[Akami-chan]

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The Flox are a species of floating magical foxes whose psychic powers have been sealed away since ancient times. Unlocking Flox with respective keys releases a burst of light or dark aura depending on the Floc. By adopting a Floc, you agree to assist in the mission to uncover the mysteries of their past. Are you up to the challenge?

Owners and Non-owners may apply!

You may only apply once.
Deadline for all of them: Friday, June 6th

#51 and #52 by Tsukiko-pyon

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Floc #:
Floc Name and reason:
One piece of art:
Write about a talent that makes it shine:
Writing must be less than 500 words.

Prettying up forms is allowed, no extras.
1 piece of art is required, no more no less.
Writing is also required.

*Remember!!! If you break canon it will count against your forms this time!

#51-53 have been adopted
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[shuuu]

Floc #: 52
Floc Name and reason:
One piece of art:
Write about a talent that makes it shine:
Writing must be less than 500 words.

wipwipwip ;v;

[rem sleep]

potential res

[NoLongerOnCS]

Floc #:
Floc Name and reason:
One piece of art:
Write about a talent that makes it shine:
Writing must be less than 500 words.

reserved

[Master of Nothing]

dropping out, everyone else is too good XD

[agathokakologic]

A good girl gone bad...

"It just feels so good to be bad."

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Username ;;
Hello! I'm ~aquamarine38~, but plain 'Aqua' is perfectly fine


Name ;;
I would name this beautiful gal Calix. It's a rare name, making it match perfectly with her unique glam and shine (It also has a nice ring to it, don't you think?). Without delving deeper, it's quite a harmless name, and you might be searching it up right how. Some kind of flower husk, right? Now, you're probably thinking that I chose something about flowers to represent this Floc's beauty, correct? Well, you're wrong. Calix is actually a darker name, and is deprived from the word 'chalice.' Yea, I know- they're basically jeweled goblets for holding drinks. What's so bad about that? You see, with some research, I found that they sometimes hold 'holy blood'. Now do you get why I chose this name? I based it on how looks can be deceiving, how a beautiful golden cup can hold something dark, and how an innocent Floc can wield a shadowed heart...


Talent ;;

(**Please note that my hands are whizzing across the keyboard this second, typing up Calix's words. It's an exchange- she telepathically tells me what to say, and I write it down. So, I'm basically her scribe for today. It's better than having someone wreck your computer, disconnect everything, and program it to do the Waltz... Just say'in.**)

Oh, hello- the name's Calix, but I'm also known as... well... 'pest' and 'scoundrel'. Those are nicknames that've been reserved by my true 'friends', so don't you dare call me anything close. I'm also the self appointed leader of a one-Floc gang, a tiny mastermind, and, to be honest, a criminal- if you haven't been told already by all those Wanted posters. In fact, I'm so popular that every shopkeeper in town is ready for my weekly visits. Yep- I'm on a pretty good streak for stardom, aren't I? But being famous isn't easy, you see. Unlike most of those spoiled movie stars, I don't have a red carpet placed below my paws, or rabid hordes of paparazzi to greet me at every stop. Instead, I have a much wider assortment, ranging from lasers to traps and everything in between. Wonderful, right? And there's more! You know how all those celebrities get to bring home all sorts of flowers? I get something much better. It's usually rotten tomatoes or mushy bananas, and sometimes even cutting knives. And I haven't even gotten to the grand prizes yet! Now, you're probably thinking about all sorts of nonsense, like gold of diamond. Wr-ong! You see, I don't go for real valuables- that would be pretty stupid. Why, even I would be locked in jail within five minutes! It's not like telepathy and levitation are going to help you, anyway. So, I instead go for little things, like silverware. To be honest, everything that glimmers is on my list. Watches, monocles, glasses, jewelry, - everything. In fact, I even have my own private horde of those! Yea, I've stolen a lot of stuff throughout the year, haven't I? Now, I can guess what you're thinking, and the answer is no. The sparkles in my fur weren't caused by my addiction to shiny items. In fact, they were caused when I came into contact of man-made items. You see, I... swallowed a necklace. The metal must have been pretty weird, because my fur had burst out with vibrant sparkles. The Police were shocked, and, taking advantage of it, I raced back to my horde. I tried taking baths, but nothing worked. My fur stayed as glittery as ever. At first, they were annoying, as they acted like a beacon at night. However, I managed to develop strategies and use the shine as my advantage instead, and to this day, I'm still a wanted thief wandering on the streets, and for that to happen, I must be pretty darn smart. Remember, if you want to steal something, you've got me hooked. After all, nothing's too hard for me to handle- especially with my quick paws and even faster wits!

Art ;;


I know I'm not very good at art, but I wanted to give it a try instead of ordering it from somebody else.

[Satiine]

Floc #: 51
Floc Name and reason:
One piece of art:
Write about a talent that makes it shine:
Writing must be less than 500 words.

possible res.

[Scratchpadd]

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Iridium holds the talent of searching for
the art in everything, and bending it to create tangible art,
primarily in composing wih nothing but electricity.
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You shiver, walking down the road as a city light dimly flickers.
A soft hello is heard, and you turn your head,
showing a fox like creature staring back curiously.
It floats to you, and softly boops your nose.
A boop is heard within your head
“What are you doing here in the dead of night?”
It gives a soft chiming laugh within your mind.
I am listening to the cities heart beat It answers back
Curious yourself, you ask “the city heartbeat?
All I hear is endless disturbance”
It perches on your shoulder, and the flox
peers at an overhead dying lamp.
Do you hear that? It’s dying, but yet,
it gives off the sounds of determination
Straining your ears, you try to hear
the faint buzzing of the diming bulb.
That’s what I do
“Pardon?” You ask
The night is my muse.
The city has noise to you, but to me, it is music.
I take that heartbeat and make music for you.
It floats away from your shoulder,
and onto a steel crate nearby.
Loose cables shower the area with weak electrical arches.
The dim arch shows a glittering spectrum
of color splashed onto its tail.
My art is that of reaching into the cities heartbeat,
all the electricity and honks and clatters of steel
I put it into a joyous beat, a sad song, a lifting melody.
The city is like a soft moan, deaf to you all.
It begins to sing within your head, and to your surprise,
the sounds around you begin to merge into a serene flow of music.
Your heart quickens at the wondrous music
My name is Iridium.
I am the messenger of beauty.
Roughly 300 words

Floc Name;;
Iridium
The Latin word for colorful,
it has delved into
other latin based languages,
translating to 'colorful soul'.
Although her own rainbow is muted against
a steely grey, her very essence
and talents brighten her like a halo.

Stationary version

[Dragon Fox]

#52

Melody is her name, piano-playing is her game. Haha, anyway, she was named Melody for her being able to play the piano so well.

The lights flicker on, and a large black piano; along with a grey flox, sitting next to it; come into view, and almost immediately the flox floats up, setting her paws onto the edges of the piano and glancing out to the crowd. "Now, please welcome, Melody!" A voice can be heard throughout the minds of the crowd, and nearly moments after does Melody begin to gently press her paws along the keys, a sweet sound playing from the piano. A small grin can be seen as the music intensifies, and she begins to sparkle, her talent shining out to the crowd. The piano keys proved soft and easy to play against her paws, and she may have started to grin more and more as the song drifted on, failing to realize it. In the end, she sat back down, and the lights dimmed over her. However, as she floated off of the stage, her sparkles could still be seen, and she was still smiling greatly. As she was leaving the large room, a flox came up and greeted her with a wave of its tail, thinking she should come back and play again some time, as they really liked how she played the piano, and the songs. Melody agreed, and came back a week later to again play her music. Each week she went back, she got better and better, and began to play more then one song. Even though the crowd slowly began to drift away due to other interests, a select part of the crowd always came back to hear her songs (along with new floc), which inspired her more and more. She still continues to go each week, but the crowd has still shortened somewhat.

[誰不低頭]

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Chiharu [ぜんまい, Thousand Springs]
A thousand springs represent a thousand ideas and imaginations that would wonder around in her head. And as the pollen floats in the air and petals bloom, her ideas blossom and her imagination run loose. The simple name of Chiharu also had a nice ring to the name and was very peaceful and soothing.
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It was the way she wrote. Every mark meant something, something alive and realistic. They were not simply just words, it was an entire new world of imagination. And it was about to become reality. Her talent to simply put it, was writing.

It was as if the paper were on fire, and her hand with each stroke, created a beautiful character, a letter, very delicate and smooth. They were dancing, floating around her head, the imagination pouring beyond into a new realm. Reality and Imagination were friends, and she would often drift around in between them in circles, holding their hands. Oh, the words would laugh, giggle, smile, frown, and cry! Emotion and thoughts were jumbled within her tiny brain, and they would slide off the paper, running away or hiding from her. They would entertain her and love her even when she was alone.

This, was the art of writing.
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