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The tunnels had never been a home to him; they were dark and narrow and sometimes damp, sometimes dusty and dry, but always twisted and confusing. He had lived in them for a few moons, he still wore the three-scar mark of a Sentinel over his heart, but he had never quite settled into their empty space. Still, now that the Regime was living beneath DayClan, Deal couldn't resist a visit. Tunnels were full of memories, good and bad.
But what had started as a walk down memory lane turned into the loner becoming terribly lost. As Deal continued to pace restlessly through the tunnels, he became more and more convinced that he was going in some grand circle and the tantalizing scent of the surface nearby was nothing but a dream.
Soma- or was it Sundara?- materialized in front of Deal, bearing a similar mark upon his own chest, which was as naked of fur as the rest of him. Another, identical cat appeared beside him, and the two stared intensely at Deal like he was something to eat.
"Does the boy seem lost to you, brother dearest?" Soma asked, turning their mismatched gaze onto their beloved companion. "Does he seek the way out, or a way deeper in, to lose himself among the dirt?"
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Post by achromatic on Jun 29, 2021 13:33:02 GMT -5
Another cat, identical other than the switching of their heterochromatic eyes, peered curiously at the black and white cat, their head tilted to the other side. "Seems like our little friend is lost, where is he going, at what cost?" the other cat spoke with a grin. The naked mole-rat of a cat looked pleased to be here. "Where does he come from where does he go? Where does he come from, cotton-eyed joe?"
".... How long have I been lost down here?" Deal muttered. It didn't feel like much time had passed, he wasn't that hungry even, but he must be dehydrated because he was staring down three of the same cat and they were talking absolute nonsense.
"Alright, well, nice meeting you."
The black-and-white tom turned and headed back the way he came.
“Where does he go, brother dearest?” Soma asked in their strange, croaking voice. He started off, following behind Deal and watching him curiously. “Why does he run from us? Do we scare him?”
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Post by achromatic on Jun 29, 2021 14:29:55 GMT -5
"He thinks he's going crazy, brother dearest," Sundara smirked, a giggle on her lips, "he's running away because he isn't that fearless." Sundara wasn't going to let this cat leave, and the creature followed quickly along, bumping their flank against Deal's. "Why are you running?" they asked brightly, "is something coming?"
Deal's ears pinned back. "I'm not running, I'm walking," he replied tersely - not that it was very important. Really, he shouldn't be talking to apparitions at all, but he still had this dreadful suspicion they might be real. "Do you need something from me?"
"Do Soma and Sundara need anything from anyone?" Soma asked, his bulging eyes watching Deal. "Isn't it, brother dearest, that we just want to know the name of a former sentinel? Isn't it true that he doesn't work with us now, or else we'd know him?"
So they were observant enough to guess that his scars. That didn't rule out them being some supernatural menace, far from it, but every other demon knew his name. It couldn't hurt.
"My name is Deal, and you're right, I don't work for the Regime anymore." He glanced back at them. "I'm not here for fun, sorry. But if you see Sean, let me know."
Eshek fell through a hole in the roof. She'd been on DayClan territory a second ago; then the earth had collapsed, and now she lay on her back in the tunnel. See, this was the problem with having a bunch of tunnel systems underground that a totally other group used - no structural integrity. No one here was a certified builder or even had any sort of licence at all.
She lay there for a few seconds, pondering things, before she suddenly noticed the two naked gremlins standing over her - "oh no" - and the black and white tom behind her. She suddenly rolled over and half sat up, a huge, open-mouthed smile on her wide-eyed face like she was meeting a celebrity. "Hey, I know you! You're that- you're that guy! The one with all the babies! I'm Eshek, big fan - you can never have too many deadbeat dads." She took his paw and shook it vigorously, still looking cheerfully starstruck.
Post by achromatic on Jul 13, 2021 18:39:39 GMT -5
Oh? Sundara turned to Soma immediately, excitement in their gaze. "It's the tractor cat who wanted to fight," the cat shrieked in its cackly voice, "they just came and fell from the light! Now we're sure to have a lot of fun, I'm sure of it, let's make them run!"
Soma returned Sundara's excitement, pleased to see the tractor cat once more. "Did the tractor cat say the tom's name is Deal? Who is he dealing with? Why does he abandon all of his children? Doesn't that seem like bad parenting?"
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Post by achromatic on Jul 20, 2021 18:35:45 GMT -5
"It does, brother dear," Sundara replied gleefully, "I think he must be dealing with plenty, whether his kits are far or near, does he have just one or twenty?"
Deal started as an extremely pretty she-cat fell from the air and landed in front of him. That was unexpected, but even worse was the fact that she recognized him. "Uh.... yeah, that's me," he admitted, really wishing he had a different reputation. "You know I did other things with my life too, right? Leader of DayClan mean anything to you?" Of course not. At least she could distract his weird followers.
He turned back to the hole and tilted his head back, wondering if he could jump up through it and flee this hole.
"Is a long-forgotten leader a more important title than deadbeat dad?" Soma asked, cackling as he glanced at their companions. "It seems one reputation precedes you, but not the other, no? Do you live with regrets about how casually you raised your children?"
"Not that it matters to you, but I didn't even know I had those children," Deal replied, shooting the pair of cats an annoyed look. "Most of them were old before I even knew they existed."
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 23, 2021 16:01:37 GMT -5
Like a ghost, she appeared. Or, well, to Deal she was more like a nightmare. But why Foxstar was in the Regime of all places, no one knew. Especially since it was not a secret she had disdain for tunnels after being imprisoned and going insane (well, more than usual) as a result.
She stepped up to the group in silence, not there one minute, and the next she was standing in front of Deal, gently ruffling the fur atop his head and giving him a few pats for good measure. It was such an odd, out of place thing for her to do, and yet, her knowing where he was at all times was exactly like her, wasn't it? The fox furred DayClan leader gave him a smile, one that seemed far too gentle for her cunning features. "He tried, at least. More than most can say, myself included." Foxstar answered, which coming from her was a compliment. Probably, anyhow.
And then just like that, she was stepping back, that same too-kind glitter in her ivy eyes, and she disappeared back down the tunnel from whence she came, her faint scent lingering as the only trace that she'd been there at all.
