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Jokerman





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The Crosshairs
Goes by... Jokerman, JM, Jo
Species... Greater Kudu
Age... Adult
Size... (link)
Scent... Highly varied.Some vague, earthy elements. Comprised of distinct components that can be muted or brought out to change its very nature. Can convincingly change or mask her scent when desired.
Notably devoid of other deer.

Pheromones... Truly androgynous; feminine and masculine qualities.And noticeably calm, even in high-stress situations.
Speech... A lower-register, slightly monotonous rasp that tends to become hushed or rapid. Hints at several accents including Earth Gaelic. #A80813/#DEDED3


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10 . 03 . 14


Saved, yet again, by Zombies...


10 . 03 . 14

10 . 03 . 14

WILL THIS EVER BE UPDATED AGAIN?

Last update Rossamund was still dead ffs.

The first time.

Fuuuuck.

Little self-reminder/MOTIVATION to at least go and try to archive as many RPs as possible before Skype deletes them so I can actually remember what happened when I do get around to it.

STILL LOVE YOU, CRAZYBITCH. I'M SORRY.

least you get a bio tho




Doing everything in her power to keep her presence in the Forest lightly-felt and difficult to trace, but inevitably brought out of her seclusion on a few noteworthy occasions.

Reunited with Castallion when she first caught scent of the buck, glad to see he was in as great as shape as ever (and just as colorful in personality as appearance). Tended as much to Rossamund as she could, finding the boy needed counseling through an admittedly difficult chapter of his time in the forest. Tried to work with him on fighting in his ghost form and encountered a hostile June during one their sessions. Spoke with the Rabbit and attempted to diffuse a little of the ire she understandably felt for both of them, succeeding on a few small points she felt. Vowed to take advantage of what communication had been established to try to follow through on it in the future, and from that could only strongly advise Rossamund on how to handle interactions if he valued having a chance of a relationship with his "sister." (It seemed he had been stalking a few of her friends. No idea where he learned that kind of behavior...)

More than the "physical" however, being relegated to this form had the Myling contending with heavily emotional turmoil. Did her best to offer her support where she could through these dark times, not minding when he came to visit her and Indi although made it clear after an encounter with Rohit that he understood both children were to be protected at all costs. Didn't feel she had to say more than that, and Rossamund appeared uplifted by her mentioning that she considered him like family. Less enthused about received the title of Aunt, but it was neither the place nor time.

Speaking of confusing familial ties, had been making gradual progress in her relationship with Indi's son, still finding it imperative to get him on accepting terms with her before approaching Abhiri. Starting to consider it wise that Rohit learn to spar, as he's a quiet, serious little thing with a lot of pent-up energy, and she frankly thinks he could use the outlet. He'd (unfortunately) seen his first fight not too long ago, despite her and Indi's attempts to keep him out of it knows he saw far more than he should have. Attempted to egg him on a few times on a lazy evening at the Playground, under Indi's approval of course, and probably only succeeded in cementing her Weirdo image. Though was able to deadpan though her joy in causing him some adorable frustration in the process of trying to get him to wrestle.

Ended up laying off him finally, and he'd retreat back to his mother on the boulders glaring at her as if she was the single greatest source of evil on this planet. Joked with Indi a few times about how much he seemed to take after his mother and just kind of gets this look back that made her question if the Sangai also noticed a certain other resemblance the children bore... maybe JM wasn't going crazy after all.

One of the most significant recent occurrences to memory was no doubt Rossamund's safe and eventual return to life, after a long and frustrating journey. Saw to it that he was fed and accompanied for the first few days of his recovery, incidentally using up each of the rabbits she had asked him to kill just days prior, when food hadn't been of interest to him but was to her for a project. Didn't find out how it had happened, not finding the timing right then and also not having seen much of the Myling since that week, though hearing whispers here and there of some of his exploits, for better or for worse.

Caught Rohit and Abhiri out running around one night without Indi's usual constant supervision and got just close enough to keep an eye on them without alerting them to her presence. Indi showed up in no time, so she relaxed and fell into her own thoughts as the family played. Completely caught off guard when the trio came and took Red Hill by storm in a confusing game of Zombies, no doubt initiated by Rohit, and ended up getting involved in it whether she wanted to or not. Somehow had been promoted from "Evil Zombie" to "Zombie Hunter" in the little guy's eyes, which while it sounded like an improvement at the time, Jokerman quickly realized still made her the antagonist in the little game. Though she fought back, was quickly outnumbered, mobbed, and infected to his seeming delight before Abhiri tired out. Rohit still looked at her like she was nuts when she rubbed the trees afterward, in an attempt to get him to play a little more. Would have to try more drastic measures later, but for the time just took it in stride and settled near the group tentatively. Heart all but seized when the smallest of the trio wandered over and ended climbing onto her back and falling asleep there. A whole myriad of fears put to rest by seeming to get Abhiri's stamp of approval and Rohit's growing tolerance. Didn't say anything to Indi at the time but knows it meant as much to her, too.

Her time and visits with Indi had been occupying the majority of her mind in one way or another, either working during the day on small schemes and building contacts with deer relevant to those schemes, visiting the family in the evening or stealing moments alone with Indi during the night. Hadn't been sticking her nose into much else that was arguably not her business, at least not in any obvious way. And while things were definitely much improved from where they started, the last thing she wanted was to any way encroach on the Topaz's time with her recently reunited family, or to be perceived by an intruding force by either of them. Found Indi by the flower patch near the river alone tonight and gladly took the opportunity to spend some time with the mother.

It wasn't too long before they were being watched. Waited to see if the other (Indigo) would approach on his own, but aware that her own companion was a little less comfortable with the bird's approach (Player assumes Indi felt tacky being caught wearing the same name so embarrassing) and went to deal with it head-on, as was the Sangai's way. Watched this as well though eventually interfered just to make it clear to the newcomer they weren't going to be chasing him, giving him the chance to come closer if he wanted. Could remember every one of her run-ins with Morioch since returning to the Forest and they were intentionally few and far between, but had seen enough of his small bird companion to make a few conclusions about his presence. Knew it was likely that nothing more than simple curiosity that had spurred the visit, though there was a few other possibilities too.

With this thought, plopped herself on the ground, intending to see how the rest would play out. Laid her head on her forelegs and watched with half-lidded interest as she waited for him to either come closer or Morioch to show up, standing enthusiastically when the older male came by. Took the opportunity to observe his behavior and appearance, nothing more than a sniff to his small companion which caused a small stir of amusement in the Kudu as he took off again. Watched the littler one leave, regretting that she hadn't been able to exchange greetings but time enough for that later. Maybe. Whatever it was, it was still better than Xetkal, and she resumed her earlier stance that there was no need for her to get involved.

Aware as they settled back down that Indi was still tense. Assumed her own omniscient Jokerman way what it was about without even asking, leaned close and quietly launched into the best reassurances and promises she could give her friend. Was cut off with Indi's words of knowing, and complete trust in her, and that was enough. In a moment of intimacy responded with the only thing better than that that she could think of which brought the doe pressing closer, things instantly seeming a lot simpler and a lot more complicated in that action. Shut out the world and lingered in each other's companies for as long as possible before Indi had to return to the kids.

Left as well, figuring the twilight hours would be the best time to do this. Despite Rossamund having promised to replenish the rabbit supply, had taken it upon herself to kill, cure, and preserve a variety of small vermin carcasses over the weeks following his return. Gathered them now and went off to the Birch to speak to a contact she'd made there, wanting to pursue a little whim.



It's good to see you both.
...We'll have to do something about that maternally-instilled sense of virtue.


Keeping close at Indi's family's heels should the need for aid ever surface; apart from that, busying herself with other things.

Many visits from Rossamund, to her relief. The Myling was doing a good job of checking in and putting her mind at ease. Watching his appearance shift from avian to vulpine to, at times, something like his original form. Which is at once heart-rendingly gratifying and more than a little bit amusing when he couldn't seem to perfect the hue.

Helped him work on his coloration this afternoon, the process being long and consisting of much trial and error and doubtless lots of effort from the Ghost. Eventually he got it right and their efforts were rewarded. Definitely didn't fall into the pond at any point. Settled into a mood for a moment and took note of the little Ghost sneaking off. Equally curious of where he was going as she was what he would do off on his own, and opted to explore the latter today. Feigned slumber and waited. The thought process being "He can't get hurt... right?"

Wrong. The Myling came back a short while later and settled back next to her. Could sense something was off and kept her mouth shut, just eyed him thoughtfully. At last he started spilling. Questioned him on it a little bit about his participation in a fight, as much interested in his ability to be hurt as the source of his injury. It seemed to be another hallmark of him gaining aptitude in this form.

Joined by Ciel and Neela as well, greeted the pair somewhat briskly as Neela was being adorable and shy and what was Jo supposed to do with [i]that?
Felt bad; she really needed to work on how she approach fawns, little girls in particular, but that thought was intermingled with the one that most kids start crying when she looks at them, and more lately have thought that she was going to eat their brains. Didn't want to do that to Ciel's family, and entertained other ideas, all of which consisted of staying seated for now.

Resumed talking with Rossamund, though noted his change in behavior with the pair's arrival. Found out about... something. Unsure. Ushered him a bit closer to Neela, perplexed at both their behaviors when she found out they were supposed to be friends. Also barked out some orders for any future 'incidents' with protecting others. Trying to work with him as it was evident the buck's code of honor was a part of him, and there was no use trying to pretend it couldn't get him hurt anymore.[/i]



...He has my ears.


Since disappearing five months ago, things have changed in ways even she hadn't expected. A contractual visit to the Soul Dealer Osias's hell resulting in her eventual breakthrough after being able to make contact with Eraline's ghost, in a deeply personal visit that she has kept to herself, but remains markedly changed by. Emerged with a renewed sense of obligation and the first hints of inner peace in years. Surprised herself more than anyone else by asking Indi if she could come along with her on her quest to find her children, instead of returning to the Forest as originally intended.

Visited the Sangai's homeworld in projected vessels and succeeded in establishing her children's souls' connections with the Forest. Concluded the long and arduous 'adventure' and returned to the Forest approximately a month ago, where they immediately set about trying to find the youths, both unsure and nervous that it hadn't worked out after all, or knowing if they would be able to recognize either fawn. Eventually mother and children were happily reunited, though it was clear it would take time and effort for things to settle down. Understanding of this, backed off immediately so as not to make the transition any rougher, even though falling back into old habits of withdrawing was the last thing she wanted right now.

Has busied herself with relearning the Forest. The first order of business being to touch bases with Henna. Accepted her sister's scolding for her lengthy absence (with no way of contacting) and insisted on learning of recent news. All worse fears seemingly came to light. Heartbroken to hear of Rossamund's passing, all the anger she felt directed purely at herself and even saddened that she had put Henna in this place. Made a sort of peace with it a few weeks later, however. Found a way to keep in touch with the boy's spirit and has not given up on finding a proper conclusion to these events. Treasures his attempts to make contact with her and does everything she can to increase the frequency of his visits.

A few other small visits here and there with others. Sat with Ciel at one point and was grateful as ever for his presence in her life, however little their paths may cross. But for the most part, drifted through the Forest like a ghost. Embracing the solitude and spending much time seemingly wrapped up in her thoughts near the riverbed, hardly moving to acknowledge the glances from certain passers-by; wisened up to a few less-friendly individuals in this way, though hasn't acted on it yet. Uncertain if she will. Also been crashing at the Topaz's home when she wasn't there, for a change of scenery. Sentimental like that. Found by Israel one afternoon in her favorite spot, and filled in on his recent travels. Unsure of how to receive the buck now that he's older, and treading carefully but firmly. Intends to learn more about him in light of Indi's relationship with her adopted son.

Rarely sees the Sangai after helping her to reunite with Rohit and Abhiri. Missing Indi like crazy after the events of the past months, which was expected and only natural. Using the time wisely, making preparations. Beginning to take small steps towards encountering the trio and familiarizing them with her presence, particularly Rohit, who already has a negative impression of her. Reassured by Indi that the boy has always been the cautious type. More endeared than anything with being able to see so much of his mother in the fawn. Happy to have them all here, and Indi so obviously happy.

Thoughts and perceptions challenged, even more than she thought they would be, by the two perplexing, spirited little creatures now in both their lives. Trying to do her best to give the newly-reunited family time to adjust, but acutely aware of certain aspects that are incredibly familiar. Keeping these thoughts to herself for the time being as she really isn't sure what it all means, though muses on it a lot in her spare time. Already charmed by and devoted to the fawns in mind, it seems.



Additional Notes


In excellent health. Elated, focused.





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Appearance


A traveling spirit; has accrued many different traits—marks—throughout different lifespans which manifest in different ways depending on the realm she is in. In the Forest she takes the form of a rather plain Greater Kudu from a previous life, though with enough time spent, her appearance has begun to warp.

More personal and spiritually-bound elements have revealed themselves. Rich brown fur has deepened to mahogany, and is ticked with shades of bright ruby. Even the helm with which she'd once identified so deeply, a male Kudu skull, had been stolen and a new one replaces it now which is completely her own; forged out of a mysterious, non-organic material and sculpted to depict an almost mocking caricature of her nature.


Set one - Idol Pelt, Skull Mask, Key AntlersIndicates her helm, which is usually worn.
Her physical state is a direct reflection of her mental state, and though it can be manipulated somewhat for her own advantage, generally a rich red overtone and healthy amount of weight reflects ambition and physical preparedness, for better or for worse. There is no desire to be disguised or blend into her surroundings at these times and greater visibility is often the intended result. A beacon of confidence that welcomes friend or foe to find her.

Set two - Fan Pelt, Real Deer Mask, Noh Antlers When unmasked. Very rare; it takes a strong impact in her life to get her to shed her helm.
Her fur can vary from a lush, deep red, to a coarse ashen brown in periods of emotional decline. The waning desire to eat, drink, or tend to her physical being is indicative of taut emotions and negligent self-worth. It is not uncommon for her spine and hip bones to become pronounced in times of severe undernourishment. Despite the physical and emotional depletion, her mental faculties are commonly heightened in these moments, and may be the reason she allows herself to fall into such a sorry state. It is the next best thing for a Deer who strives to be invisible. Unpretentious and easily passed by but often incredibly keen to her surroundings.



Solid, sleek musculature, she has no great bulk and probably borders on the slender side. Neither does she have any appealing curves or plush fur; only a slight shagginess around her throat and a slightly out-of-control mane. Tall and gaunt even at her best.

She is unhorned, with a broad, angular face, and dark amber eyes. She generally has a somber demeanor that can range from incredible severity to an almost coltish humor, and can be difficult to decipher under a stone mask. Lithe in movement with a careful, efficient briskness. Movements are measured and appear carefully calculated, with hints of underlying tension.




Features



Ritual Helm Whether its use as a ceremonial object was meant in its own right, has become a tool to her own personal ritual in the form of hunts. Affords great measure of power, protection, and anonymity. Allows a disconnect from reality and identity that is to her day-to-day function as crucial as the great power it wields.
It boasts a somber, almost patronizing expression of sympathy and pity. Traded by the Craftsman.
Twin God Charm One of a pair of charms, once worn by Eraline. Forged into the crown of her new helm. Passed on by Ciel.
War Paint A tribute to a daughter from one mother to the other, usually covered by her mask. From Henna.
Soul Dealer's Scar Strange marking in the shape of a human hand, around her throat and neck region. Acquired upon entering Osias's world.
Bug Bite On her left shoulder, not visible from a distance. Courtesy of Allu.




Combat



Whatever her state of health, Jokerman almost always has great reserves of energy and stamina. Though strong for her stature, where brute force is concerned she can be outmatched by many of the Forests' residents. High dexterity levels compensate somewhat for this.

She is a tactical fighter and relies heavily on strategy and mind games, and is better than average at spotting the same in others. It is common for her to avoid fighting or at least greatly be able to diffuse it through countering her would-be opponents' actions. She is very controlled in movement and consideration, and it is rare for her to engage in combat unwillingly.

Though sparring is one of the few activities she enjoys, she is not one to get into meaningless fights. Jokerman is outcome-oriented and has very little pride to be manipulated. Safety is her driving ambition so she'll often occupy herself with evacuating innocents from the area or distracting the offender. She is not concerned about fair play or honor, and will gladly team up with other deer to take down someone she considers a true threat, though she is highly concerned with collateral damage.

She accepts great responsibility for her actions and would sacrifice her own well-being for an innocent without hesitation. A well-known weakness.


(more later)







You have to realize you're the Devil just as much as you are God
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"What...? Are you talking

"What...? Are you talking about that thing with Eraline? Oh come on! Like you wouldn't agree that another deer would have made for a more suitable parent. It's only by luck that she's made it this far with me being her dad. Lets hope that luck keeps on going otherwise she'll be just as alone and lonely as I am. Not like it's easy to make friends... obviously".

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"When we would find Eraline

"When we would find Eraline wandering by herself, or sitting alone next to a patch of flowers, or a tree, trying to not let herself wallow in her sadness just because her father up and LEFT HER, my exact thoughts were that a boulder would have made a better parent than you! But it wasn't! And it wasn't luck that she made it this far, it was Henna, it was Dinah, it was me and Darcy and Krystal and the poor kid being stronger than she should have had to--all to get past what you did to her. So yeah, she'll always have that 'luck.' And you... yeah, friends are REAL hard to make, I bet. After something like that, you're defending your actions. How am I supposed to trust you?"

(LOL yay! as Xet kills me again.)

"Well at least you agree, a

"Well at least you agree, a boulder would have made a better parent than myself. At least you see that. You know what? Since you and every other deer I thought were my friend think I'm a failure, like the rest of the forest, than why don't YOU just ta--", he stops himself. No, no. He had promised Era he'd not do anything like that to her again, he'd never abandoned her again. "Think what you want. You... You've always been mean to me. I was a fool to think you were my friend. Always thought I was unfit, for anything! When you get off you pedestal maybe we can try again, but until then... I'm going to continue raising my daughter. Get over it or don't. I don't care anymore".

"If I'd promised to be your

"If I'd promised to be your friend, you would have a reason to be angry at me. You told Eraline you are her father. You're the only one here with a vow to honor. So honor it. I'm only on Eraline's side, so if what you're saying is true, you won't have any issue from me."
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( T_T )

( T_T )

"It's not about promising to

"It's not about promising to be my friend... and I don't get angry at my friends simply because they're friends. I was never mad at Eraline!... but whatever... whatever. Fine. Be on Eraline's side and just view me as the failure raising her... then have to worry about you, my now ex-friend, coming at me next time I slip up. So mean to me, you're so mean!".

Jokerman didn't get it. She

Jokerman didn't get it. She really didn't. She used to admire Xetkal at one point; he was great with fawns, had the kindest, biggest heart of any deer she knew. He was easy to get along with, once she taught him how to mind his space, and though he was good at spars, he didn't get into unnecessary fights over territory or other deer. But now, just when she finally thought she saw the hint of a backbone, just when Xet was getting angry over something he was allowed to be angry about--his daughter--she was losing the damn stag, again. She wheeled on him yet again, a wild look in her eyes.

"DON'T SLIP UP! This isn't a choice. Don't fail Eraline. I may make a piss poor friend, but if there is ever something you need, for Eraline's sake, don't pretend like you are alone. I will help you. So many deer, are here to help you. There are no excuses, Xetkal, do you hear me? "

Despite knowing what this was

Despite knowing what this was about, Eraline... his heart shattered at her words. He would have never been so cruel to another deer. As a matter of fact, what he had done for Eraline, abandoning her that day... it seemed like the ultimate sacrifice on his end to ensure she had the best of the best. She would never get that from him, but perhaps with another deer she would have. It was not an act cruelty, it was what he thought was the best for her, even if it hurt him to let her go. With this shattered heart, realizing that this doe had lost all respect for him... came frustration. Did he really want this mean deer to help raise Eraline? She was cruel, she was toxic.

"You stay away from Eraline", his tone drops, dark and full of agitation. "You are impossible. Putting on this facade, coming off as a big bi--- meanie, but you know what? You're not. You're the type of deer that holds everything inside then projects it through cruel, stinging words. I won't have it anymore. I'm not going to let you beat me down anymore, and I'm certainly not going to give you the chance to whiplash Eraline with this crap. Stay away". He thought he could see right through her at this point. "I wont let you verbally abuse me anymore!".

"Bitch. Say I'm a bitch. Why

"Bitch. Say I'm a bitch. Why can't you just call things what they are? Like it's not crap, it's the truth? I am not making this up. You messed up! You can't even admit it. That's so pathetic, do you even know? You stopped being Eraline's father in my eyes, a long time ago. You're important to her, that's all--another deer to support her, but there's different levels of that and you're on the lowest for me. Don't you dare tell me what I can or cannot do for Eraline--that's not in your place, Xetkal, and don't you think of making her choose, either." Her voice seemed to change to match; a low, lingering growl as she stomped closer to him, daring him to meet her gaze, clearly just as convinced she saw through him.

"Back down, because I'm thinking if you can't even own up to something you've done in the past you definitely don't have the balls to make me to do anything!"

(Shoot, totally didn't see this till now. x_x I must have updated her bio and missed your 'new comment' alert thing. Sorrysorry.)

Oh how he wanted to call her

Oh how he wanted to call her a bitch, too... but no. He was better than that. "I won't make her choose. I'll let her see for herself, how toxic you are. Just know that she is MY daughter, not yours. The minute you mess up I will be on you like a fly on shit. Not now, but you will mess up. It's in your nature, it's how you are. You've built some kind of wall to keep others out. Close minded, closed off from the world. You don't care about Eraline, you're just using any little excuse you can grasp onto to blow up in a rage".

When the doe stomped closer he seemed unwavering, tensing and tightening muscles, locked in place. He wouldn't bow down to her, not anymore. He wasn't going to be weak... especially not for this one. "I already owned up to it. I know I messed up and I'm paying for it. Either way, if Eraline wants a failure that's her choice. I gave her a chance to find a better parent. Just keep in mind what I said. Go near Eraline, screw it up, go ahead... I'll be waiting".

(It's okay, it happens!)
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^DENIED

^DENIED

"You better not say anything

"You better not say anything to her--I swear, you involve her at all, Xetkal, or tell her about this, or put her through anything more..." But she trailed off. This, at least, seemed like something they would agree on, and she was put off for the moment when he pointed out whose daughter Eraline really was. That was true, she knew it well. Just as she knew she would have been a shitty parent, but then, that's why she never volunteered for the job. Because she knows her weaknesses. Xetkal, he was weak--certainly as weak as she--but even after everything, he still called Eraline his daughter, even after putting her through something no child should have to go through. How he had been clever enough to orchestrate that maneuver, Jokerman would never know. Xetkal would always have that one-up on her, and she thought she would always resent him for it.

When he didn't flinch away she just gave another, less intelligible growl and walked past him, aiming to shove her shoulder hard into his as she passed. "Shut your mouth before you prevent me from having any respect I could ever develop for you as her guardian. Unlike you, I hope you don't mess up again."

(LMFAO.)

"Because my mission in life

"Because my mission in life is to totally destroy Eraline's life", he could of rolled his eyes, his tone full of sarcasm. The orange stag couldn't think of anything more to say. Speaking with JM was mentally exhausting and he was definitely feeling the effects. All he wanted to do now was go shower Eraline with love. Perhaps he had been blinded, perhaps he had been neglecting her... he wasn't a very good dad, but he could definitely be doing better than what he was. He'd be doing more for his daughter now...

At her growl he just sighs, shaking his head. He wasn't going to even try and match her frustration. Though when the hind moved to walk passed him, he would slightly lose his balance as she threw her shoulder into his, which elicited a deep groan of dissatisfaction. "She doesn't need a guardian, I am all she needs". Xet would turn to face the passing doe now. "Don't doubt what I'm capable of. Just because I don't engage in fights where I have no idea whats going on doesn't mean I wouldn't stomp a deer for my daughter". Would he really? It was uncertain... perhaps he was only trying to intimidate the doe, or at the very least, be convincing enough. Should she have nothing to respond with the stag would take his leave in the opposite direction.
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(crappy one-liner

(crappy one-liner ahead)


"Jo, tell me...I need to know what happened between you and my father that day at the playground. What did you say to him?"

Given the day she's had, it

Given the day she's had, it doesn't take much for Jokerman to assume the worse. She'd seen the way Xetkal drew away from her earlier. They'd agreed not to let Eraline know what had been said, but why did she think he would be good at compartmentalizing? "Why, Eraline? Has he said something?"
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It had taken courage to even

It had taken courage to even ask. Now it's out there and Eraline is left to consider how she will go about this so that whatever has been damaged already won't be further destroyed. Her ears fall back, pinned to the top of her head. "No, and that's exactly why I need to know. If he can't even tell me then it must have been bad. I need to know, Jo."

"'Bad'?" The word is spoken

"'Bad'?"

The word is spoken through gritted teeth, and Jokerman casts one surly glare in the direction of the stag's back before she returns her attention to Eraline in full. He hadn't said anything, so he must have done something. She clenches her jaw tight before forcing it to relax. She'd do anything for this kid, she was not going to sabotage what was probably her most important relationship. She was going to help her however she could.

"I told him he needed to honor his commitment to you as your father, and to face what he's done to you before, not defend it. That I wasn't going to be a problem for him if he did that, that lots of us were there to help you guys. I wasn't nice and friendly about it, so if there's something specific..."

She lets the thought trail off, eyeing the younger doe, she lowers her voice conspiratorially, softening it in a struggle for gentler phrasing. "Eraline, you can tell me what happened... please. I won't get angry, I just want to make this easier for you."
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"It can't always be easy, Jo.

"It can't always be easy, Jo. Nothing is easy anymore." Eraline is surprised by how easy that is to admit. Maybe it's the last of the mushroom still lingering inside of her. She had expected for this conversation to be difficult, but finds now that the words are easy, sincere, gentle somehow. Yeah, it must be the effects of the high. She glances at her longtime companion briefly, the eyes which had looked upon the older doe so affectionately when she'd teamed up with Henna to torment her earlier, now back to their tired, drooping melancholy.

"This needs to stop, Jo. This animosity toward him for the things he did once. He is constantly second guessing himself. Constantly fighting the urge to run from me because 'he isn't good enough.' I have already forgiven him for the past - but it isn't enough anymore. My word isn't enough. And it's hurting him, knowing that the only people he surrounds himself with...have no faith in his abilities. It's hurting...us."

The green doe bites the inside of her lip, knowing she has already said too much, and turns her head to the water after a moment, her mind buzzing all too sweetly against what will soon be a crash. "I saw the way he shrunk from you. I don't know why but it had never been like that before that day at the playground. Jo...I do not want to be the one to come between my father's friendships. But I fear I've done that already, and I can't bear to know I am taking something from him. Something that was once so dear to him."

(Ugh, I'm sorry again,

(Ugh, I'm sorry again, Cassie. Some day I'll be able to respond to our rps in a timely manner. Like last time there's no pressure to respond, but I wanted to at least give Eraline something to take away for her trouble.)

"Xetkal doesn't trust me anymore. I don't blame him for it, and I can be civil, if that's what you want. I hope it helps, even. You need to know that I don't hate him for his one mistake, and what came of it was not your fault, and is not going to be completely in your control, so don't worry about it more than you have to. I was there that night. I stood with him when he watched you just like I did for you... I'm not judging his weakness, or you for loving him. I want to see a happy daughter with her father. I felt like he'd be great father. He probably is."

The red hued doe meets the adolescent's eyes as she says this, pushing aside, for the time being, any observations she makes as to Eraline's condition. Jokerman, too, is speaking with an unprecedented amount of clarity, although she certainly isn't sure of her place in this family or if she should even be speaking as if she is part of it. Certain things just aren't relevant right now.

"But he defends it. He acted like what he did was right. If after all this time he's been at your side, he's been thinking that his previous choice was...some virtuous sacrifice, it means he could do it again. How am I supposed to trust him after he did something you yourself admit he might do to you again tomorrow? Someone whose first instinct would be to--run and desert you, rather than seek help from any of us... I know, Eraline--you're very forgiving without sacrificing yourself or your dignity. You're a beautiful, tough little girl and I want to respect your choices, but my standards are so much higher for you here--if I or any of us can prevent that from happening to you guys again, we would. If I couldn't do that, I wouldn't know why I was here."
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"Don't call me



"Don't call me Clementine."






ahahaha ._.

OMGfknlkgn. LMAO. OK. I'm

OMGfknlkgn. LMAO.

OK. I'm not saying her name IS Clementine, but if it was, she'd definitely be making that face.

...Seriously, Cassie, that's gorgeous. I hope you keep up this drawing thing you've been doing lately; just like what your writing, I love how you interpret characters.

*Got not only writing but also a picture from Cassie. B)*
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There's a Jo behind a tree.

There's a Jo behind a tree. |:
-pokes it-
I'm the deer with the orca pelt, zombie antlers and zombie mask. |D

ROFL omg. I'm so glad to see

ROFL omg. I'm so glad to see you in forest again. Your deer is so sweet, who is this?
Heh, sorry if JM was doing something funny a minute ago--it's always disconcerting when you look at your forest and your deer's just standing there. xD
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-munches on Jo- This'd be my

-munches on Jo-
This'd be my OOC. ^^ /no will to play characters currently T_T
I FINALLY MET JO. \o/
And fff, lol. She has a mind of her own. |D

Ugh, I can understand that.

Ugh, I can understand that. I've missed you so I'm glad that this is your compromise. It's just good to have you back in the forest.
LOL Jo is just confused by all these friendly deer right now. This is so nice though.
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Awww. ;; Quill just fell to

Awww. ;; Quill just fell to the wayside because she was getting more annoying to play. ><; It's good to see you again too.

Confused?
TIME TO SIT ON HER.
Dog piiiiiile.
C<
I love just hanging around with people. x'D

LMFAOOOO.

LMFAOOOO.
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Mask time too. I think I just

Mask time too.
I think I just found my new favorite deer to prank.
Kekeke.
I sense many peacockings for many people in the future.

ROFL. Yeah, JM kind of lives

ROFL. Yeah, JM kind of lives to be annoyed. Even if she doesn't know it. That mask was a good shot btw. >> Heh.
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There is little she wants to

There is little she wants to say at this point. Her body aching all over again, but most importantly her heart, words feel like empty vessels, a waste of energy. So this is what it feels like to grow up, she thinks as she listens to the otherworldly whistling of spirit magic, of gleeful mooing, of fawns, like Idelle, whom she has failed to protect against her mother's naive optimism. Eraline lets her ears fall against the top of her head, shuts off the forest around her in her own way, and focuses instead on Jokerman's forelegs just inches from her own face. The ground is cool and sturdy, but Jokerman, like Henna, is sturdier, solid and unbreakable, so that like a child all over again Eraline is urged into the comfort of it. Quietly, hardly moving at all, she stretches her neck until her unmasked chin is resting on one of her Red Mother's legs. There, and stable, she breathes her in and greedily soaks in the warmth.

There, she retreats, resigns herself to adulthood - and yet somehow remains little under Jokerman's cool and logical magnificence. It's easier this way, for now at least, and there need not be words for it.

The big picture over details.

The big picture over details. Despite her efforts, it isn't often that Jokerman can see things so clearly: this forest, her place, and the place of others as they all relate to Eraline. Here, nerves strung out with tension and a deep simmering anger at seeing the emerald doe in so much pain prolonged over so many days, she is disjointed except for the girl. She prepares herself mentally each time she looks at her, as if maybe some imagined afflictions on her daughter--her charge-- will make the reality of her injuries easier to cope with. It doesn't, and Jokerman settles into the uncomfortable feeling as she settles next to her.

Eraline has a big enough heart for everyone; Jokerman doesn't know how she does it, when some days she doubts if hers is big enough for one person.

Let alone a family. Eraline's family, and her family, to some extent. She's loathe to count herself among them, always has been, but she can't deny she understands so well Eraline's desire to protect a fawn, of all things, from harm. If she thought about it, it was commendable for Era to put so much effort into protecting children when she was practically one herself, but she couldn't think about it that way. There was only the anger, the nagging fear that Eraline was so willing to sacrifice herself for those she loves, that she might lose her to it.

But that was standard warning for why you shouldn't be so close to something so important, and Jokerman knew she'd accepted that risk long ago. The fact is that Eraline isn't a child anymore. And so she lets go, a little more, as she does with Henna; it isn't trust, yet, but the confidence that things will work out in their own way. The realigning of priorities. Keeping her leg still beneath her charge's chin, Jo turns into the tree trunk beside her and leans forward until her head rests firmly atop Era's shoulder, and contemplates a fresh scar there.
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When everything had settled,

When everything had settled, bodies laying down to rest for the night and the energy had taken a steep drop, now more of a gentle, sleepy buzz over the small scattered group - Henna finally spoke. Her voice only audible to the red familiar shape sitting beside her..well, as much as she could with a tree between them. It was a barrier, to keep Henna away from Jo, allowed her to avoid looking at her directly because she couldn't do that yet. So afraid of meeting that disappointed stare, like a parent lecturing their child for something horrible they had done. There was so much heavy guilt weighing in on her now but things had been so awkward with all this tension between Jo and her that it made it difficult to speak, to apologize.

But she had her chance now, to say what needed to be said. Even if there were things she felt like she could yell at Jo for, but she missed her friend too much. Besides, she knew that she was the one who had done wrong...not Jo. She couldn't do any wrong, her intentions were always clear and noble. And Henna was beginning to wonder if Era would be better off under Jo's careful guide instead, that maybe she should step out of the picture. Let Jo take the lead alone and she'd watch from a distance, ready to be there if she was needed.

"I'm sorry. I'm not proud of the things I do sometimes, I'm not like you..always so controlled. I try to be, believe me. I wish I was more like you."


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Petite - gfbfgbjl thank

Petite - gfbfgbjl thank yooou

JD -

Jokerman was on edge from the beginning. Before the stranger, before Darcy and Reed and others threatening at their safety, there was Henna, hesitant to approach her. It had hurt her worse than she'd thought possible even though she was so angry and there was nothing she could think of to say to make things any better at all. So she says nothing for a long time, possibly forever, hoping it's enough that she's just managed to somehow get Henna to sit with her at the stupid tree. She's surprised, maybe even impressed, when Henna finds it in herself to talk. The sound of her friend--one of many jumbled thoughts in her brain right now was that Henna would always be her friend--speaking to her, at last, causes her to jump, and the things she says promptly makes her feel like it was into a pit of quicksand.

"I'm not controlled, Henna. I'm just scared to death that something I do is going to cause me to lose you or Era." It used to be that that confession alone--having priorities--having everything hinge on just a few--would have been enough to shame Jokerman. But it wasn't what she'd regret now. Instead she was wondering why she could hold her temper around deer twice her size if she thought it'd keep Eraline or Henna safe, but she couldn't hold it around Henna when the risk was the same. She should have... what should she have done? Goddamn, she was so bad at this family stuff. "And I nearly did that just now. Again. So I'm no prouder of what I've done. You don't seem to be angry at me, but I'd deserve it... at the very least, you don't have to apologize to me." She couldn't speak to Henna so she let her head fall to the ground instead, throwing herself into the dirt with conviction, defeated before she even began. She didn't know what to say, just knew that she'd seen Henna hang back all day today, quiet, hesitant, and watchful, and she didn't want to be mad at her friend anymore.

"How do you do it? Don't you ever get mad at me?"

(OR I COULD MAKE A REALLY RAMBLY POST WITH MY NORMAL SIZED FONT+ITALICS LATER THE SAME NIGHT sob)
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( FFFFF you're craaazy!!

( FFFFF you're craaazy!! )

Henna frowned, hearing her friend reply followed by the scraping sounds of dirt as Jokerman rested her head. Henna's ears twitched and the urge to look at Jo was nearly too strong to resist but she still couldn't do it, not yet. She sighed and shook her head, "More controlled than I ever will be...when it comes to you and Era, I forget myself - I forget logic and common sense." she murmured. She leaned against the tree then, putting all her weight into it as if it was the only thing keeping her from falling onto the ground in defeat as well.

"I was mad at you... but it's not worth it, I've almost lost you once and I don't think I could live with myself if it happened again." she replied, her eyes finding something to look at in the distance, nothing in particular...just a shape, anything to keep her gaze else where. Her voice lowered then, barely any louder than a whisper. "I am sorry. I still have a lot to learn from you, Jo." And it was true, Henna held so much admiration and respect for her friend, her sister that, like now, she felt as if she was the young one along side Eraline. She felt so naive and reckless beneath Jo's stare and it was frustrating.


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"You forget to take a step

"You forget to take a step back. I know how it is..." Jokerman knew Henna was telling the truth. She'd met Henna when they were both free of so many of their ties, when they were both relatively impatrial, in their own ways. They could watch fights between willing strangers or acquaintances and leave--as long as no fawns were involved, that was always the rule for Jokerman. As for Henna, Jo didn't know when she'd first felt the obligation to protect, although she knew the list of loved ones Henna had in this forest was extensive and Jo couldn't fathom the weight of that responsibility. But she could stand it, she thought; the blinding fury she felt whenever her small little family was threatened, that insane urge to jump in and inability to think past the string of antlers digging into your own flesh. Why did suddenly having something to lose, make you so much more careless? Like accidentally provoking a fight, or yelling at a friend too many times. Guilt clutched at her chest and when Henna told her how simple it was for her to get over her anger, she felt her own melt away.

"I have a lot to learn from you too. All I can teach you is how important you are to us, how much sway you have... if something involves you, it involves me... and it involves Era, though I wish it didn't, the truth is she listens to us far more than I would expect a kid her age to. I hope the day never comes where we accidentally force her to do something that we really don't want her to do." Jo wasn't sure when she had shut her eyelids exactly but when she finally opened them they still felt heavy, and she focused dully on Eraline and Phaios sitting at the next tree, holding her breath. Unsure what else to say. And, please, yell at me some time?
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She was finally begining to

She was finally begining to relax, her muscles loosening and her posture slumped. She was more comfortable in her spot now but the guilt still weighed heavily in her chest, like a round ball of lead sinking to her stomach. It wouldn't go away even after this conversation with Jo, it would remain there for a while. But, at the moment, she felt relieved.

Henna sighed quietly with a subtle nod, "I agree." she said softly. And then she was silent but only momentarily as she turned her head around the base of the tree, nose pointed as much as it could in Jo's direction. "I promise I will try harder to be..better at this, for you and especially Eraline. And I trust you will help keep me in line if I start to stray.." She finally looked up at Jokerman with some difficulty. Her eyes wandering the points and curves of the other's mask, always so stoic and bare - she wondered what her true expression was right now. Was she just as relieved? Was there any lingering disappointment behind those dark holes? Skepticism, perhaps? Henna didn't really want to know, she could only hope things would get better.

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Tracking and also, do you

Tracking and also, do you have MSN or Yahoo? I'd love to chat with you some time.

(omg jd i'm so sorry i

(omg jd i'm so sorry i totally thought i responded to our rp)

YES! My msn is gray.brit (at) hotmail.com, add away! Let me know when you've added because of MSN weirdness... ♥ excited now. won't be on much today sadly though

AND THANK YOU for tracking and bumping one of my less hideous bios >>
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Added, and might I just say

Added, and might I just say that I feel a bit stupid for not noticing your e-mail on your profile page. xD

You're welcome. XD

Edit: Also feeling more stupid for not adding my own e-mail here - kagome_sacred(at)hotmail(dot)ca
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&hearts; so happy to have her


so happy to have her around again. ; u ;

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I'm so glad to have her back

I'm so glad to have her back ♥ My bitch character...
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best bitch. &hearts;

best bitch. ♥

adorable art by Tuoho! ♥
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I really like Jokerman, even

I really like Jokerman, even though I've hardly interacted with her :B

Okami - That's how I feel

Okami - That's how I feel about ALL YOUR CHARACTERS ugh. Thank you so much!
Someone likes you, Jo!
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retrack~

retrack~

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PFFFF Brit ;u;

PFFFF Brit ;u;
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whyaminottrackingthisyet

whyaminottrackingthisyet