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going to the discotheque -- getting high and getting wrecked

He quietly slipped the pack in his pocket, though he realized eventually he'd have to return them. After all, he certainly wasn't going to smoke them. He shouldn't have taken them in the first place, just--halted her--but oh, well. He took a hurried step back when the tiger growled, and he looked a bit more put out at that then at any of the previous conversation. Damn, that animal got under his skin. But what could you do, when the annoyance was....terrifying. He didn't want to be killed by a fucking tiger.

Now...Mettaton was loyal to Tatiana. And he didn't like acting like her brother in front of people like Morgana--not that he necessarily hated her as Tati did--but the point was, Tati did hate her. And he didn't want her to be seen as any less than she was; and maybe acting like her older sibling did seem a bit patronizing. But it was difficult, when she was younger--it was his job to take care of her, no matter how independent and competent she might be. Still, her tendency to be so...frank with her dislike vexed him. It wasn't the safest way to live. "Tati, dear--" He stopped, shut himself up. She'd warn her, fine. That was probably for the best. He sent Morgana a look--one that seemed to hold both interest, apology, and suspicion all at once; he couldn't deny she was an interesting character, and she had a flattering way about her. "Maybe I should show Morgana around--so she knows how best to avoid you, hm?" He offered, voice lilting cautiously as he spoke.

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Morgäna Vul'Cana Uciliece
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White Tiger companion is glaring up at the masculine, intrigued by his formative actions, his ears flickering at the sound of his voice and thus a soft, strong and approving growl fell from his thorax. For now, the male was alright in his book, but tiger had no intentions on ever trusting these people, especially that little witch bitch they called a leader. She only made him want to rip her tongue out with his teeth, and he was sure Morgäna wanted nothing more than to carve out her heart with her own knife. White Tiger bellowed a chuckle of his own, his presence in front of the man shifted toward the other female--not taking his eyes off her as he would listen to the words that fell from his masters lips.

Morgäna's cold gaze never left Tatiana, smirking at the girls miens of authority and yet promising hatred. A little girl, that's all Morgäna saw, trying to puff out her chest and make herself look frightening but the alabaster queen was no where near as impressed as she was with the man named Mettaton. Which brought her irises to land upon him, though crucifying tidings directed to Tatiana. "I appreciate the threat, I truly do, but don't get your hopes up about killing me. I don't plan on allowing someone to put me down just yet," Morgäna's grin fades to nothing, feeling a stoic expression upon chilled angelic features as she takes one glance at Tatiana before returning her sapphire irises upon Mettaton. Finishing her sentence with one quick agreement. "I agree, that would be the best." She would not wait to be dismissed by a little girl, no, that'll be a cold day in hell before she ever subjects herself to taking orders by a child. It wasn't her style.

Morgäna heads off toward the tree line, white tiger following close behind but keeping an eye on the little girl as he stalks behin Morg. She wouldn't go any further though, just beyond the darkness, her reflection against the void appearing to glow--silently waiting to be escorted around.


"Listen to me."
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february on her lips so inviting -- open, joining
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Bumping this shit lol


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Cigarettes? Sure, she needed some but she didn't take hand outs, she's never taken out hand outs from lowlife whores.  Before she could answer Mettaton took the drugs explaining that she didn't smoke, Mettaton knew she smoked, he's always known.  But that doesn't mean he liked her doing it, they may be in hell, but some people still cared about others well being.  Tatiana, wasn't one of those.  Tatiana didn't much acknowledge that the knife just nicked it, if she wanted that thing in that girls skull, it would be in there

When Tatiana didn't like someone, that shit didn't change, and it won't ever change.  She wanted that girl dead, but you know what they say keep your friends close, enemies closer.  Tatiana and the girl matched each others irritation and annoyance, and she knew that they equally didn't like one another.  Morgana may believe that could change possibly the top dog couldn't read minds . 

"ha, alright then love. so, tatiana--still want to kill me? or are we past all the petty bullshit?"  The girl spoke looking at her while the tiger moved in front of the girl it seemed.  Glimpsing over too Mettaton she then looked back at this bitch once more.  "I want you dead, and that won't every stop, no changing it, join my group I don't give a shit.  But I'd make sure you'd watch your pasty ass, cause i'm not the only one that could want you dead." 

Tatiana had spoke, her voice like silver, soft, alluring, yet demanding in nature.  It was a voice of a leader to say, it was hers.  Hues like emeralds looking at the girl awaiting for a reply, even something from Mettaton.  One thing about Tatiana is that she wasn't fake, she never ever was, always straight.  Truthful about her hatred towards you, you can always count on her to be honest like that.
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 04/08/17]GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Top Dog
✨ Spotify playlist

NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.

PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%

PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed

INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically extremely hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures  [/spoiler]
Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

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