always charming ─ o, check-ups

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[color=#7E354D]ARISIDE (KADE)
" memories are reoccurring regrets !"

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being late was fashionable, as it had been told to her years ago. yet despite being late she didn't miss the tension in the air around her. oh how she hated folks like these, unwilling to open up to newcomers.

feeling her pelt lift, she forced herself to relax, the large tigress joining the group of assembling creatures and mishaps. she kept her mouth shut, breathing out to blow the noxious fumes of smoke away from her face. "sign me up ... augustus." her own voice was like gravel grinding in a wash bin and just painful to hear let alone use.

she didn't miss the days of stitching her own wounds back up, nor did she miss the tension of the constant hunt. she knew this tensio, this crackle in the air. she was drawn to the auger, if not only because of the ghosts that haunted him, but because he reminded her of somebody she buried in her thoughts and memories to avoid the pain.

[augustus z.]

[shadow=CD8C95,right]AUGUSTUS ZUIDERDUIN[/shadow]

I'M A LOSER; IF NOTHING, HOWLING INTO THE NIGHT IS JUST FINE

augustus felt as if this were long overdue. it was one of his duties as augur to make sure that everyone was healthy and ready to go about their lives in the best way possible. with the risk of an disease plaguing their home, however, he felt all the more need to monitor everyone's physical conditions carefully. august was unsure of where to start in his frazzled mind, much too panicky over the mere prospect of an outbreak happening most definitely gearing on his nerves to the point where he had paced back and forth in his home for several hours after the initial announcement. was he fretting over nothing? should he just do as he was supposed to?

i should just calm down a little. he thinks, pushing a huffy sigh through his maw. the canine didn't think something like this would bother him so much but it was and he didn't really know how to deal with it. maybe he should just . . . sit down for a moment and relax. and that was what he did. he sat and he thought to himself. if he just went about the standard precautions, everything would turn out alright in the end. if everyone remained on guard and kept themselves clean, then no one would get sick. he just . . . had to enforce it was all.

so the mutt stands up, brushing out what tangles he could find in his fur before readjusting his goggles and bowtie before making his appearance in camp. tail wagging slowly in apprehensive strokes, the dutch scientist settles down. "hey, everyone? i'd like you guys to come forward for an mandatory check-up. with the possibility of disease, i want to make sure no one is already sick. no worries if you are though - i'll try to catch everything early so we can work on a proper treatment." he breathes out, his voice trembling near the end of his announcement. he clamps his jaws shut, paws shuffling anxiously. goodness, what has gotten into him lately?

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Mandatory check-ups? Oh, this guy was dreaming. As if Rocky would let some random person make sure he was healthy and shit. He was breathing, wasn't he? He had eyes, a brain, and a beating heart. He was fine, and he would go through hell and back to assure it.

Puffing smoke through a parted maw, the wolfdog snorted to what he could only assume was the medic here, "I ain't sick, pal." There was no hint of friendliness or warmth decorating his features. "There's nothin' to check out, so don't bother." That was almost a challenge, an invitation for the other to try and tell him that this stupid thing was "mandatory".

[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=NO 1. PARTY ANTHEM | UPDATED 9/26/18]GENERAL INFORMATION /
Logan / Strictly goes by "Rocky" / Loner / Cisgender Male
Born November 1st / Young Adult, between 18-25 months / Ages At Roleplayer's Discretion
Biromantic Bisexual / Tends To Have Flings / Less Open About Attraction To Males / Single
NPC x NPC / Former Gang Leader / Friends With TBA / Enemies With TBA
TW: Vulgar Language, Drinks Alcohol, Smokes Cigarettes

PHYSICALITY / [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8b/9f/53/8b9f53efcfa0dd76094a55d9a570767d.jpg]WOLFDOG / TALL, DARK, AND HANDSOME / STATUS: DECENT [95%]
— 2'9" - 2'10"; typically between 100 and 110 lbs.
— Dark-gray to black colored fur. Tall and lean-muscled, though not too bulky.
— Pale yellow eyes.
— Various scratches and scars covering his body.
— Smells of cheap cologne and earth.

PERSONALITY / ANTI-HERO / FREUDIAN EXCUSE / JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD / LOVABLE ROGUE / TROUBLED, BUT CUTE
— A tough guy, will jump into arguments and fights to defend himself and his friends.
— Romantic and suave, tends to "fool around" with different people.
— One of the nicest assholes you could ever hope to meet.
— An extremely loyal and devoted friend.
— Daredevil and foolhardy, brave and dumb enough to put himself in harm's way.
— Lowkey emotional though he tries not to let anybody see him in a vulnerable state.

COMBAT AND INTERACTION
Overall Medium-High Difficulty / Fights With Tooth and Claw, "Street Fighting" Techniques
Instigates Fights and Will Swing First / Will Kill If Needed
Attack in bold black or similar / PM for Serious Injury or Capture
Friendly actions may be powerplayed[/spoiler]

[augustus z.]

[shadow=CD8C95,right]AUGUSTUS ZUIDERDUIN[/shadow]

I'M A LOSER; IF NOTHING, HOWLING INTO THE NIGHT IS JUST FINE

Oh . . . This was someone that he didn't know very well. The mutt turns his gaze onto Rocky, his ears flickering back instinctively as the harsh smell of smoke reaches him and chokes pure pink lungs, wrenching an hacking cough from his maw. Brows furrow at the other's seemingly aggressive and hostile demeanor but he is in no way intimidated. Oh no, Augustus was too oblivious to clearly determine what this behavior of Rocky's was and so he found it within himself that it was easy to step up to the wolfdog's "challenge."

Heterochromatic eyes blink up at the larger canine, tilting his fluffy cranium to the left as he then speaks, matter-of-factly, with a smile playing upon freckled features. "You wouldn't know until you got sick, now would you?" He inquires in his thick dutch accent, "Whatever this sickness is, it could very well be dormant and lying in wait until you least expect it. Even if you think you're not sick, at least allow me to do an basic check-up procedure." He ends it pleasantly with, "It won't take up too much of your time, honest!" He sees no reason to refuse a check-up. What harm could be done? None, right? He wonders what's gotten into this fellow - maybe he's already sick and didn't want to say it out loud in fear of alerting the others? Oh. Oh, that could be it, huh?

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[lokeadius]

Moonshadow didn't like Augustus, and he didn't entirely trust the kid, either. But a check-up was a check-up. If Twilightbreak thought he would be a good doctor for them, then now was time to prove it. The dire wolf knew he wasn't sick, nor injured, but he was curious as to how their new augur worked. Besides blowing things up.

As he approached, his face contorted slightly as Rocky's scent. To him, it wasn't the most pleasant. He side-eyed the wolfdog, having just heard his cute 'challenge'.

"If you think so, then find something better to do than pollute our camp with your smoking. You are disrupting our augur's work."

Quickly, he turned his attention to Augustus. "I will jump to the front of the line if he isn't."

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