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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 22, 2010 22:58:13 GMT -5
Not enjoying being told what to do, Tumblebrutus skulked as he followed, only somewhat subservient with Plato's tone. He never remembered a time when Plato wasn't smiling... excluding when the cat was angry. This was strange.
"... you want to talk?" Tumblebrutus asked as he stopped by Munkustrap, lifting his head to look him in the eye.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 22, 2010 23:03:08 GMT -5
Munkustrap nodded slightly, stroking George's head slowly. "Claudia has passed away." He said softly, looking to him. "This is her kitten, George. We're going to have to find a way to care for him." An awkward pause for a moment.
"You needed to know."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 22, 2010 23:08:17 GMT -5
The tom looked at him, then the kitten, before Munkustrap again.
"What?" he asked point blank, shaking his head, anger welling up.
"You're lying. That's bullshit!" His head turned, surveying the area. "She's just missing is all."
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 22, 2010 23:10:14 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a soft sigh, shaking his head slowly. "I'm not lying. We know she isn't missing." He said, giving a frown, unsure of what to do. There was little way to convince him, and he wasn't going to let Tumble see the body.
"I wouldn't lie to you."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 22, 2010 23:13:55 GMT -5
"That's bull! You guys are just trying to make me scared!" he argued. "Where is she then? HUH? Where?!" Words that were more surely for his size. So many words. He walked around Munkustrap then, squinting a bit at Mungojerrie. "He's lying!" he said, a finger pointed to Munkustrap.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 22, 2010 23:19:31 GMT -5
Mungojerrie shifted uncomfortably, looking to Munkustrap and shaking his head, pleading to himself and everything that the tomkit would believe him, if not Munkustrap.
Though he couldn't see himself being much more trustworthy.
"She's gone Brute. I saw it. It's... not good man. He ain't lying." He said, his voice strangely quiet, not quite looking at him.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 22, 2010 23:26:44 GMT -5
The boy cocked his head as he looked at Mungojerrie. Sometimes the cats shortened his name, but it always seemed more serious when they stuck with the later part than the former. Tumble was more playful, Brutus more serious.
His eyes narrowed.
Cautiously, he looked from Mungojerrie downward, drawn by the large bundle on the ground. How'd he not see it at first?
Curiosity killed the cat.
"What's this?" he asked, a fast sprint made, hands gripping at the fabric as he yanked it backward as far as it could go. "ALL RIGHT, YOU CAN STOP TRYING TO SCARE ME, YOU DICKS!" he yelled, somewhat tangled up before he could see the sight. Something hit him first, something noxious. Salty. Mercury.
Blood.
There was a coarseness on his palms, rust flecks. Dried.
His knees shook, knocking against another.
His head lifted.
Eyes widened.
Lips parted.
At first mute.
The scream that escaped his lips was painfully high pitched and loud.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 22, 2010 23:36:37 GMT -5
Mungojerrie winced roughly, gritting his teeth together at the scream. From behind the tomkit, he could hear George suddenly cry loudly, the scream waking him harshly.
"Come on Tumble!" He said, reaching out and grasping him quickly, holding his shoulders in his paws, shaking him, completely unknowing of what to do. He was probably doing the wrong thing.
"Calm down! Breath!"
Wow, Jerrie, how stupid was that?
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 22, 2010 23:42:59 GMT -5
The scream only escalated, his body contorting as he twisted in fear, a choked sob sounding with the hard grip. He tried to pull away, but his eyes were drawn to the corpse, once his sister, now lifeless, covered in slashes and blood.
He thought she'd come back. He believed it. Just never like that.
Fear ransacked his body as primitive instincts kicked in, the desire to run, to flee.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 22, 2010 23:53:57 GMT -5
Mungojerrie turned him from the body, holding him to him tightly, unsure what else to do. "Shh, okay? Shh." He said, squeezing him to his chest so he couldn't run. Inwardly he winced, worrying it was a bad idea to go about this like he was, but he was really at a loss.
"Try to breath, come on." He looked to him, worried.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 0:02:40 GMT -5
Fists tried to snag out, any sort of thing as he forced himself to look over his shoulder, the blanket still clutched in his paws. Everything was too fast. Too loud. Too.
Too everything.
Mungojerrie was trapping him. It felt suffocating. He needed to run. To leave. Something. A dampness between his legs. He broke from the older cat, tripping once, falling to his face before he pulled himself up again, half-tangling as he frantically looked for a place to go, to hide. There wasn't any. With a whimper, he climbed up a lone tree, pulling himself into the higher branches, arms wrapping around his body as he sobbed.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 23, 2010 0:08:01 GMT -5
Mungojerrie winced, rubbing at his arm.
"Yeah, that was the wrong thing." He said softly, looking down to the ground. He didn't know what to do. Maybe it was best just to leave well enough alone... but he desperately wanted to help.
With a sigh, he wrapped the blanket back around her, heaving her up and starting away with the body slowly.
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Post by Plato on Apr 23, 2010 0:17:22 GMT -5
Plato took that time to step forward again, swallowing then speaking, "What can I do to help?" It was a big thing, a big offer, really, since he had to witness such a disgusting thing, but then again so did Mungojerrie, and so did Munkustrap. In a way, he felt older.
He thought for a moment before he looked at the duo.
"... I'll help," he said after a minute. "Brutus would never talk to me, and Victor looks like he wants to be alone. Maybe one of you guys try to talk to Brutus, and the other figure out something with the kid or I could dispose of the body instead of Mungo, or maybe watch the kid?" An attempt to help.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 0:27:37 GMT -5
Munkustrap stepped forward with a soft sigh.
"If you could watch him, or take him to Jenny," he started, trying to sooth George, who's cries were slowly dying down. He looked back up to Plato. "That would be a great help. I'll see if I can't help Tumble somehow." He hoped the tomkit trusted him enough to listen. He really did. Because if he couldn't calm him down at least some, there was little else he could do.
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Post by Plato on Apr 23, 2010 0:29:55 GMT -5
"I-oh--okay." Plato stepped forth, arms extended. "George, right?" A quick question though he soon smiled as he lifted the kit up. "Heyyy buddy! Brutie gets loud doesn't he? He's no fun sometimes." He rocked the kit, carrying him a little ways down the junkyard. Maybe he'd look for Jenny. Maybe something else, but in a way it felt good to hold this needy kitten. To do something.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 0:37:40 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a soft sigh, starting towards the tree Tumblebrutus had landed himself in. Looking up for a moment, he started up slowly, his silver body moving with seeming ease. After perching for a few moments on several different branches, he got to the one the tomkit was on and sat down on it carefully, looking to him but not touching him. He didn't want to startle or distress him in any way.
"Tumble?" He started softly, settling down carefully and looking to him. "It's Munk."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 0:41:37 GMT -5
The kit sniveled, knees brought up near his face, arms wrapped around them, eyes against his knees. Shoulders quaked as he half-hiccuped.
"I'm s-sorry I c-called you a l-liar."
A drained whimper.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 0:44:37 GMT -5
"It's alright." Munkustrap said, scooting closer to Tumblebrutus and nudging his shoulder gently with his nose, reaching an arm around to rub his other arm in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
"I wouldn't have wanted to believe it either. I understand, don't worry." He hoped somehow, some way, there was a way to make this kit feel better... it would take time, but he was willing to help, if he could. It hurt to see him so upset.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 0:49:41 GMT -5
The kit whimpered more, stiff at first, stomach tight. "Why'd... why'd she l-leave u-us in the fi-first place? Did... did she h-hate us?" He looked smaller, eyes squeezed shut. "So... so much blood."
He curled up tighter, head looking to the side, embarrassed.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 0:52:57 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a soft sigh. "I don't think she hated you, I know she didn't." He said, keeping his voice soft, as if he was afraid he'd scare the kit. Maybe he was.
"I don't know what happened. I don't know if she was forced to, or if she just wanted to test out new waters. But I know she didn't hate you. I just wish this hadn't of happened." He said with a frown, rubbing Tumblebrutus' arm gently, hoping somehow he was being comforting.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 0:57:18 GMT -5
He rubbed at his face again before resting his head against Munkustrap's shoulders. There was nothing he could say, really, nothing to do. The image he saw, what was before him, it was too late to undo. All of it was. He shifted a little, uncomfortable with the dampness by the front of his jeans, all around uncomfortable. Embarrassment. Rebellious boy drowned in it.
"I think I had an accident," he mumbled apologetically, embarrassed, and more than the other's lost.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 1:02:57 GMT -5
Munkustrap nodded, rubbing his arm again before sitting upright. "We'll get you cleaned back up." He said softly, offering the kit a weak smile. "I can walk you to your den, you do have more pants there, right?" He asked, head tilting slightly. He didn't want the kit to feel embarrassed on top of everything, but it was a bit late for it... he just wanted to help him, somehow.
"If not, I can find you something, don't worry." Trying to be reassuring...
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 1:08:17 GMT -5
"I d-don't want them to see me," he mumbled. "I don't want Victor to know." With each breath, the words came more clearly, although softly. Humiliating enough to be that terrified, to do something a child would do in fear.
Maybe that's all he was, that the physical changes were just in his head.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 1:13:31 GMT -5
Munkustrap sighed softly. "Do you want me to get you some, then?" He asked, looking to him. "If you just tell me where they are, I can get you a pair and you can change into them. Would that be fine?" His heart went out to this kitten; he understood his reluctance, especially after everything there... He wanted to help how he could.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 1:18:19 GMT -5
The cat nodded his head.
"There's a shoebox... the den, you can tell my room. It's small. With the magazine cutouts and stuff from my human home." He shrank down lower. "... could you get me another shirt, too?" Patheticism. Omega.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 1:21:17 GMT -5
"Alright." Munkustrap said, giving him a small smile. "Just stay here, alright?" Stupid, he had a feeling the tomkit wouldn't move. But he gave him one last gentle pat before slowly starting down the tree, starting for the kit's den somewhat quickly, hopefully not enough to draw attention. Mungojerrie was already taking care of the body. Good. Unfortunate but... good.
He just wanted this to be over, but it would be a long road.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 23, 2010 10:40:12 GMT -5
Nearby, silently, Mistoffelees licked his paw with a pink tongue gingerly from where he sat on the ground looking rather small. But it wasn't in relation to trauma or loss--just his size. At fourteen, he should have been larger. His voice had marginally dropped, but otherwise the cat was pretty convinced of his size.
But, unlike some of the others, he liked it. It wasn't so much an issue of growing up, he looked forward to that immensely, but rather what would be best for his power.
It'd have been easier if he weren't self-taught, if he had someone as a mentor, but magic was unique to him.
And Macavity...
Something not vocalized.
He offered a sigh, his paw given another lick before taking the small bandage he had and wrapping it around as he rose to his feet. Only when he tied it off, he paused, then he looked up. Something felt off.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 12:43:27 GMT -5
Munkustrap came to the den, stepping inside, looking around and finding Tumblebrutus' room easily. After a moement of rumaging, he found a new outfit for the kit, folding it neatly and holding it in his arms. He gave the room one last curious glance before turning and leaving, starting back for the tree.
'I hope even just the change of clothes makes him feel better. He thought to himself, that frown back on his features, the one he wore all too often. He passed Mistoffelees without even noticing him, no acknowledgement, for Munkustrap himself was waiting for the moment of relaxation where he could sit in his den and simply work over what had happened in his mind.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 23, 2010 12:56:32 GMT -5
Curiosity, curiosity.
Mistoffelees watched Munkustrap, noting the clothes in his arms, leaving Tumblebrutus's den. A few thoughts came to mind, more questions. Why? Why would Munkustrap be looking like that, frowning, while bringing the boy clothes? ... assuming they were for Tumblebrutus and he weren't some sort of pedophile who wanted to steal clothes to rub over his face and oh.. Mistoffelees' imagination was too much at times.
Silently, he picked up the pace, closely following Munkustrap.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 13:00:44 GMT -5
Munkustrap might usually have gotten an inkling to turn and look, even if he hadn't of heard Mistoffelees. But this time he was too focused, set in what he was doing to notice, simply continuing until he got to the tree, looking up it.
"I've got your clothes." He said, giving a slight smile. "Want to come down then?"
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