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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 24, 2010 1:05:34 GMT -5
Rumple glanced back at Misto's voice. "I mean, I'll stay, if ya want me to. I just thought...." She shook her head, turning to return to Misto's side. "Neva mind."
She and Mungo had never been on the best of terms with Misto, but he was a fellow Jellicle, and this was obviously bothering him. After a moment of hesitation, she gently draped an arm around his shoulders, hoping it would make him feel a bit better. She was never good with feelings.
She murmured, "I didn' know that he thinks you're 'is brotha. 'E didn't mention that. I'm sorry..."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 24, 2010 1:38:21 GMT -5
"I... this is..." Great, and now the cat was crying? Everlasting Cat, how was he supposed to deal with all of this with NO therapy? Maybe he needed some soon. Or a good distraction. Or something.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 24, 2010 2:02:49 GMT -5
Quaxo was legitimately frightened now. What if Misto didn't believe him, had him thrown out like some basket case. He had left everything he knew for him.
"Please Misto, say something, anything..." He wiped at his eye, this was all just too much.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 24, 2010 14:06:37 GMT -5
"I'm..." He took a deep breath. "I think I need to sit down. And have a glass of water," he added, dropping down immediately, not even caring about the dirt. Everything was overwhelming lately. There was his relationship which he enjoyed. There was Tugger who was driving him nuts and still got to him in ways he wished not. There were all the scares with...
He couldn't even finish that thought.
And then, his long lost brother?
"Quaxo..." he said aloud, trying to trigger something, but he couldn't. He shook his head, then hanging it, depressed.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 24, 2010 21:18:46 GMT -5
Quaxo could feel the pain coming from Misto, it was so strong, much stronger than he had ever felt before. With others his power seemed more of an awareness, with Misto it was like his mind was being attacked with the other cat's feelings.
Quaxo knelt down in front of him, trying his best not to stumble. "I'm sorry," he said looking up to Teazer, "but would you mind getting him some water?"
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Post by Rumpleteazer on Dec 24, 2010 21:59:09 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah..." Rumple looked down at Misto, and gently patted his shoulder. "I'll be right back, okay, Misto?" Nodding, she wandered off, to find a cup and some water.
God, this was awkward.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 24, 2010 23:48:03 GMT -5
"I don't know what to say. Or what to believe. I should be the one apologizing to you. A lot of things here have been... it's hard to trust a lot of things," he said quietly.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 25, 2010 0:01:06 GMT -5
Quaxo looked into his eyes, "I know. I can feel it, feel your pain, your distrust. You have powers right? When you were a kit you nearly blasted me across an alley. Well I have them too; mine are just a little less dangerous is all. I can feel emotions, and I've never felt so strongly as I feel them in you.
"Please don't be sorry, it's not your fault, if anything you should be angry at me."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 25, 2010 0:19:21 GMT -5
Now, he was just confused. "So... you're like Tantomille and Coricopat?" His head cocked to the side, thinking about the twins, a bit too out of sorts to consider that Quaxo might not know who he meant. But his powers--blasted across an alley... Misto had been known to do that.
"I'm still learning," he admitted, in regard to his power. "I can control them a bit better around my boyfriend."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 25, 2010 0:29:30 GMT -5
Quaxo almost laughed, "I don't know, I suppose that depends on exactly what it is they do."
At mention of a boyfriend he smlied, "so you have a boyfriend? That's good, at least you're not alone here. That's what I was most worried about, I didn't want you to feel alone."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 25, 2010 1:20:47 GMT -5
"No. No, I'm not alone. Everyone likes me. ... that sounded incredibly conceited." Although Mistoffelees didn't deny having an ego, ever. Just sometimes he'd get bruised with it, or get subdued. Then the others, uncontrollable. But in terms of being liked, he knew he was. He had Tugger and Victoria as his two best friends. He had Bombalurina whenever she wasn't trying to smother him to death with her bosom. Munkustrap and Alonzo were pleasant, one more than the other. Old Deuteronomy, naturally, was amazing. Actually, he couldn't think of any of the kittens he disliked particularly. Really, his major distaste was for Plato and his inherent stupidity.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 25, 2010 1:35:27 GMT -5
"You didn't mean it that way though," Quaxo said with a wink, "I can tell remember?"
He reached for Misto's hand, grasping at it and looking him in the eyes, "look, I don't expect you to spontaneously remember me, and to just let me in on your life secrets no questions asked. I just want to be in your life again...I've missed you little brother."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 25, 2010 1:40:24 GMT -5
Little brother... it was strange. He squeezed the hand as he gazed at the odd cat, trying to find any sort of physical resemblance, but he couldn't see it. Subconsciously, his free hand rubbed over the long sleeve of his shirt, over the burn scars he was ashamed of, remnants of accidents when learning his tricks.
"What... do you do? Or like to do, I mean?"
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 25, 2010 1:48:57 GMT -5
"Well...I like to dance, though I don't get a chance half as much as I'd like. I sing all the time." He paused a moment, "hmm, what else..." he laughed, "I kind of love playing tricks on people," he put on an Irish accent, "like convincing them I'm Irish for instance."
"What about you? What do you like to do?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 25, 2010 10:03:55 GMT -5
"You dance, too?" The accent was what threw him off. "How did you do that? Throw your voice like that?" The curiosity dug at him, head cocking, always wanting to learn a new trick. He wasn't known for his voice, often coming across as quite shy before the fireworks came.
"I..." Well, what did he like to do. "Magic." Pause. "Jazz." Have sex, he thought but didn't add.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 25, 2010 15:14:35 GMT -5
Quaxo smiled, glad he seemed to be connecting with Misto, if only a little bit. At Misto's comment on his accent, however, he beamed, he was quite proud of that talent. "I could probably teach you if you'd like!"
"I''d really like to see you do your magic, now that you've started to be able to focus it. You perform for the cats around here? Oh, by the way, do you live here?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 26, 2010 11:32:08 GMT -5
At that, the black cat smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "I always want to learn more. I'm really not so fantastic yet." Bollocks. He knew that was bollocks, but one really had to be modest these days. Made the tricks all the more explosive. "I dabble a bit. And ah... I have somewhat a den here, as most do, but I live with a human family. They're quite something."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 27, 2010 1:42:46 GMT -5
Quaxo smiled again, "I'm sure you're excellent! I really would like to see sometime; and I'll definitely teach you the accents. I do a lot more than just one, but it's not really hard once you get the hang of it."
At mention of the family his smile faltered the smallest fraction. He wondered for the first time what he was going to do, where he was going to live, and how he was going to survive. He hadn't been on his own for a very long time, he wasn't sure he remembered how to be a stray.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 27, 2010 19:17:37 GMT -5
"Oh, pssh, I'm quite all right," Mistoffelees answered, taking in the change in his supposed brother's body though he didn't comment. He was curious but often Mistoffelees didn't ask questions. He preferred to figure out things on his own.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 27, 2010 19:24:21 GMT -5
Quaxo nodded, forcing himself to remain smiling, it wouldn't do for his brother to be worrying about him, though he wasn't exactly sure that he would.
"Oh," Quaxo said, fishing in his bag, "let me show you something, see if this strikes any memories."
He procured a photograph, taken just before he dyed his fur, back when he was still all white. "This is me," he explained, "I dyed my fur not too long ago, the white is my natural colouring."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 27, 2010 19:58:46 GMT -5
Eagerly, the cat took the picture, hoping this would be the key he needed, but soon his face fell as well. He had no trace of recognition for the picture save for the bit of black that he knew for certain was himself. He could see the resemblance somewhat, but not entirely. Something felt missing.
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 27, 2010 20:25:18 GMT -5
Quaxo looked on expectantly at Misto as he looked at the picture, sure that this would spark something. He felt the excitement turn into disappointment, and was sure that this picture had changed nothing.
"I'm sorry, I thought that it might help," Quaxo murmured. "So," a pause, "what now?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 27, 2010 20:44:28 GMT -5
"I... don't know... I think I definitely need that glass of water." he paused. "It's not you. I just... it's a lot to take in all at once."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 27, 2010 21:04:36 GMT -5
"I understand," Quaxo said, his grin, despite his best efforts, going away.
He thought that once he found Misto that everything would be better, like they'd magically be brothers again. Now that he was here and looked at him, he felt doubt seeping into him. He assumed that Misto would need him, that he would have missed him in some way. It turns out that he was fine, that it was actually him who needed Misto. His brother had moved on, he had a family. both human and otherwise, but he...he had nothing anymore. His entire life had revolved around finding Mistoffelees, and now that he had, he didn't really know what to do with himself.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 27, 2010 21:26:57 GMT -5
This... felt awkward. More than felt, it was. Who did the cat think he was to show up and expect Misto to be super open-arms and all is well? Misto couldn't for the life of him remember the cat. That made him anxious. He rubbed the back of his neck, throat dry. Stressed. He never wanted anyone to feel pain but this...
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 27, 2010 21:34:48 GMT -5
Quaxo stood up, feeling Misto's unease. "I'm really sorry Misto,"God he had been saying that a lot today, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He picked up his bag, "I wish that I could help you remember, but I don't want to force myself on you either. If you want me to stay, if you want to talk more then I'd be more than willing -- but I'll leave if you want me to."
He repressed the sadness he felt, not letting it show in his face, this wasn't supposed to be the way that it was. It wasn't supposed to be this way at all...
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 27, 2010 21:36:41 GMT -5
"You..." He cleared his throat. "It's just a lot to absorb at once. I'm not... this isn't necessarily to say it's a rejection of sorts. I'm... private. Even if you're my brother, we're virtually strangers, which is all right. But to breeze in and leave, I don't think that would accomplish anything."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 27, 2010 21:38:14 GMT -5
Quaxo paused, "does...does that mean you want me to stay?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Dec 27, 2010 21:42:14 GMT -5
Mistoffelees wasn't sure what it meant. "I don't know you," he said, trying to emphasize the point. "But if you leave, then I won't get to know you, and we will be strangers. So, it's up to you."
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Post by Quaxo on Dec 27, 2010 21:48:17 GMT -5
Quaxo blushed, glad that his fur no longer showed the redness in his face. "Umm...I want to stay, I really want to get to know you." He took a deep breath, "can I be entirely honest with you?"
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