THEY LOVE ME WHEN I'M A MARTYR | OPEN, JOINING

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(thanks everyone!! :^) )
"Dat it does," he mumbles absently in response, his tail waving behind him. He'd watched Rick approach the tree from above, the white a startling contrast to the darker shades of the forest. Olivier probably shouldn't be too surprised at the short time it took for him to be discovered; it'd been the same way the first time he'd joined a group. Despite that, he just thought he'd have more time to sit and kick back, that's all. Admire the shrubbery from afar before he'd have to get an up close view of all the creepy crawlies and thorns down there again. "Dis their tree or something? Am I not allowed to climb a tree?"

His attention is drawn to another advancing figure, whose appearance is made clear by the rustling of a bush. He's not gonna lie and say that he didn't find the stranger's appearance curious, but who was he to judge? People couldn't pick and choose where and how they got their injuries, same way they couldn't pick and choose their God-given physical characteristics. All that foul verbal abuse he'd gotten 'cause of his devil eye....if Ollie hadn't learned not to judge after enduring all that, he thinks God might've struck him down with one of his old lightning bolts for bein' a hypocrite. Really, he had it easy compared to some of the animals he'd seen along his travels. Being ridiculed for having different colored eyes suddenly seemed incredibly stupid, and he'd felt a little bitter pride when he'd seen. His ma would've probably dropped dead from the sight. His devil eye certainly wouldn't have seemed so bad anymore.

"Olivier Boudreaux. Only my mama ever did call me Olivier, so y'all can call me Ollie if y'all decide to call me anything at all." The French always did sound stuffy in others' mouths and in his too, if he's being honest — his accent seemed to make it seem less elegant and more contaminated — so he'd always thought it best to just bypass any awkwardness by assigning himself a nickname. Using his full name seemed wrong; it'd never been used to praise or uplift, it had been more of a warning: long and drawn out, grumpily barked. Oli-vee-ay, boy, you come back here! "I don't got no message from anywhere. I'm just passing by, but if joining's what I hafta do to keep outta trouble, den dat's what I'm here to do."

Rick's warning leaves him unfazed when the aforementioned big bad panther arrives. Everything about her screams danger, from her stern expression to her warning gaze, but Olivier was never one to let fear show. "You only had ta ask, chère," he says amusedly, rising to his feet. Olivier looks quite pleased with himself (when does he ever not?) as he makes his way down the same way he got up, moving with ease and smooth motions. "Me, Ollie, I'm a gentleman. A lady ask me to do something, I do it."

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Ollie was becoming rather disillusioned with his solitary lifestyle. Nothin' but meaningless meandering with only the quiet peeping of birds to keep him company. Maybe he should've gone with some group when everyone had gotten broken up, but he hadn't known nobody well enough to tag along with any of them. Still. Maybe then he'd have someone to talk to. Olivier was vain to an extent, he'd admit, but even he tired of hearing his own voice after a while.

He squints his mismatched eyes for a better glimpse of the tree in the distance — was it marked up? — and bounds closer without any sense of caution. His curiosity overpowers any sense he has left, so the foreign smells and obvious markings don't deter him from getting a nice close look at the tree.

A goofy sort of smile pulls at his maw as he circles the trunk. "Interestin'," he murmurs, studying the low-hanging branches. They seemed much firmer and more reliable than the ones he'd seen back home. All of those marshy trees had loftier branches, too thin to support his weight, so there hadn't been way to scale them, but it had always been easier for him to climb and navigate than it had been for his mother. Her paws had always slipped and scrabbled for purchase on the muddy terrain, but he remembers slipping away and running across the thick exposed roots to hide himself away in the hollow trunks. Olivier recalls the faint echoing of his mama's curses and threats as he'd ran with a bitter kind of fondness; he'd always enjoyed the fleeting sense of freedom it gave him, hunkerin' down in a tree for a night, but something always drove him right back into his mama's arms the next morning. Maybe it's the same thing that drives him up this tree now.

He moves carefully along the branch, shifting his body weight to accommodate each step forward. It's not much of a view — nothing but more vegetation and trees — but he feels better somehow, standing up higher. Not like the breeze was any better or the sky any bluer, but climbing makes Olivier feel more at home, he supposes.

[RICK SANCHEZ]

//welcome!!

it didn't feel like too long after he'd greeted jasper when this guy showed up. rick grunted, but took a page from amayas book and kept back a bit to just watch the newcomer. the feline kept himself in the brush and curiously observed as oliver climbed the same branches that he himself had only shortly before.

even though he could not remember his life before the accidental fall, rick knew enough to grasp the fact that he was definitely not a patient person. after mere minutes of sitting still, he began to wiggle in anticipation before finally getting himself up and slinking over to the foot of the tree. quietly, he leapt onto the lowest branch and cleared his throat to get the others attention without startling him too much. "feels good, doesn't it?" he rasped calmly, head tilted to the side. "probably should warn you that you're on private land. at least before the big bad panther comes. b-better have your story straight." despite his wordings, there was a glint of tease in his yellow eyes. oh he wouldn't be surprised if amaya was creeping around already and had overheard.

[spoiler=tags :: updated 04/07]basics.
✯ rick sanches // open to nicknames
✯ cismale // male pronouns
✯ five years // seventy years
✯ newcomer of occultatum village
✯ no titles // no titles
✯ has amnesia
✯ based off rick from rick and morty


appearance.
✯ domestic feline [ref]
✯ milky white fur that sticks out messily
✯ sharp yellow eyes
✯ wears a silver dog tag with writing and a black box stuck to the back of it
✯ blue-grey markings on ears/lower back/tail/toes
✯ voice ref [/url]

relationships.
✯ no friends yet
✯ open to apprentice
✯ npc xx npc
✯ panromantic // pansexual
✯ single // no crush
✯ father of beth smith
✯ grandfather of morty smith & summer smith
✯ ex-husband of diane
✯ has no memory of them

interaction.
✯ [url=https://www.bearbonesrp.com/index.php?topic=16158.msg379774#msg379774]storage // plot
✯ physically hard // mentally easy // vulnerable to powers
✯ attack in #838F8F[/spoiler]

[THE OSSUARY.]

i'm out of my head

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OOC // welcome! ps, i love ollie already. ; v ; b also, apologies for the lack of quality.

xxHenry had not interacted much with the locals after joining. Due to the fact that the first face he had seen around these parts was not-so-friendly towards him, he kept his head low and his presence relatively unnoticed. He just wanted to be a little more sure of things before he really started to interact with anybody. Like Ollie, he had been a wanderer since he first came into this world - and, by that, he meant waking up in a body that was not his own, and in a universe that he did not recognize nor was familiar with. Being formerly human from a relatively normal universe save a few special details, he never expected to be suddenly transported to a post-apocalyptic dimension. Not only this, but so far, this world has left him with more questions than answers in which the former grew with each passing day. However, he could only expect that from a landscape running amok with mutilated beasts and talking animals - including himself in both the former and latter. If Henry hadn't seen what he did in the world before this one, he could only guess that he'd be going nuts by now.

xx"Oh Lord, am I glad I haven't ended up like Sammy," the coyote muttered to himself as he trotted through the forest. He weaved past shrubbery and boulders, double taking each time to check for foes who may be lingering beyond. He was still rather paranoid about his surroundings. The "dream" he'd seen before seeming more like it had been reality due to how it appeared to be affecting his behavior. Was it that or the time spent alone in the abandoned cities with irradiated creatures lurking beyond every turn? Or was it a mixture of both? None of it was clear at this point.

xxHenry's thoughts were interrupted then and he paused for a moment. He believed he'd heard a voice in the distance, speaking of something being... interesting? He turned halfway towards it, ears instinctively swiveling in alternate directions as he stared towards the origin of the sound. His entire body was rigid, ready to fight or flee if the need arose. "Relax Henry, do you really think it's someone coming to kill you now that they've made themselves known? Murderers keep quiet," he silently told himself as he sucked in a breath. He felt the air faintly in his nasal cavity; it was warm but that was all he could tell. He still couldn't smell beyond his own chemicals or feel much of anything. Henry forced himself to slink forward, body lowering towards the ground as he slipped into a bush and took a peek into the unknown. There was a dog of some kind ahead and it was... climbing a tree? His brows and his eyes squinted somewhat in response to the sunlight as he watched the stranger. He had been told to always approach trespassers and fend them off if need be. But, he was no fighter and his body was weak. At least, he thought it was; he really couldn't tell. All he knew was that he hadn't been able to wrench himself free of the jaws of a wolf that had attacked him in the city. Thus, the only reason he was "alive" now was that the wolf had lost grip of him when it tore of a chunk of his neck flesh. He still didn't understand why he wasn't dead, he'd bled out enough to be.

xxHenry almost jumped as another figure came into view. From the way they talked, they lived here, so he needn't worry about them, right? He glanced away from the scene for a moment. "Well, now that someone else had come to deal with the problem, I don't need ta interfere..." His thoughts drifted off as his pupils swiveled back to the scene. Maybe he should at least approach in case the dog tries to get violent or something of that nature. Despite his thoughts then nagging at him that he wouldn't be able to do much if that happened, he thought it better to clear things up for the trespasser. Thus, he weaseled his way out of the bush, a few twigs and leaves getting caught up in his fur in the process. Given his relative lack of smell, he didn't take into consideration his body's scent or appearance as he approached. He didn't smell of body odor or being dirty - though, he did look dirty. However, he did smell of chemicals and carrion. He also had the looks of a zombie with the chunk of flesh missing from the right side of his neck. It no longer oozed blood; instead, ink seeped from the wound and more or less covered up his exposed flesh.

xxHenry ambled his way over, pausing near the base of the tree and squinted up at the dog. As the coyote thought about where he wavered, he quickly came to the conclusion that he would most certainly at a tactical disadvantage if a fight arose. The dog could easily leap down on top of him. He forced his thoughts to the back of his mind as he continued to try to analyze them, his muzzle suddenly parting. "In other words, we'll need your name and business. If you're not here to join or bring a message from another clan, we'll have to run you off." As he spoke, he offered a slight smile as his brows turned up a bit. One could probably tell from the glint in his eyes that he was looking to avoid a fight today.

❝little boy inside my chest, breathe some life into my bones. i've been lost and wandering, down and out and missing home. 'cause you and i we dreamed a dream, on the road in '93, to tell him it's not over yet. i still got some fight in me. lying awake in my hotel bed, down in the valley, down in my love. darling i pray something picks me up.❞ TAGS ✦

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