PICK UP THE PACE ;; MEET AND GREET/FREE FOOD

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going to the discotheque -- getting high and getting wrecked

With another arrival, the warchief spun into action, simply bringing Duncan a plate of the hot grilled meat, eyes alight and expression hopeful as he offered it. "Try some? I--I don't know if we've really met, formally--I'm Mettaton."

NOTES ; mettaton ;; warchief ;; other tags here

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[Cas]

The male hung back, watching. He could use some food, but he didn't feel like going up and talking with Mettaton.

[Shadow]

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going to the discotheque -- getting high and getting wrecked

The time had come, once more, for a meet and greet. Sure, the badlands was full of murderers, thieves, liars, and all kinds of scoundrels, but Mettaton knew most of them could at least appreciate his cooking. He traded every so often with Saint Peters for spices he didn't know how to grow, and he did have an herb garden. Granted, mostly he was able to cook meat, with vegetables he could forage, because he didn't have a large scale garden...but that might change, who knew? Besides--grilled venison was a pretty tantalizing smell, and it usually helped to garner some of his neighbors. He didn't have any alcohol this time, unfortunately, but they could suck it up and hydrate with water.

The man himself was dressed far more casually than usual; flip flops and an oversized teeshirt hid his typically curvaceous figure, and he was slouching, playing with his knife and inspecting his nails. He'd set himself up in the square with the fountain (long since drained), since there were picnic tables.

NOTES ; mettaton ;; warchief ;; other tags here

＃forsaken

[clover.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.3; text-align: justify;"]of course the smell drew her in; she recognized the smell of spice used. nostalgic memories full of mother's cooking, priscilla's laughter and the comforts of home rose to the surface of clover's mind.

a small, faintly bittersweet was apparent in her eyes as she made her way towards the smell. but as she came closer, the bitterness left. it too nice of a day to dwell within her unfortunate past.

the sun held steady in it's journey across the sky, practically eradicating every shadow in every corner of the city. the heat meant she had to fore-go the safety of sweaters and leggings. (and oh, how she would miss wearing her sweaters. they were so comfortable, she could almost cry.)

the woman sported jeans that were folded at the ankles, along with a red hoodie and black sandals; she aimed for comfort today. for once, she left her hijab in it's suitcase and the bangs of black hair swept onto her forehead. making her way closer, a smile would spread on her black-coated lips. "this looks wonderful, mettaton. i can see how much effort you put into this." a fond look rose as she looked over to the picnic tables.

[spoiler=INFORMATION | MAY TWENTY-SEVENTH]GENERAL ·ﾟ★ AND VIRGIN JOURNEYS LIE BEFORE US, PATIENT AND INSCRUTABLE
— clover neraida maryam / cis female / she/her pronouns / prefers to be called clover; won't object to any nicknames used by friends
— created may 27th  / twenty-three years old / mentally and physically an adult
— the badlands / grunt of prey

MISC INFO ·ﾟ★ THERE'S CLOUDS OF VISIONS, CROWDS OF VILLIANS
— never takes off the silver ring engraved with roses and vines on her middle finger as it was given to her by her best friend.
— a lover of fashion and a passionate seamstress. will reassemble her clothing to create new outfits, and despite how impractical it may be she'll pay money for new fabric and cloth for her clothing.
— loves horror and romantic literature. but she hides this like of hers because she believes it's strange, and that she'll be judged because of it.
— enjoys gardening and creates gardens whenever she goes.
— speaks in a very articulate and verbose manner.

PHYSICAL ·ﾟ★ MULLING IN WITHDRAWL x.
— physical health: 100% / mental health: 95%
— upright posture / walks with a graceful gait  / smells of dyes and cloth
— 5'7'', considerably taller than most woman and tends to tower over many others. she has short and sleek black hair that sweeps onto her forehead, olive black eyes, and caramel brown skin that is typically covered with long sleeved clothing but from time-to-time she can be seen with a t-shirt. but usually, she is well-dressed. pierced ears, wears silver studs. scar across her stomach that is from when she was stabbed in the stomach. swirling tattoos over her back, shoulders, and upper arms but they are usually never seen due to her outfits. may be seen wearing a hijab.

PERSONALITY ·ﾟ★ AND WHO WOULD MAKE THE SACRIFICE?
— positive traits: motherly, patient, humble, worrier
— neutral traits: perceptive, natural peacemaker, serious, mature
— negative traits: literal, high self-expectations, judgmental, awkward
— ravenclaw / amity / mbti type
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RELATIONSHIPS ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT I IS SUITABLE?
— homosexual homoromantic / single / not necessarily looking or interested
— virginia maryam x unnamed father
— older sister is priscilla
— pm to mentor / prev trained by her sister

INTERACTION ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT THE WELL-DRESSED WOMAN
— hard physically / hard mentally / knows self defense
— usually doesnt start fights / shows mercy (rarely) / will kill; will maim
— has no issues with the necessity of violent bloodshed / the type to execute decisions for the greater good regardless of their personally unsavory nature
— attack in bold white
— powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed
— in a fight, clover is accustomed to fighting with her fists and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens her. she is familiar with how to fight with daggers and blades, andconceals one on the inside of her thigh as well as in her sleeves or pocket. her secondary weapon, as strange as it may be, is a chainsaw. it had once been used to help with her landscaping but when she decided to leave, she knew that a simple dagger wasn't going to be enough. along with that, she'll typically carry an automatic pistol on her hip.

OTHER ·ﾟ★ WITH A DULL CHAINSAW?
— heartchart / pinterest / bio / pm this account for plots

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going to the discotheque -- getting high and getting wrecked

His first guest--and he recognized her as the one who'd helped him with that...odd joiner, and had entered the capture the flag game! His smile was bright and genuine as he swept forward, gesturing towards the food. "Please--if you're hungry--thank you, it's nothing special." His tone was grateful for the compliment, though it also seemed clear he'd been expecting one. "Your name--I'm sorry, I don't think we've actually been introduced? Forgive me."

NOTES ; mettaton ;; warchief ;; other tags here

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[Shadow]

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