrived ❞

Killian listened with avid interest as Solomon spoke, nodding his head faintly as the story progressed. Though he himself had never been desperate enough to wish for a keyholder, during his travels he had seen many of his brethren looking forlorn enough to make such a thing a viable solution. Yet the fact that this impressive looking vampire would have felt that need seemed rather strange, from what Killian had observed these masters of the night made formidable foes, a powerful species that was more in line with dominion than submission. Regardless of Killian's own personal experiences, it seemed interesting to him that this particular Floc would show no annoyance at his "captive" state, even though the reasoning behind it was admittedly sound.

Deciding to save his more probing questions for later, not wanting to anger Solomon into leaving or holding a grudge for some impertinence on his side, Killian nodded and let out a slight chuckle at the fondness with which the vampire spoke of his keyholder. "My experience with keyholders has been a little less pleasant than yours I think." He said calmly, fluttering his wings as the memories took hold, his tone turning brooding and a bit dark as he continued. "I've had two keyholders in my life thus far, and the first...well, my memories of him aren't particularly fond." Killian murmured, not wanting to dwell on thoughts of that nature, shaking himself off instead and giving his head a shake. "My current keyholder is quite sweet though. Katarina, a nice enough girl, though she has her infuriating moments as well." A slight smile twitched across Killian's countenance at the thought of her, despite his tendency to speak somewhat coldly of her, Killian truly was very fond of his keyholder.

Solomon's question as to Killian's past and how he had met his keyholder was a long and interesting tale, though one that Killian wasn't entirely sure he wished to share, all the same he was willing to hazard telling the tale to this Floc. Solomon seemed to be reserved and intelligent enough to not repeat the story to any wayward soul as gossip, a fact which Killian appreciated. "Ah well-" He began, but before he could truly delve into any aspect of his own past, the door to the lounge flew open and a virtuous Sparkle Floc barged in upon their conversation. Growing immediately silent Killian stared a little resentfully at the newcomer, he wasn't overly fond of being interrupted.

The question the Sparkle Floc put forth to them was met with further annoyance by Killian. An interruption merely for the sake of asking after some idiotic game? Not one to hold his tongue Killian nearly harangued the poor newcomer on the evils of disturbing others and the idiocy of games. Thankfully Solomon spoke first, saving the Sparkle from experiencing Killian's wrath. With the question answered he hoped that the blue Floc would leave, and turned dismissively away from the Floc to refocus on Solomon. Yet with his mood soured Killian found he no longer felt like sharing his long and complicated history, and instead he changed the subject. "So what do you enjoy doing in your spare time Solomon?" He queried, emphasizing the name of the other Floc to hopefully make clear to the interloper that he was unwelcome here.

Secretly Killian was hoping that there was a mischief-making soul hidden away within the serious confines of the Vampire... for when Killian wasn't perpetuating his identity as a gentleman...he was busy playing pranks and causing all manner of damage to everything that he could (apart from living beings naturally).

[Xhat]

Sometimes, it's just great to meet new people.

Name ;; Élégante
Gender ;; Female
Type ;; Butterfly
Doing ;; Playing with Puzzle
Tagged ;; Massak, Bice, Shinigami

Bio + Prompt

The little butterfly floc known as Élégante sat as patiently as she could, not uttering a word to her key-holder in fear of distracting them from driving. She couldn't help but let a satisfied smile take over her features when a large building came into view. As the bright orange jeep pulled to a stop in front of the structure, Élégante was quick to unlock her door and hop out. Levitating when she was centimetres away from the ground, the Floc waited until her key-holder was at the doors to actually follow her in the building. "Okay Élégante, this is where I leave you," her key-holder, Xhat, began. "Just sign the book over there, and make sure to be good, and you know what I mean by being good?" Xhat lectured, and of course, the floc knew the answer to this question. "No Shenanigans!" Grinning, the key-holder patted Élégante's head and disappeared out the door.

Making sure to follow Xhat's direction, Élégante made her way over to the table where a sign-in book was set up. She dipped her paw ever so gently on the ink pad, but having no hesitation, slammed it onto the paper. Proud of her mark, the female made sure to stamp it on the same spot a few more times, just so all the ink was off. Then her attention was directed to the door, where the words 'Floc Only' were scrawled rather messily. Placing a paw on the door and pushing it open, Élégante poked her head in, with the antennae on her head twitching non-stop. It didn't take her long to decide that the game room was going to be her first stop. Levitating in and allowing the door to close behind her, the butterfly floc made her was to a room which was full of different things. Élégante noticed that there were already three flox in here, and was polite enough to send them a telepathic 'hello'. Since the large puzzle didn't seem to be occupied, she was quick to zoom over and begin to sort through the pieces.

[deer,]

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gender - male(?)
tagged - shinigami, élégante
&& bice
location - game room
feeling - irked, but hopeful
crush - nope

ooc;
n/a

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-------looking up at the larger floc, who he remembered would be considered an awakened floc massak tried to not giggle when the bloc tried to mimick his accent. a short laugh came out though and he hoped the other floc wouldn't mind that he was laughing him. "thank you, it's an irish accent. i've had it since i started talking" massak said smiling as he started letting his guard down around the strange and new flox. soon the floc with the skull bow tie was complementing his own bow and massak was very overjoyed that the floc though the ribbon matched his fur. never receiving compliments like that from anyone, but his keyholder. smiling again massak nodded his head as he felt warmth come to his cheeks, thankful that the fur cover his cheeks so no one could see the blush that was forming.
-------as the awakened floc introduced himself, bice, that was an inserting name massak thought. looking at the plague masked floc he noticed that he was pointing to his chest, but he seemed panicked all of a sudden as he rummage through the pink and blue blocks. massak's ears perked as he wondered what the floc was looking for, and why he wasn't talking. deciding not to be prejudice and judge the floc for not talking because massak was already upset and embarrassed that he had judged them so poorly before. soon bice was looking along with him throwing blocks everywhere, massak doubted that the floc would clean the mess up and he took it upon himself to start cleaning the mess. as he grabbed blocks and started piling them on the stage so they could have a good look at the floor for the unknown and lost object a pink block hit his head. rubbing the spot where the block landed on his skull massak pouted, but though it was best not to start a big deal over it when bice probably didn't even try to hit the floc. once the majority of blocks where stacked on the stage massak started his search. looking on the ground he tried and to guess what he was supposed to be looking for. after awhile he sat down irked that he had yet to hind anything. looking over to the plauge mask floc he noticed how upset because he had yet to find the missing object. frowning massak now wanted to find it so he could see the floc happy once again. "hey, i noticed you don't really like to talk, but i want to help you find your missing object. so is it possible that you should draw or maybe act out what we are looking for?" massak asked while walking up to the plague mask floc.
-------noticing another floc come into the room and go by the puzzle pieces he wondered if this floc was friendly enough to help them search for the missing object. she did say hello so what was there to lose? paddling up to the girl who was now solving the puzzle massak sat next to her. "hello! my friend here lost something, i was wondering if would like to help us find it?" massak ask kindly hoping the floc would say yes to the invitation.

[ophanimera]

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〘〘Gender〙〙 female
〘〘Tagged〙〙 Castiel; Suga' (Sugar)
〘〘Location〙〙 The Playground/Yard
〘〘Feeling〙〙 Comfortable, relieved

{{Biography}}

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Prompt: "Today is the opening
day for The Flox Clubhouse!
The keyholders have worked
hard to put together a place for
their flox to meet. They're not
allowed in except to finish
construction, but already
keyholders are bringing their
flox to play. Today is the
icebreaker! Meet new
friends and have fun!"

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Agatha;; Flower Crown Floc

Agatha noticed Castiel releasing his pent-up breath and noticed physical contact probably would be a touchy subject around him, to say the least. He's rather peculiar, Agatha thought to herself. Castiel seemed like a dignified sort of floc, at least by the way he held himself and responded to Sugar's touch. She could tell he had some sort of well-established life before he came here, even if he didn't have a crown or other such livery to brandish. It was equally strange how he behaved around her, as her only experience with males was that of Xochipilli, and despite his stellar pelt, he had a rather less than stellar behavior. Castiel was a gentlefloc, and that much she had cemented in her mind. We will certainly get along, she mused, although just out of telepathic wave range for any normal floc to catch.

Agatha curtsied, blushing slightly at the compliment of her horn. He had even agreed with her! Why, thank you, Castiel. She returned his brief smile. Agatha was a stranger to such genuine compliments, so she relished this one. Honestly, Xochipilli went out of his way to over-preform. Whether or not it was to impress or agitate her, she was unable to tell. On top of that, Xochipilli made a point to disagree with everything that she said. It was a relief to be out of the mansion and away from that jester.

Yes, he rather likes to dote on that one time he encountered you while strolling the streets, as he so often does at night. As you can tell, he doesn't get out much. Or at all, really. Agatha had been hovering over the same spot for so long that the grass had begun to grow taller beneath her and she noticed the beginnings of a rose to sprout from the loamy earth. She swatted at it with her tail, but to no success. Not again... She thought it was time to do something just to prevent her powers from getting the best of her again... Hey, do you guys want to do something?

[Kirbylover901]

Info
Name~ Sirius
Gender~ Male
Type~ Sparkle
Alliance~ Virtuous
In~ The Game Room

Currently Actions
Mood~ Curious
Currently~ Breaking the Ice
Tagged~ Élégante, Massak, Bice, Shinigami
Bio
Prompt

Let the Case 153- Breaking the Ice- Begin!

Frowning at the mention of no mysteries to solve, Sirius glanced at the butterfly floc. Judging by the look, he's not very willing to help. He thought, slightly bothered by the reaction. Tough client maybe? Yes, that's got to be it. With this thought in mind, Sirius decided not to persist with the questions, since there didn't seem to be anything remotely mysterious in the room anyway. "Too bad, you might like it. It is fun!" He told Solomon with a small smile, opening the door and exiting back into the main hallway.

Well then, I suppose it's off- wait a second! Sirius began to think to himself again as another butterfly floc, this time without a horn zipped into the other room a distance away. She looked like she was in a hurry. The floc noticed, slowly starting to follow it with intrigue. Eventually reaching the door and knocking on it. "Hello! Any mysteries in here? Or any Clue games in progress?" He asked the Flox in the room as he opened the door without waiting for a reply. An interesting sight greeted him- a puzzle of a familiar floc hung on the wall, which was being solved by the butterfly floc from earlier and ribbon floc, as well as a plague doctor floc and a strange-looking Awakened floc with electricity coursing through its horns. Scattered around the room were little blocks of the same familiar pink and blue as earlier, and a stage was propped up against the wall of the room. Well, at least this crowd- and room- look a bit more friendly. Sirius thought, smiling a little.

[kivr & fireflii]

❝... ᴀ sᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ᴏғ sᴀᴛᴀɴ❞

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Out of the corner of his eye, Bice noticed the dark-colored floc flee. He briefly turned to see what the other floc was up to, but soon turned away when he noticed they were simply moving the blocks he was already moving. With a shake of his head, he zoned back into his task, but alas, he was out of blocks. He skittered around the floor, peering closely at the ground, but there was nothing to be found. It would certainly help to know what was lost… Bice turned to the masked floc, only to see that he had seemingly already given up.

Bice quickly pushed a thought into his head. "Don’t worry, we’ll find your thing!" Bice glanced to the rainbow floc, about to tell him to help, but the other beat him to it. Bice quickly nodded along in agreement, not wanting to be left out. He had only stepped on his tail earlier and gave him a little shock, but he didn’t think he caused this (and he hoped he didn’t, otherwise someone might tattle tale on him)! Before the dark floc could respond—Bice was patient, really, but wouldn’t it be easier if he just sent them some kind of telepathic message?—another floc (this one with large, green wings) hovered in. A quiet hello reached his senses before she moved toward the scattered puzzle pieces near the opposite wall.

Bice flicked his eyes between his two companions, wondering what to do. He felt he should call the other over, but he also didn’t want to leave the masked floc, afraid it might be seen as a dismissal. Yet again, the rainbow floc took action first and floated over to ask for help. He quickly jumped in. "Yeah! Help us fi—" A knock interrupted his call, and he turned as a voice questioned from beyond the door. No sooner than the telepathic communication ended did a shiny floc hover through. Bice observed the newcomer as he glanced about with a gentle smile.

Not one for waiting, he quickly echoed the sentiments previously felt by the rainbow floc. "Hey! Help us find this floc’s—" one clawed wing pointed toward the masked floc, "thing!" … it was getting a bit tiring to call it a thing, but the poor fellow did seem really anxious. Bice scuffled over to the neat pile of blocks he had previously strewn about in emphasis. He wanted to double check, just in case, and destroyed the carefully compiled set of blocks. Of course, he completely forgot about everyone else, yet again. One block accidentally smashed into a light, and Bice stopped. He looked at the glass on the floor, and he couldn’t help but let out a guilty "oops!" It’s not like any of his shenanigans were on purpose (okay, maybe they were and maybe this one was). But a small, fairly crumpled, white piece of paper stuck to the block.

He quickly walked over, but skipped a step and began to slightly hover on the way to his destination (he didn’t want a slice his paw!). He leaned down (his crown almost fell!) with his back end in the air as he sniffed the curious piece of paper he was sure wasn’t there before. A delicate sniff told him it belonged to the masked floc. He snapped his body straight and circled around so he could grab the attention of said floc. Bice stuck his paw out and asked, "Hey! Is this it?!" He still didn’t know what it was.

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⇝ biography
⇝ prompt
⇝ 590 words
⇝ Shinigami, Massak, Élégante, Sirius
⇝ Game room

[deer,]

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gender - male(?)
tagged - shinigami, élégante
&& bice
location - game room
feeling - irked, but hopeful
crush - nope

ooc;
omg, this reply, i am sorry
about how short it is.
expect better from me in
the future

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-------waiting for the butterfly floc to reply he heard yet another floc entered the room. there was already so many flox in the room, massak secretly wished it was just bice and the plague mask floc. five in one room was a little too much for the boy to handle, yet he would never let it show because he lived by the matto "treat others how you yourself would want to be treated". as bice starting throwing the blocks that had been so evenly staked by himself massak let out a sigh. maybe just the plague floc would be good enough company. as the sparkling floc that had just entered asked if there was a puzzle going on in the room massak was just about to reply when bice broke the light sending glass everywhere. "bice i'm going to have to clean this all up!" massak said as he looked at all of the glass on the ground. it wasn't much of a problem for all the other flox because they all levitated, but bice walked on the ground so it was more of his problem then massak's or the other flox. what about the human though! what would they think when they saw this mess, his owner deerie wouldn't be to please with cleaning up the mess, and he bet none of the other key holders would want to either. sighing again he looked back at the sparkling floc, "yes we are looking for my friend's object that he lost" massak said from his spot next to the female floc as he gestured with his eyes to the plague floc. right when he said it though bice had something in his paws asking the plague floc if it was his. massak floated over to bice looking at the paper in his hand and then nervously looking back to the plague floc desperately hoping it was his so the search would come to an end.

[rem sleep]

" Welcome to the Clubhouse! "

Solomon
| Vampire | Male | Calm | Bio | | Tagged ;; Killian, Sirius |
Solomon had heard Killian speak up before he heard a reply from the other floc as to the 'Clue' game he seemed to be interested in. Pass times… another interesting question. But what would be a suitable answer? He had to ponder how exactly to phrase it- after all most of the time he was surrounded with his key holder's other flox so there wasn't a vast amount of restriction placed upon him. While he had to be moderately courteous, he didn't have to completely behave himself, not that his holder was one to enforce strict, refining rules. He had a great deal of freedom, however also a smaller amount of time on his lonesome due to the vast quantity of other flox constantly in his presence. As he was about to finish gatherings his thoughts, however, he noticed the Virtuous floc utter a small goodbye of sorts and slip out into the hallway. He only got a glance of the tension in the game room nearby- but he had a feeling he'd be better off in the lounge with Killian. After all it seemed far more calm and leisurely in here.

He turned his attention back to Killian, somewhat happy to be back on track with the calmer and more civil discussion. " Well my key holder has many flox- seven to be exact. " He shrugged nonchalantly, after all it was more than normal for him to live with so many other flox- it hadn't really occurred to him that other key holders had only one or two flox. Though at times he envied those flox who had more quality time with their key holder, he was still content with his holder despite that. " Granted one of them is still in a small gift box, there are five other sentient flox that I live with on a day-to-day basis, so there aren't many strict rules- however there's also not much free time without the presence of the others. We spend most of our time together pranking or simply bothering one another, however. Very seldom do we get along in a civil manner, though we do get along on occasion. "


Shinigami
| Plague | Male [ ? ] | Distressed / Overjoyed | Bio | | Tagged ;; Massak, Bice, élégante |
Shinigami hadn't even noticed the other floc enter- the butterfly's voice inkled into his mind for only a moment before she went off to play with the puzzle set up along the wall. He was much more concerned with his name tag to care, and far too distressed to mind the intrusion. His focus still trained on the ground, however it was then he noticed Massak's voice enter his mind. Friend..? Shinigmai thought to himself meekly, his features lighting up behind his mask. Honestly such terminology was scarcely used on him- much less flox he had just met. Now he was truly scared of speaking- he figured if he allowed his telepathic voice to flow freely he might scare the other flox away or they may no longer want to be in his presence. The thought made him uneasy, however he noticed Massak go and approach the butterfly he'd so carelessly ignored earlier.

He realized he'd have to play charades to help them figure it out if he wanted their help, and with no paper in sight (not to mention a pen!) he hadn't a way to communicate with them. He stood upright, pulling to mind gestures that may help them understand. He thought for a moment, charades usually started with the number of words, so Shin held up two 'fingers' towards the others, hoping to convey "two words". However before anyone could make a guess one way or another, activity stirred up around him again and soon his silent gestures became lost in the sheer chaos of it. A glitter floc, a Virtue (obvious by the long black horn on his head) entered the room and Bice began tossing blocks around again- Shin slunk back down onto the floor and watched, head still tilted slightly downwards, until he heard a loud CRASH! from across the room. He quickly bolted upright, his poise straight and edgy, his fur standing on end. It'd come as quite a shock to him- though after seeing it was only a broken light he quickly let his tension slip.

He watched intently as Bice went over to the block in question and he noticed a small, rugged, white piece of paper tucked underneath the small blue block. He gingerly floated upwards, over to Bice and nodded a bit too enthusiastically. However from a glance he couldn't tell if it were still legible or even in one piece- and this thought worried him. Shinigami certainly hoped that some of it was salvegable- else he may have to play charades for them to even guess the characters in his name.

Shin knew it'd be ever so much easier if he were just to communicate with them using telepathy as other flox did, but his tension and nervousness surrounding his voice was not without it's reasons. Even his key holder and his key holder's fellow flox hadn't heard his voice- though Lucifer (a Corrupt vampire belonging to his key holder) could understand him and speak for him- but Lucifer hadn't come along to the formal house, but rather the casual one instead. Shinigami felt a longing to see the vampire- he'd been so excited to get away from everyone though, so Shin didn't think he'd bother the vampire with his worries, after all Lucifer had dearly wanted some time away from the normal hectic day-to-day life under Troll's roof.

Gingerly he reached down to pick up the block, careful not to cut his paw, and took the name tag out from underneath it. His ears slumped down and his poise slunk as only half of the name tag's writing was unobscured. "Shin" was the legible section- "gami" was smeared beyond reprieve. Shin sheepishly tore off the damaged half, after a moment of hesitation, and held it out for the other flox to see- a name tag. He still seemed a bit upset- but he kept the kind words of the others in mind.

A lingering thought dwelled in his mind- maybe one day… I'll be able to really talk to them. The thought was enough to make his posture most leisurely and happy- after all for a floc who never 'spoke' to even consider such a thing… it was so delightful to think he could trust the others so much. Granted Bice had been careless and rude- stepping on his tail, and Massak had at first been so afraid- but both had made a great effort to help him, and even been so kind as to call him a friend. He couldn't help it- he was just bubbling with happiness. Their efforts meant a tremendous deal to him, after all.

He wanted to thank them telepathically- however his doubts held him back. He knew he had to express his gratitude however… Without another thought hugged Bice, his grey skull-print fur intermingling with Bice's black and blue. He fully intended upon giving Massak a hug too- if he wanted one that is. Come to think of it, it hadn't occurred to him that Bice might not want a hug either. However at the time he was simply happy, ever so happy, to have made kind and generous friends who were willing to put in the effort and time to understand him, despite his telepathically 'mute' state towards them.

His behavior probably seemed insane to the others- but at the moment he didn't care. Shin just wanted them to know exactly how much it meant to him that they'd gone through so much trouble to even learn his name. Despite that they'd only just met, he had a wonderful feeling about them, and he hoped that he could keep coming here (even though at first he was afraid) so that he could see his friends more, and potentially, someday, be able to trust them completely.


Castiel
| Bow Tie | Male | Calm | Bio | | Tagged ;; Sugar, Agatha |
He listened intently as Agatha spoke, again feeling a bit more at ease knowing a floc like him was in his company. It was so liberating to be out of the house- even if he was flustered at first that his key holder would ever want to be out of his presence, it seemed that he was indeed making friends! Or associates, at least- however he was making progress and that alone made him feel rather proud of himself considering the usual quarrels between the six flox back at home all under the same roof.

" There's nothing to thank. " Castiel mused at her next words, " After all, we share a common opinion. " He was aware that it probably came off as odd that a Corrupt floc would advertise for the Virtuous instead of his own team, however he didn't much mind allegiance at all. In fact his social encounter with Agatha was far more pleasant then back at home with some of his Corrupt cohorts who seemed to only stir up trouble. In fact he could honestly say he fancied the company of Virtues more and any Corrupt floc he'd yet to meet.

" I wouldn't mind, " He telepathed, again in response to Agatha. " What did you have in mind? " He'd noticed the flower sprout from beneath her and rationalized that she probably had yet to gain total control over her unlocked power. He'd had the same difficulty for awhile- and it's not as if there's another floc with a power like yours who can simply guide you through getting it under control. It's a large self effort- and not something that occurs by random chance or luck, but time and patience. He chose to ignore bringing attention to it, after all it seemed Agatha didn't want it mentioned- as a gentlemen it'd be rude of him to go against the lady's wishes.

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Info
Name~ Sirius
Gender~ Male
Type~ Sparkle
Alliance~ Virtuous
In~ The Game Room

Currently Actions
Mood~ Curious
Currently~ Breaking the Ice
Tagged~ Élégante, Massak, Bice, Shinigami
Bio
Prompt

Let the Case 153- Breaking the Ice- Begin!

Sirius watched the Plague Doctor pick up the tag and suddenly hug the Awakened Floc after it found whatever it was looking for. Too late, I suppose. He thought, disappointed, but still curious about all the others. "Nice job." He said to the Awakened Floc, then glanced around and surveyed the room. The major change in the setting was that of the room- glass shards were scattered all over the floor, presumably from the device that had broken when the lightning floc was searching for the special item. More tiny mirrors! Sirius stopped looking at the broken object for a minute, staring at the shards for a minute then looking back up. It would really help to learn everyone's names. Sirius realized after his trance ended, looking at the four others in the room.

"Wha-what are your names, anyway? It might help to break the figurative ice if we can at least call each other by their name." He asked, hoping it didn't sound too suspicious. Maybe they'd like some glitter? He thought, then shook his head slightly. No, making friends isn't about showering them in glitter. At least, I'm pretty sure it isn't. Maybe they like being doused in glitter? Fleur doesn't like it, but maybe they would. Decisions... Sirius frowned, focusing for a minute, and soon small sparkles danced across the glass shards. That's better. Now they're not as... mirror-like. And no one who dislikes sparkles will have to be covered in them. He thought, relieved, and looked back up at the Flox, awaiting an answer.