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Post by Fangor on Sept 4, 2010 22:32:07 GMT -5
Fangor couldn't help the flinch, and at first he didn't move, eyes on the other warily as if he might be struck. But he wasn't. The other part was slow as he sat upright, the nausea from the meds hitting him hard in the stomach. "It will never happen again, sir." A sentence that said it all.
He wouldn't touch Chris. Chris had a green card for Fangor's claws. Others, though...
That was a horrible thing to think.
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Post by numbertwo on Sept 5, 2010 9:13:42 GMT -5
Pascal had just watched the events. He may have seemed still, but there was a slight move of one hand to a pocket containing a scalpel. His ultimate loyalty, after himself, was to Fangor. If he had thought that Macavity was going to actually kill Fangor, he would have stopped him.
He cleared his throat. "All nice with that and all... Aber wir sind nicht allein."
(((But we are not alone.)))
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Post by Fangor on Sept 5, 2010 10:35:18 GMT -5
Fangor's head snapped toward Pascal. He was a little stronger in Russian due to knowing Jazz longer than Pascal, but he made a point to know their languages. To know them enough for understanding even if he wasn't fluent at speaking.
"Wo? Wieviele?"
He eyed the switchblade, tempted for that alone but he was armed as is.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 5, 2010 21:38:33 GMT -5
Stooping, Macavity snatched the blade from the dirt and sheathed it with a jerk of his fingers. He had nearly forgotten about Pascal in the rush of events, though when he heard the rough German, it was time to focus on the intruder. Perking his ears, he strained to listen for an odd noise or indication as to where their audience was.
Seemingly done with the two toms, Macavity wordlessly began to stroll away from them. He knew he had smelled someone different. He knew it. Now to find the rat.
Here, kitty, kitty..
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 5, 2010 23:31:04 GMT -5
Mistoffelees sucked in a breath, trembling silently. Macavity was so fast. And that thug... that thug seemed so dangerous but was taken down in a heartbeat. And the words--were they planning to...
He must have been wrong. He must have misunderstood something.
But it didn't feel like he did.
And then there was something in German he didn't understand, and Macavity was walking away. It made him uneasy. But what to do? Pull a vanishing act? Keep watching? Run?
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Post by Macavity on Sept 6, 2010 3:31:47 GMT -5
Mmm.. fear.
It was that singular emotion that attracted Macavity like a shark to blood. Fear fueled his rampages and his intimidation. He was certain he could find the needle in the stack of hay that was this unclaimed territory. No one hid from him for long. No one.
Attentive to everything, the ginger tom allowed his senses to take control. He liked hide and seek.
He always won.
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Post by Fangor on Sept 9, 2010 9:44:33 GMT -5
Fear--it had an odd scent, the one Macavity seemed to thrive on. Fangor should have picked up on it before--it was so clear. If the meds were fucking with him that much....
Almost as if in warning, he gave Pascal a tiny look. Not in fury but it was there. Pascal would understand.
But where? Did Pascal know, or just process the scent. And how to make it so their little spy wouldn't run?
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Post by numbertwo on Sept 13, 2010 9:21:47 GMT -5
"Ein kleine schwatze Kater," Pascal muttered. "Er denken ich kann ihn nicht seh'n."
(((A small black tom. He thinks I can not see him.)))
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Post by Macavity on Sept 13, 2010 11:15:09 GMT -5
Being fluent or acceptably understanding in other languages helped his job. German was no stranger to him.
Macavity was hardly within earshot to hear the last bit of muttering when he had paced back towards the other two, though he had heard enough. A small black tom is exactly what caught his eye. He turned his body with his head and began to stride towards Mistoffelees; casual, as though to greet an old friend.
Problem was this friend had murderous intentions.
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Post by Fangor on Sept 13, 2010 11:59:26 GMT -5
Fangor watched Macavity. He knew the cat enough to know he already spotted his target. And so, he scooted, silent, strangely almost invisible against the walls, or rather knowing the right spots to camoflage his white body. He stood then, not too close to the black tom, but close enough incase he happened to sprint that he could catch him.
Pretty little thing, he thought for a moment, studying the other's posterior.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 13, 2010 12:14:20 GMT -5
Mistoffelees felt the fur on the back of his neck rise as he took a step backward, then another. If there was one thing he was excellent at, it was disappearing acts... that was when he wasn't so scared he forgot his magic, as he did then.
He turned his head, studying the surrounding area before hesitating. He could run, or hope that being hidden would work. If he ran, he'd probably be seen.
He didn't know which was the better option.
In his head, he went through his tricks, trying to remember just how he pulled the disappearing act the last time, how to get out of there as soon as possible.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 14, 2010 9:59:08 GMT -5
"No need to be afraid," a purr as smooth as velvet rumbled, a striking accompaniment to the disturbing sound of his feet shuffling across the gravel. "We're all friends here.."
He could see Fangor out of his peripheral vision, though didn't make an indication of his position. No, his headlight-yellow eyes were directed solely on Mistoffelees; a predator to his prey. The very faintest hint faux kindness reflected in his otherwise sarcastic smile, a poor attempt to give the little magician hope. "What brings you out around here, hmm? Come now, don't be shy."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 14, 2010 10:11:02 GMT -5
Spotted...
Shit.
By Macavity, too.
More shit.
A step was taken backward, then another.
"Um..." he fumbled, not coming closer. He wouldn't. That'd be too dangerous. Fingers tugged at the sleeves that covered those scars on his arms. "It's... it's unmarked territory..." No shit... "And... and I wanted to practice... I... can't really do that on human territory and Jellicle territory... there's... not much space. I... I didn't realize you were meeting here. I can leave. Really, that might be a better idea."
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Post by Macavity on Sept 14, 2010 10:24:46 GMT -5
"You have this odd, inconvenient habit of popping up wherever I happen to be conducting business." Behind him, his unruly tail swished sluggishly against his calves, adding to his cool and collected demeanor. Mere feet away from the smaller tom he stopped to observe him, study him, smile at him. "Why is that? Is it just coincidental?"
Ticking his head to the side thoughtfully, he added, "Look how nicely it healed."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 14, 2010 10:30:44 GMT -5
"W-with all due respect... If it were possible, I wouldn't go out of my way to find you, let alone be within a mile from you." He trembled before taking yet another step back, a hand touching his cheek, acutely aware of it now.
"I--I won't tell anyone. I didn't the last time. I just... please don't hurt me. I just... I just wanted to practice."
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Post by Macavity on Sept 14, 2010 10:36:47 GMT -5
"Practice makes perfect, or so they say. You know, Mistoffelees.. you can tell me you weren't here to spy, that you wanted to enjoy some private time with your magics.. though, I'm compelled to ask, how long have you been here?" Rolling his shoulder casually, he continued, "Because if you've been seeing things and hearing things you shouldn't when you could have gotten away and completely avoided this whole little confrontation.. it's harder to believe you."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 14, 2010 10:39:47 GMT -5
"I..."
He didn't have much of an answer.
"I got scared." Well, that part was true. "You... you guys were fighting and if I ran, I thought I'd be killed on spot. So... so I just stayed." He was tense. Frightened.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 14, 2010 10:53:31 GMT -5
"You're stupid. There's nothing left to that. You're absolutely stupid." Gravel crunched and shifted under his weight as he stepped closer, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke. Piece by piece, Macavity's more pleasant facade began to drop, revealing the grisly mastermind beneath. "You will openly admit to eavesdropping, you will not flee a potentially gruesome scene that would boomerang back and damage you, you will allow your curiosity to be more important than your life and you will stand here and try to apologize, hoping I'll pat you on the head and let you go free? Do you know why you were marked the first time?"
His posture and overall body language had evolved drastically. It was as though Hyde had overthrown Jekyll; he was suddenly tense, driven by madness, unpredictable. Macavity was ready to fight - no, he was ready to kill.
"You shouldn't have done that."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 14, 2010 11:16:28 GMT -5
Mistoffelees offered a squeal, panting hard, eyes wide, the whites more prominent from sheer terror. Maybe it was fear. MAybe. But Christ, he was scared. Scared shitless. And he was trying to be honest--what was wrong in saying that? Macavity--he'd thought--
God, he was going to die, wasn't he?
He turned, pivoting his body in a sprint.
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Post by Fangor on Sept 14, 2010 11:18:43 GMT -5
It was then that Fangor sprang forth should the other run. He grabbed Mistoffelees hard, twisting his arms back as he forced the cat to his knees, a knee on his back in an uncomfortable, almost crucified position, just a much lower one.
He didn't speak. To do that then would be to step on Macavity's toes. Instead, he held the cat, twisted his arm harder, watched his boss for any indication of what he wanted done.
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Post by Macavity on Sept 14, 2010 11:51:12 GMT -5
Hardly allowing time for Mistoffelees to digest what just happened, Macavity's voice erupted in a bloodcurdling cry and swung two sharp claws at the young cat's face. Two marks; one that would reopen the original strike, and a second just below that.
"Piece of shit," he hissed, dropping to a crouch and bringing his face mere inches from Fangor's captive's. "You don't learn, do you? You don't," he muttered, staring Mistoffelees through slitted eyes. "Learn two new names today, kitten. My right-hand tom here is Fangor, and the good Doctor is back there. Remember this. Remember.."
Reaching out, his fingers curled around Mistoffelees' neck, holding his head still as he leaned forward and slowly drew his tongue over the trickle of blood that dripped from his wounds. It was almost sensual, a rough purr in his throat as he released him and got to his feet.
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Post by Fangor on Sept 14, 2010 11:53:54 GMT -5
Fangor gave a wicked smirk--that was possibly the hottest thing he'd seen in quite some time. The only thing hotter would have been if Macavity raped the tom then andthere, and if there was even more blood. A last twist to Mistoffelees' arms was given before he roughly let go of the tom, shoving him to the ground with a hard kick before brushing off his pants, partially out of habit, partially from the stiffy he was sort of getting.
He'd have to see if Pascal were in the mood.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 14, 2010 11:58:29 GMT -5
Mistoffelees cried. He wasn't able to help it. He was scared, his face hurt, it stung, and there was Macavity in his face, licking his face, and that cat behind him...
He shook hard as he nodded his head. Remember two names--the Doctor, who was the German one, and Fangor, who was the albino.
He picked himself up, clothes dirtied with small holes from the gravel, and, after standing a moment, ran.
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