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Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 27, 2019 0:44:03 GMT -5
Funk slowly came back to earth with each breath Blue took. You could say the procedure stabilized them both. It was bittersweet, and Funk let out a yawn like it had didn't even happen. "Yeah. 'Kay." There was no point in keeping her any longer. Not when all was said and done, when he wasn't Shaman anymore. He almost forgot about the body and cast a sideways glance at its shallow grave. There was no way it'd be a secret, no way she could run from it. The Nemesis didn't bother to try and cover it any more than he had, the shoddy job was already a blessing. Too much. He needed to step back and watch how this would all play out. He'd take a slightly different direction back to the church and collapse in his bed, his paws strangely heavy.
(we don't have to roleplay the backlash, since the AL fight is happening anyways we can just say it was one of the many reasons why it started, unless you have something in mind for this thread?)
An uncomfortable silence settled between the two just as the first few drops of rain began to fall. The cool droplets felt good against Blue's burning shoulder and she welcomed the short reprieve from pain. It was little more than a drizzle, really, but it made the ground even more slick. Blue wished she hadn't dug with her claws unsheathed earlier - she really could have used them to steady herself right now. Funk must think she was nothing more than a helpless kit for being so stupid, in fact she was sure he was ashamed of her behavior. Even though earlier he said that she should be proud of what she had done. It just did not make sense. It was a contradiction.
Although she had not been invited, she followed Funk anyway, a few tail-lengths behind and at a slower pace. After all was said and done, it would be a lie to say that she did not feel... lighter? Not physically, of course, but there was something about giving up on a herself that was freeing. She couldn't really pin the feeling down exactly and was too tired to think any harder on it tonight. Digging was tiring work and she figured Funk was in a similar boat. Blue quietly meowed, "I bet you've had a lot of nights like these, wandering back to your nest in the middle of the night, dead tired on your feet, hurt, dirty, maybe even hungry... or not... you do a good job at being a mystery."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 31, 2019 13:49:21 GMT -5
(it ain't going nowhere but sure. we can finish up this night and time skip forward after the AL fight if you want)
Heh, what were these tears for? Perhaps Wanheda was crying above them for yet another follower joining her? That case, this was way too late. Maybe if the floodgates had opened earlier, they could have pushed him down the river. Like a true viking, or something. But maybe it was someone else helping them, washing their mingling scents away. He didn't know, didn't really care. If up to him, it was just rain. Funk wouldn't have noticed it if he didn't instinctively shake his pelt after a while. The drops ran right through his fur, hitting his skin and chilling him to the bone. When the silence surrounded them, he began to zone out. Thinking about how he was going to explain this when it inevitably came out. The thoughts were shallow enough for his ears to crane back and listen to Blue when she started talking.
"Ah, thanks." The Nemesis had stopped hiding his activities for a while. Someone was always following him anyway. And though most nights were spent gardening or debating with some hunter, it was nice to still be considered a mystery. The days she described were more of his Shaman days, back when everyone and their dead grandma had something they needed from him. "I'd say you do a better job though, considering I never see you out and about."
[ sure, sounds good! at some point I still want to do that surgery plot we talked about forever ago. maybe in a few weeks. and do you still want a fling with Blue? I wasn't sure if you met your litter goal or not, either way is fine with me ]
"That's just because no one is watching for me." Blue replied with a light-hearted laugh that didn't quite reach her eyes,"I've done such a good job keeping my head down that I forgot to be friendly. I don't know how cats like you do it, juggling so many relationships and still keeping face. I can't even manage one."
Blue had been a foundling kit, half dead, carried into camp only by her savior's whim, then sat and left in the nursery to fend for herself. Had she been taken into any other group, or perhaps been found at a different time, maybe she would have had a chance to have a real childhood. An adoptive mother, some siblings. But alas, she did not find that in Primal Instinct. Instead of playing with other kits, she sat quietly and watched them, unsure how to join in, unwelcome. She never did make those deep connections that young animals need to thrive. Her hesitation to take risks and form connections held her back then and continued to do so today. Funk was her only friend, a term that even then she could only use loosely.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 3, 2020 0:26:58 GMT -5
(i still want to do the surgery plot too so that sounds good. for the fling, it's really up to you. i haven't met my not very serious quota but they don't have to have a fling just for kits. i'd kinda prefer this one to develop naturally if at all, cause i like their dynamic too much to push a fling on it)
Funk didn't look back at her, but he could tell the laugh was fake. Suppose that was a pro of being so social... and so fake. He spun so many lies, it was easy to weed out what was authentic and what wasn't. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He wondered briefly how he was able to do it, but he didn't come up with any good answer. The truth was that he pretty much always did it. From when he was young and a kittypet, to joining a clan and learning medicine, to roaming the streets and selling medicine, and finally joining the League. It was how he survived, and thrived now. Make the right connections, and you can ride them to royalty. That much was clear the moment he decided to entertain the once Nemesis of Primal Instinct. "It's a skill. You got to want to or need to improve it to get better." That was all he could say. He may of had a lot of face and connections, but he had no friends either.
(OK I was kind of feeling the same way i really struggled with this reply so I hope it's not too cringy! just a lil cringy)
"Not necessarily." Blue replied with uncharacteristic confidence. Normally she would never speak up to a cat like him, but she felt oddly emboldened, "I've thought a lot about it. I don't really fit in in the League, but I couldn't ever leave it. Why? Because there are cats here that make up for my shortcomings. It's the only good reason I can think of that explains why cats band together in the first place. You are good at talking, I'm good at sneaking. She's good at hunting, he's good at fighting. We play to each others strengths and weaknesses to survive. Maybe the Clans are a better example of this, but... the League is my home. And I know I have more freedom here than I would anywhere else. I couldn't imagine a Clan leader would have done what you just did for me without insulting their precious StarClan..."
The black she-cat stopped herself, again with a laugh, although this one more genuine,"... wow, sorry, I'm not one to monologue, and that was pretty cheesy. I guess I'm just trying to say that you have enough charismas for the both of us. Do you think that's selfish of me?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 4, 2020 21:28:23 GMT -5
(i love it. cringe is dead)
Funk's pace slowed as Blue spoke, his mind rolling over the words one at a time. She was right, it was cheesy. Though it made him think. He figured that was why the League existed; because they were the outsiders no one wanted to take in and they made their own group. He supposed the transformation from misfits to bloodthirsty killers was a bit forced, but it was a change he wasn't surprised with. He figured this group was best at fighting first, talking later. Not one that aligned with his own interests, though he enjoyed seeing where the League went in his short Nemesiship. That second part was especially true; that was a bizarrely kind act on Funk's part. No questions asked or anything. Ignoring the ever drive for knowledge, his love for seeing others in pain and the soft spot for Blue he had that he'd never admit, he wondered if he would have done it. There was nothing else underlying, right?
"I suppose not. It at least lets me look good occasionally."
"Look good most of the time," Blue corrected him, turning her icy blue eyes to meet his for a moment, a smile still on her face. This was the real Blue: A chatterbox who was a lot more innocent than one would expect. Despite it all, she really was a gentle soul. As her eyes settled on Funk's, she froze mid-step, her smile fading, her pace slowed so the Nemesis could lead. What was she, stupid? The last person she wanted to know her heart was this cat. She had spent her whole life avoiding the top tier members of the League. She'd been dong a good job of it, too. Now she owed one a favor she could never repay, and she also was opening up to him in ways she had never done with any cat. The closer he got, the more likely her well-being would be at risk. They were from the same group, sure, but they were also from two very different worlds.
They were now at the crossroad - Funk would veer right to go to his den, Blue would go left to hers. The rain had let up a little bit but was still failing almost in slow-motion with tiny, mist-like droplets. The temperature was dropping, too, although Blue was still numb with pain and did not feel the chill. She avoided Funk's gaze this time and looked just above his head as she addressed him, "I guess this is where we part ways. I apologize if I said anything dissident, I am not myself right now... anyway... thanks again."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 7, 2020 19:47:17 GMT -5
"I do. Thanks." Two completely worlds, huh? Blue had mentioned it before, he thought, about how she preferred to lay low. It made sense in the League, for as much as they depended on each other, they could easily turn on each other for the smallest reason. Still, it was a life he couldn't imagine. He'd get so bored keeping to himself the whole time, it wouldn't feel like actual living. Besides, it's not like he was born into success. He tore and clawed for it as all respectable leaders do. This wasn't some monarchy anymore, even if he was sure his bengal pelt brought back memories.
When they approached the crossroads, Funk E'tan shivered a little. There were only two crossroads here but a thousand were in front of him with this decision. It was true, he'd been way too nice. Especially helping bury the coalition cat, no doubt there would be some tension when his scent was found on it. Not that he would go back and change it, not that he would say where this kindness came from. There was none without a cost, but he hadn't figured out what that would be. Today, he was satisfied with her pain. "I'm sure you did but I won't remember in the morning. For tonight, rest and remember what I said. This secret will only stay buried for so long. You can't run away, not after that speech earlier. I'm expecting some kick back from you. Clear?" Funk's gaze was clear, uncomfortably chasing after her's with his own.
Blue's ears swiveled back as Funk put her on the spot. She was glad that she had put her guard back up before he had spoken. Instead of being wide-eyed, she had her usual sharp, icy gaze, a carefully calculated look of passivity something that would not be easy to interpret. Most other cats would have taken her expression as nothing more than mild discontentment. Since Funk knew her better, maybe he could tell that she was terribly intimidated.
"Of course, Funk E'tan," She answered readily, her voice assertive to mask her apprehension, "If I was ever going to run away, I would have done it a long time ago. I owe my life to the League, and a debt to you, both of which I will never be able to repay. You will just have to settle with my servitude."
The sound of rain overtook the stillness that followed her statement of loyalty. Blue wanted Funk to take the first step in the other direction just so that this nightmare could end on a good note. Seeing as he had yet to move, she took the opportunity instead, her hearting suddenly racing as she lifted her paws to turn away. Not yet. She look a deep breath and added with equal parts conviction and vulnerability, "I'll never betray you."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 14, 2020 20:09:22 GMT -5
The Nemesis gave no indication if he saw through Blue's expression, though the smile on his face screamed that he knew. He wished the others could be as easily brought into line like Blue could. Though it wouldn't really be Primal Instinct if they did. The words were like music to his ears, a declaration of devotion. The rain suddenly began to drench them and Funk thought about what she said a little too long when he noticed her begin to move.
Those last four words hit him in a different way, a warm feeling taking him over to where he could barely feel the rain. It wasn't very Nemesis-like to say 'thanks' though that was what his brain defaulted to. He turned to walk away and his expression softened, "Good answer. Blue." Guess he'll try to be a Nemesis worthy of that.
Blue did not let herself look back. She thought it would make her look a little childish if she had, and she did not want to leave on that impression. Perhaps it was too late for that: She had not exactly been the picture of maturity tonight after that meltdown. The black cat was already starting to feel the results of it with each step; her claws ached, her paws were rubbed raw in places, and her shoulder was still burning. She was in for a few rough weeks of receovery. No matter. All she wanted to do at this point was curl up in her bed and go to sleep.
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