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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 13:28:42 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus paused from where he sat before, reluctantly, he climbed down, making the last leap to the ground. The pile was taken from Munkustrap, his body turned so his front was near the tree as he undid the fly to his jeans and slid them and his boxers down, hasty to swap though he hopped a little, forgetting to pull off his converse. Eventually, they gave way, and he went for the next pair of boxers and jeans. This new pair of jeans, unlike the old, were too large on him, something acquired in advance to accommodate his growth spurts. As he pulled off his shirt and folded it in the pile, he glanced down at his torso, some contour lines from pre-developing muscles becoming known. He didn't much care for it as he swapped shirts, a polo pulled on, baby blue, matching his collar incidentally.
"Thank you..." he mumbled beneath his breath before sniffling again. The dirtied clothes were bunched up in his paws, claws sinking in, then releasing. "... I'm not going to wake up, am I?" he asked softly.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 13:33:12 GMT -5
There was a pause before he let mout a soft sigh, slowly shaking his head.
"No." He said, his voice quiet, looking to Tumblebrutus regretfully. It sounded so harsh, no matter how kindly he tried to put it. But there was little he could do to rectify the situation. "I wish we all would."
Not much else to say. There seemed no proper words of comfort to put here. Nothing that could suddenly make this tomkit feel better... and he hated that. He hated that there was nothing.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 15:20:21 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus nodded his head before hugging the clothes a little closer, simply unsure of himself then. Should he try to go back to her? Find Victor? Where was Victor?
It was overshadowed by that image of blood.
The tears started to form once more, an accompanying guilt.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 20:58:26 GMT -5
Munkustrap frowned slightly, going ot Tumblebrutus an putting a gentle arm around his shoulder. "Do you want me to walk you home?" He asked, looking concerned.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 22:17:43 GMT -5
He sucked in a little bit, eyes lowered. "I don't know..." he mumbled. The idea of going to his human home was a little comforting, but the idea of his den as well. He wanted his mom. He wanted some sort of comforting figure.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 22:20:25 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a soft sigh, looking to Tumblebrutus. "Just tell me and I'll try and help you. I don't want to leave you alone."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 23, 2010 22:23:26 GMT -5
"Maybe it'd be best for the family to be together. Just food for thought," Mistoffelees called, paws still bandaged up, finally emerging as he walked forward. It was enough to put everything together as he stood alongside Munkustrap. "My greatest condolences."
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 22:33:50 GMT -5
Munkustrap sighed. "Yes." He said softly, rubbing behind his ear. "The kitten, as well. I have to find Plato, and see what is to be done with Claudia's kitten."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 23, 2010 23:13:19 GMT -5
"... you left the kitten with Plato?" A dubious question when really he would have liked to ask what the hell was wrong with Munkustrap to think that was a remotely good idea. Then again, he probably wasn't thinking so well and, looking at the clothes Tumblebrutus had wadded up he could guess what happened there.
"Where's Victor? Does he know?" he inquired softly. "He should be around."
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 23, 2010 23:15:59 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a sigh. "Yes, he knows." He said, looking around with a frown. "I'm not sure where he is. He wanted to be alone, and there was little to do but allow him that request." He stared down at his feet, thinking for a moment. He really needed to go look for Plato, but he didn't even know where to start... ugh.
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Post by Victor on Apr 23, 2010 23:20:02 GMT -5
Victor was sitting silently atop some junk. He had done his crying for now, his cheeks stained with tears, and the sleeve of his t-shirt a mess from wiping his nose.
How could this happen? Where had she gone? Why had she gone? He shouldn't have refused the kitten. It was his family. He hoped his didn't have to look after it though. He could barely keep his brother happy, let alone such a little kitten.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 23, 2010 23:20:09 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus bunched the clothes again, and again, before he lifted his head. "Where's Mungojerrie?" And my sister...
What was he going to do with her?
More suddenly, a panic came to his face, head turning. Would they dispose of the body? How? Why?! And he broke into a small run, not sure where he was going, dropping his clothes along the way. They weren't as important. "Jerrie?!"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 23, 2010 23:34:11 GMT -5
Mungojerrie looked up, peering aorund, ears tilting. He tohught he'd heard something. Still in the process of digging the hole, he set aside his makeshift shovel, his brow furrowing.
"Yeah?" He called back, unsure. He couldn't figure out why anyone would be screaming for him, but okay...
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 24, 2010 17:34:47 GMT -5
"Okay," Mistoffelees murmured as Tumblebrutus ran off. "He's going that way, and he's fast. If we split up, one of us could look for Plato and the other could look for Victor. We'll get them rounded up somehow. Who do you want to look for?"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 25, 2010 9:03:07 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus tripped, hitting the ground hard, though despite the scrapes he pulled himself upright again. He heard the sound, the bit of reply, not slowing until he was by Mungojerrie. Deep breaths were offered, a soft gleam in his eye as he looked to the bundle and, noiselessly, sat on the ground next to it, a paw hesitantly resting over it.
"... what's going to happen to her?" he asked softly. "Is she going to get to go to the Heaviside layer?"
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 25, 2010 15:39:30 GMT -5
Munkustrap sighed, frowning deeply, scratching at his head. "I suppose I'll go find Plato." He said finally. "I can make sure the kitten is still alright." Yes, maybe leaving George with Plato wasn't a good idea... but he'd had little choice at that point in time. Besides, he couldn't mess that up... could he?
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 25, 2010 15:41:56 GMT -5
"Eh?"
Mungojerrie looked up, ears perking slightly, before frowning and looking to the body, scratching at his head. "I... uh... actually I have no clue." He admitted, not quite looking to Tumblebrutus. He really had no idea what happened to the dead. Never really thought to care, honestly... so he couldn't give a proper answer, though he wished he could...
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Post by Plato on Apr 25, 2010 20:37:52 GMT -5
Meanwhile...
Plato currently was running circles around the junkyard as he held George piggyback style. "AND THE PONY GOES NEIIIIIIIIGHHHH DOWN THE FIRST LAP OF THE GRAND NATIONAL! OH! THERE GOES A JUMP!" and he leapt over a twig on the ground, snorting and whinnying as he moved.
... no one could say he didn't have any sort of imagination loss.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 25, 2010 20:40:51 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus nodded his head before he frowned and crawled on his hands and knees, using his own to help dig the hole. Dirt collected beneath his claws, new jeans getting brown by the knees, but that wasn't the most important part. "I wish she got chosen so we'd know," he murmured, sniffling once though he tried to keep a brave face.
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Post by flashgordon on Apr 26, 2010 13:23:01 GMT -5
Munkustrap soon found Plato, mostly due to the noise he was making. He grinned, chuckling softly at them. He wasn't sure if it was really Plato or George's loud giggling that he found amusing. However, he cleared his throat, stepping forward.
"Plato?"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Apr 26, 2010 13:25:08 GMT -5
The striped tom gave a slight nod, sighing.
"Yeah." He said softly, going back to the hole, digging at it some more. What else was there to say, really... he had no words of comfort to offer. Not because he didn't want to help, but because his mind was blank. "Hopefully she went to Heaviside."
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Post by Plato on Apr 26, 2010 14:34:48 GMT -5
"NEIIIIIGH! NEIIIIIGHT~" Plato said more loudly before he stopped. "Oh hey, Munk, what's happenin'?" And he picked up a "trot" as he moved to the other, shaking his body a bit as he gave a snort. "We were just about to win the Grand National because George is an awesome jockey."
... the fact that Plato knew what the Grand National even was could be considered a miracle...
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Apr 26, 2010 16:28:42 GMT -5
The tom continued to dig, almost an automatic gesture save for the few times he'd try to restrain from crying, paws rubbing at his face leaving dark smudges from dirt. How deep did they have to go before he told his sister goodbye? Where was Old Deuteronomy when he needed to ask him a question? Loss never struck the boy so immediately.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 26, 2010 16:32:15 GMT -5
Mistoffelees exhaled. Well...
He looked to his bandaged paws, then nodded his head. It was worth a shot...
Eyes fallen shut in meditation, he tried to slow his breath, to visualize Victor, where the other was, hear his heartbeat.
When his eyes opened again, Victor was nearby.
"... I'm sorry," Mistoffelees said gently.
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Post by Victor on Apr 26, 2010 19:13:30 GMT -5
And Victor fell off the pile he was sitting on. Mistoffelees had come out of nowhere.
After discovering what happened, and that it was only Misto, Victor slumped back down, not answering.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 26, 2010 22:15:26 GMT -5
The black cat moved and sat next to Victor, unsure of what, if anything, he could say to the older tom. "I can't imagine what you must be feeling. It's a terrible shock. If there's anything I can do, please don't hesitate to ask."
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Post by Victor on Apr 26, 2010 22:23:28 GMT -5
"You're not that powerful," Victor said quietly. "You can't bring her back, so there's nothing to be done."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 26, 2010 22:29:46 GMT -5
Mistoffelees became silent then, head lowering as he lifted up his bandaged paws. A sigh escaped his lips; Victor was right. He wasn't that powerful, though in his head he omitted the "that," a critical keyword.
He was pathetic in terms of helping.
Those paws lowered again. "... I'm sorry."
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Post by Victor on Apr 26, 2010 22:37:33 GMT -5
"Was is wrong?" Victor asked, still not looking at his company. "Leaving the Kitten. Should I have taken it?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 26, 2010 22:58:56 GMT -5
Mistoffelees hesitated. "It's not like it was a now or never. He's around. But, if you want my opinion... I think you should try to be involved in his life. He's your nephew... and it's hard growing up not knowing your family at all. ... trust me on that one."
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