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Post by Fangor on Aug 3, 2010 11:21:33 GMT -5
The tom offered a low grunt and shrug. "Not ones that are significant enough to mention besides Cinder getting her damn job done. Once she gets the move on... pretty set, I think."
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Post by numbertwo on Aug 4, 2010 8:54:18 GMT -5
"Just try not to ruin all of the pretty ones," Pascal said. "I want something lasting and fun to come out of it, rather than just more patients."
He gently scratched Fangor behind an ear. "Fang...Are you sure you know what you're doing? It could all go bad easily."
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Post by Fangor on Aug 6, 2010 10:28:02 GMT -5
Fangor gave a more sour expression to Pascal, rolling his eyes a bit before he smacked the other's paw. "It'll work. And if shit hits the fan, then we'll go down fighting. I could live with that. Or die." He shifted his weight once more, a little bit of a grunt.
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Post by numbertwo on Aug 6, 2010 10:53:15 GMT -5
"I really don't want to put everyone back together again," he repeated. "And you know I don't fight. That's what people like Rozumbrad are for."
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Post by Fangor on Aug 6, 2010 11:26:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, but we have a weapon," Fangor said, clearing his throat though he didn't cough, a victory in itself. "Did you know that bitch Coalie is still alive, and just so happens to be taking refuge with those dear Jellicles?" A bit of a smirk. "It's been awhile since we've let Chris... play. You won't be putting any of us back together again; the second he sees her, the Jellicles don't stand a chance. That's also ignoring that we have Cinder, Banshee, and Rozumbrad fighting. Even myself." A big statement for the albino who did enjoy fighting but often sent others in on the front line. Fangor was confident of his abilities, he wouldn't have been so high up otherwise, but he preserved his strength. When he needed it, it came in, slow and painful, like certain poisons. Chris was the opposite; he rolled in like a freight train.
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Post by numbertwo on Aug 6, 2010 11:35:07 GMT -5
"I hope you're right about that," Pascal said. "What if he stops long enough to listen to her? What if her believes her?'
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Post by Fangor on Aug 7, 2010 10:41:04 GMT -5
"Pascal," Fangor said flatly. "When has Chris ever taken her word over that of the family? The only time he ever was disobedient was with that kitten ordeal we took care of. He's like a damned pollicle, loyal and obedient to the end. Speaking of, did you see that hideous thing I think is a pitbull? Ugh. Why is it that so many of the best thugs are the ones who are completely retarded or autistic or something?"
Lumping Chris into those categories was something that he never questioned. On occasion he missed Chris's seemingly never ending optimism, but that was mainly because it never was quiet whenever Chris was around. Then again... Fangor liked quiet. And Chris not blabbering everything about everyone to everyone, at least in the gang. And Chris was a great feel-good boy, kind of a bit too perfect at that even though it'd been many years since Fangor took him. Thinking about it, Fangor didn't remember ever doing Chris except for that first "initiation," the nonexistent one the idiot fell for and seemed all too eager to do even as he cried. But he didn't cry and bleed enough for Fangor's wants, and he was too valuable.
But if this Rumpus cat were valuable enough...
"Tell me... where can we find this Rumpus Cat."
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Post by numbertwo on Aug 7, 2010 11:02:08 GMT -5
Pascal shrugged. "How should I know? He just seems to wander around aimlessly. I guess he has somewhere he keeps his stuff, but I've never heard of it."
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Post by Fangor on Aug 7, 2010 11:57:29 GMT -5
"That's something that needs to be found out. Immediately," he replied, not necessarily thinking of the rationality accompanying that.
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Post by numbertwo on Aug 8, 2010 10:08:04 GMT -5
"Be sure to tell me how that goes," the Doc said simply, well aware that it was not in his job description. He was there for medical reasons, and to try and stop Fangor killing anyone too useful.
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Post by Fangor on Aug 8, 2010 10:15:57 GMT -5
"Not good enough," came the simple, though brittle, answer, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as another wave of nausea hit him. "Why's it doing a double hit like this again?" he mumbled, more to himself than the other.
One week.
"One week..?" God. The idea of not working for that week... drove him nuts. Just like Jazz being so wrapped up in his work. He'd have preferred to give that sort of power to his second.
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Post by numbertwo on Aug 23, 2010 21:52:41 GMT -5
"You've been overdoing it again," the Doc said, slowly rubbing Fangor's back in a way that may be slightly patronising, but was meant to help. "Think of your loved ones. Or at least those who would be inconvenienced by your demise," he amended.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 25, 2010 6:29:42 GMT -5
He knew he shouldn't have been there.
In that space that belonged to neither Jellicle nor Macavity, Mistoffelees found himself there for a sole reason--magic. Practicing in Jellicle territory was fine but it would eventually take away from the allure, from the magic appeal. He didn't want that. He wanted, thrived on, needed the attention.
And, so, it was why he reckoned that he stopped sharply, somewhat hidden against the wall, and drew closer when he heard two voices. He didn't see their faces but there were plans, things he heard enough--
it made him ill.
Who were these cats?
Curiosity drew him a step closer, then another.
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Post by Macavity on Aug 25, 2010 22:14:22 GMT -5
He didn't like it when Fangor disappeared.
Sick as a dog and with the violence of a rabid chihuahua, Fangor was one of Macavity's best toms and thus, valuable to him. Understandably he got upset when said tom was absent for a stretch of hours and took the search into his own hands. It was on one of those patrols that Macavity was engaging in at this time.
The ginger criminal walked the unclaimed land, humming under his breath. The hem of his pants dragged along the ground, dirtied and tattered, adding a quiet swishing sound to his footfalls. His knowledge of this area was scarce to say the least and allowed his nose and ears to guide him - and hopefully find that damned cat.
An untrained baritone, hushed in casual singing, could be heard if he ventured close enough. "Lost in the darkness.. mmm.. once, there was morning.. hnnn.. endless night.."
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Post by Fangor on Aug 26, 2010 13:49:50 GMT -5
"My only concern is-" He stopped his sentence, ears picking up the sound, eyes widening a little. "Shit," he swore beneath his breath, trying to stand up taller, trying to pretend that illness was absent.
Valiant effort, really.
He even went so far as to brush off the white leather vest he left open, something complimenting his slacks.
"The boss is coming," he said.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 29, 2010 8:14:06 GMT -5
Another step and he could see two cats. His head cocked to the side as he studied them. One was all white, maybe an albino--he wasn't certain.But from the scars and rugged way he held himself, he was certain the tom was violent. By the way he was relatively quiet, he was certain he was seasoned, and by the way he said boss, he was sure it was big.
The other cat surprised him a little, mainly with the accent. German? He never was so strong at distinguishing accents. But what was remarkable were his black and white markings. They were actually quite stunning, and in a way Mistoffelees felt some could have nearly matched his own.
But who was "the boss"? Why was it worth a swear?
He continued to peer at the two. If he needed to, he'd pull a vanishing act.
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Post by Macavity on Aug 29, 2010 21:19:11 GMT -5
Curiosity always got the best of him. Cutting off his singing, Macavity hesitated in his stride and perked his ears. Voices, scuffling. Mmhmm.
Turning towards the sound, he wandered in that particular direction and came upon exactly what he thought he'd find. Well, half of it. Rozumbrad was a pleasant surprise.
"Good day, chaps," he greeted smoothly. "Keeping out of trouble here in no man's land?"
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Post by Fangor on Aug 31, 2010 6:58:32 GMT -5
"Or causing it," Fangor replied smoothly. "Going for a walk, Sir?" It was amazing how he could switch so quickly from personal to professional, though he felt dizzy and now was somewhat pissed at Pascal. Out of ALL the times he could med him...
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 31, 2010 16:20:32 GMT -5
Mistoffelees' felt his body become still and his heart thudded. Instinctively, a hand touched his cheek where he'd been scratched before. Macavity...
And on unmarked territory, too.
And with two toms... Mistoffelees didn't evenknow who they were.
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Post by numbertwo on Sept 1, 2010 10:30:10 GMT -5
"Not really any trouble to keep out of," Pascal pointed out. Had Fangor said anything about being woosey to Pascal, he would have told him to harden up.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 2, 2010 5:16:49 GMT -5
"Well, it's just a beautiful day, isn't it?"
Macavity's lips stretched in a sarcastic smile. "What brings you two out here, mmm? Not out here for a tea party of any sorts, I can see that now." Yellow eyes studied each tom in turn as he awaited a response.
.. though he could almost smell another cat nearby..
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Post by Fangor on Sept 2, 2010 9:15:30 GMT -5
"The recruiter search." There was truth to that; Macavity's gang, and particularly the cats Fangor took under his wing, always could use more talent. "Pascal suggested we find a way to get the great Rumpus Cat on our side. Seems like he's not only stronger than Chris, but dumber as well. Shouldn't take too much to get him on our side; Jellicles wouldn't even know what hit them."
It was kind of odd how lowly he thought of Chris, who was one of the toms he held in highest regard for ability. Though after the queen incident, he was a little more delicate. Strange how, in the same day, he could think about how disposable Chris was. Strange how Pascal was that good at changing his mind.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 4, 2010 15:46:42 GMT -5
Mistoffelees felt ill to his stomach as he listened to the interchange. He should go, he knew he should, but he was hidden so well. So, so very well. If there was something he could do, disappearing acts were top of the list next to all the lighting tricks.
Recruiter search? That was frightening.
More so was the mention of the great Rumpus Cat--one that Mistoffelees wasn't sure existed or was mythical. From this statement, the cat sounded fairly real.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 4, 2010 21:05:44 GMT -5
"The Rumpus Cat? Are you snorting something new, Fangor?" A disapproving tone to be sure, though it gained a lacing of malice when he next spoke. "Are you suggesting we replace Chris?"
This idea - this hint, even - was not entertaining the boss in Fangor's favor. It troubled him right off the bat. Despite what he would rather be doing to the sickly tom, he kept his poised and calm composure, the only giveaway he was displeased found in his voice.
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Post by Fangor on Sept 4, 2010 21:14:55 GMT -5
"Rumpus Cat was Pascal's idea. He's as dumb as a doornail. Would take some planning, but it's possible, and if he's on our side, we'd be virtually unstoppable. If he did a stakeout first, he could be essentially first batillion. It would save some injuries and deaths on our side."
Something odd considering his comment about Chris, and Macavity's response truly puzzled him. He thought Macavity didn't care much for Chris, especially with his unpredictability, and sometimes those juvenile moments where he seemed no better than a retarded child. Was Chris one of Macavity's sex partners? No. He was certain not or he'd have known about it.
"When we make our move on their turf, he'll be critical because of that bitch, Coalie. I'm not entirely certain how well he'll do, though, afterward. We need to get him fighting fit again rather than just physically fit." Because certainly he was built like a train for his small stature. And Chris would fight when needed, but it wasn't what Fangor meant. No. He wanted a completely precise timing, though when it came down to it if he needed a tornado, he'd get one. Chris was always like that.
"I didn't think that would have been a problem with you, Sir. I thought you were indifferent to him."
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Post by Macavity on Sept 4, 2010 21:29:49 GMT -5
Indifferent?
For one reason or another, the word extended its claws and delved into his flesh, digging themselves into his muscles and tore away. A whirlpool of emotions began to build in the pit of his stomach as he regarded Fangor in his silent, emotionless state. It took him a full minute to react to his henchcat; a minute that would have driven any other ordinary into a state of distress by the amount of tension that hung in the air.
It took a minute for the war of memories, feelings, business options, and consideration of his reply that caused this stall. Macavity smiled then, giving the impression of agreement, but that all changed as soon as he released a throaty, predatory hiss, and threw himself at Fangor. It was enough to bring Fangor to the ground by his weight alone.
If anything was obvious, it was that Macavity was pissed off.
And that was bad.
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Post by Fangor on Sept 4, 2010 21:45:52 GMT -5
Clearly... Fangor knew he fucked up. That with the combination of the meds he'd just been given made him weak, too weak. Were it any other cat, Fangor would try to fight back, but he was ill, and this was Macavity. Fangor was always a great fighter, rarely losing, but Macavity was better. That's just the way it was--a fact.
He wheezed a little bit as he strained to get the word, "Sorry" out. It wasn't for begging. No. It was a misunderstanding.
Maybe it was Fangor who was just tiring of Chris. He wasn't nearly so much fun after the incident when he got so depressed, but he worked well, and before he was starting to get distracted.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 4, 2010 22:02:51 GMT -5
Sorry?" he repeated as a harsh whisper. He straddled Fangor, fingers curled tightly around the frail cat's wrists, which he held at a cross at the top of the other's head. "Sorry? No, Fangor, I'll reconsider this. Let me just get a messenger to Rumpus and a noose for Chris. Do you think he'd prefer a literal back stabbing or a formal dismissal letter? You know what - here, take this," he began, digging in his pocket to find his switchblade, "and next time you see him, be sure to ask him how his day was before you drive it into his chest."
His hair hung over his shoulders as he hovered over the tom, creating a dark halo around his already crazed and angry features. His yellow eyes were slit dangerously – a wrong move, especially now that the blade had been revealed, could possibly end up as fatal.
Pressing the cold steel under Fangor’s chin, the point barely grazing over his throat, the elusive ginger tom collected both of the tom’s wrists in one hand and dug his nails into whatever flesh he could. “This is a not a good thing to hear from you, Fangor. I thought you knew better. I thought you were better. So tell me, why do you underestimate someone who could very likely surpass you in rank and combat?”
Threatening his rank was one thing, but Macavity knew that Fangor took his training seriously and his fights even more so. Time to pick the meat off the bone.
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Post by Fangor on Sept 4, 2010 22:12:39 GMT -5
Fangor was stunned by the words, and some of the implication with them. They were harsh. Too harsh. Chris could never surpass him in rank; the only way he could in combat was if he kept getting sicker and sicker, if he got on Chris's bad side, it the tornado turned on him personally. A thought went to Pascal wondering if the other would try to bail him out, though he doubted it. This was his fight. His issue. A false move, and he'd be dead.
What irony would it be if he died from a slit throat over Chris when that was what they did to him, though not with the intent of him dying?
How could he approach the subject?
"I'm concerned about him," he settled on saying, careful words. That was the only thing he could think of to say before shuddering. He couldn't spill blood--Macavity was too valuable. Far too valuable.
It was strange--he wasn't panicking exactly, though this was the biggest scare of his life, and it might be the last. He didn't know. But he never was beneath another cat, not for long.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 4, 2010 22:26:55 GMT -5
Laughter was meant to be a heart-warming, delightful thing. It usually meant a good time was being had, that there was happiness.. it was said to be the best medicine.
When Macavity laughed, though, it was if the glass to the deranged tiger cage was shattered and the rabid beast was allowed to run free. When Macavity laughed, it was a bad sign; and now, his voice carried across the area, booming with such a craze that it could have easily been compared to a hysterical mental patient.
As laughed – cackled – he had moved the switchblade from Fangor’s throat as he steaded his hand on his shoulder, leaning heavily on the other tom. His shoulders shook forcibly, head bowed low so that his hair completely veiled his face. It lasted too long and when he fell silent again, the larger cat drew himself to his feet. The weapon was turned slowly in his fingers, a thoughtful swing, and in a flurry of motion it was thrown down to embed itself into the dirt.. just a couple uncomfortable inches from Fangor’s face.
“This was the wrong way to bring up concern.”
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