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Post by bombalurina on May 14, 2010 11:08:57 GMT -5
Bombalurina was a strong specimen of Queen, and she made a point of letting the world know it, but she found herself rather unwilling to let go of Tugger and Misto at this point in time. Both literally and physically. She had grabbed onto Tugger's other arms and although she had loosened her clutching hands, the physical contact helped calm her shaky nerves. She hated being scared.
"Ugh. Can we just...go somewhere safe? Please?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 14, 2010 11:13:21 GMT -5
"Three's company," Mistoffelees said hurriedly. The situation was too grave to think about jealousy. The idea of him being protected by both of the other cats seemed far more appealing. They were taller. Older. Stronger.
He had magic but its use was still limited as he learned.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 14, 2010 22:06:45 GMT -5
Tugger nudged Misto down, grabbing Bomba's hand, to guide her with him. Right now, he would lead both of them to his den, and he wouldn't try to turn it into anything dirty.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 15, 2010 8:46:35 GMT -5
Mistoffelees allowed Tugger to lead the way, one of the only times he'd allot the cat that much freedom as he scrambled a little, continuously looking behind his shoulder. Safety. It was their only option.
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Post by bombalurina on May 15, 2010 18:03:46 GMT -5
Bom followed, matching Tugger's pace, still not ready to let go of him. She hated looking this vulnerable, but Macavity scared the hell out of her. His gang were a nasty, murderous, torturing bunch. Get on their wrong side, or cross their path at the wrong time, and you could end up learning the color of your insides. And Bom wasn't quite yet ready for that.
She couldn't help but wonder what the Napoleon of Crime had meant, pointing at Mistoffelees like he did. She looked over at the tuxedo tom, scrutinizing him as he padded alongside Tugger.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 17, 2010 21:13:48 GMT -5
"Come on, come on," Mistoffelees breathed, still tense as all hell.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 17, 2010 21:34:54 GMT -5
When they reached the den, Tugger ducked inside, leaving them to close the door.
He planted himself in what was his lounge, with the clear aim of not moving.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 17, 2010 22:00:45 GMT -5
Mistoffelees wanted to scoot in first, but chivalry bit at him, and instead he found himself pushing Bombalurina in, a little more roughly than he'd meant as he pulled it shut behind him. Only then did his shivering become so apparent as he turned around, moving to where Tugger was, and wrapped his arms around the other tom for a sort of comfort.
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Post by bombalurina on May 18, 2010 22:29:25 GMT -5
Bombalurina was familiar with Tugger's den, but she stood awkwardly in the middle, eyes darting around, breathing erratically.
"Okay-" she started, a little hesitantly, voice shaking. "What...was that?" She wrapped her arms around herself, wanting terribly to be held, but that was kind of an odd request. "That was Macavity. Like, murder and torture and bad...ness Macavity. What the hell was he doing in the Junkyard?"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 18, 2010 22:56:51 GMT -5
"Maybe nothing," Tugger offered, gesturing for Bombalurina to join them on the couch.
"Maybe he just likes spying."
That was the preferable option.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 19, 2010 8:04:26 GMT -5
"He looked at me." A point blank statement. "Why'd he look at me? He pointed at me."
There was a pause before another sound. The distinct sound of whimpering as his face buried more into Tugger's shoulder. "He's going to find me and hunt me down and kill me."
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Post by bombalurina on May 22, 2010 1:05:37 GMT -5
Bom took a seat next to Tugger, cuddling into his side, the warmth calming her shaking body. There was nothing sexual about it - only a need for comfort. However, the moment Mistofeelees began to whimper, she rallied. She put a hand on him, trying to calm him down
"Misto, you're going to be fine. It probably meant...nothing."
She didn't believe that statement at all, but she hated seeing her friend so distressed.
"He likes to scare us. It was probably meaningless."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 9:29:52 GMT -5
"Nothing my arse; he's going to find me, and kill me dead or something worse," the cat murmured, not consoled in the least.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 12:21:45 GMT -5
"No he won't," Tugger said firmly. "He has no reason to even know who either of you two are," he pointed out. "He's just messing with us to scare us. Which we won't let him," he added, in the face of the evidence.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 12:43:57 GMT -5
"He saw me do fucking magic. I think he's going to know who the hell I am." The fear remained, valid as it was. Macavity... really wasn't a force to fight with. He was fierce. Terrifying. Big. Tall. More terrifying.
Even that glimpse...
And to think, at first he didn't notice it...
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 12:45:21 GMT -5
"No he didn't," Tugger said. "He saw it rain. That's it."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 13:01:38 GMT -5
Mistoffelees shook his head, not convinced in the least, as he pressed his face against the other's shoulder, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly. Terrified still. No hope of changing that sort of fear, or adapting it. He could calm down, however, but...
Well, what did Tugger have to fear? Tugger didn't have magic. He had good looks, and more smarts than Mistoffelees gave him credit for. Bombalurina was another as well. Looks. Unless they could be prime targets for that.
Mistoffelees didn't have that. Besides magic, he considered himself disposable. Not because he was ugly, no, he rather thought he was cute save for the scars he made a point of hiding, but because he wasn't a stunner in the company of those two.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:04:22 GMT -5
"Look, Misto. If he wants anyone it's me," Tugger assured. "I'm the son of the leader and brother of the protector. He wouldn't care about you or Bomba compared to that."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 23, 2010 8:13:38 GMT -5
Mistoffelees didn't reply though he shifted so that his fingers didn't bunch up in the other's thick mane but rather than wrapped around the other's neck. His face buried deeper into that thick mane, a breath taken, an exhale. That thick mane, by his eyes, was slowly getting damp although Mistoffelees made no indication of crying, no hitching shoulders, no shaky breaths. Just loose tears.
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Post by bombalurina on Jun 4, 2010 0:24:49 GMT -5
Bombalurina watched Mistoffelees wind himself closer to Tugger, concern showing on his face. "Look, as much as I hate the idea, maybe we should tell Munkustrap." She said, more to Tugger than to Mistoffelees. "A Macavity sighting really shouldn't go unreported. Even though it probably meant nothing."
Yeah, keep telling yourself that. She mostly said it for Misto's benefit. She doubted the truth in the statement, but she wasn't about to make him any more frightened than he already was.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jun 4, 2010 11:00:19 GMT -5
Mistoffelees exhaled. "He'll kill us. He'll kill us dead." Like he was for that idea. Absolutely not. The first sound of a sniff was heard, a shaky breath given. Something. This wasn't good. It wasn't safe. Not at all. And the hell, Bomba. Just... the hell.
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