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Vera Lynn lounged beside a long pond, her one paw dangling in the water. Her eyes watched the ripples spread outward. It had been a few moons since she had returned to her birthplace. It could hardly be called home as she felt nothing towards it and her blood-ties were all dead. Not that her family had been great in the first place, she had always been the reject. Straightening herself up she could but help feel like she had bested them all, cause guess who was still alive. Yes she may not have any achievements or successes, but she planned to have a long life.
Her ears flickered around as she heard pawsteps. No outsider would have made it this far and no league member would attack her unprovoked. There seem to be some sort of standards under Funk E'tan, even if they were odd. Though oddities were better than several serial killers all living in the same place. Of course there were still blatant murders going on but they were of prisoners and not league members. Logically that brought her no problems.
"Hello dear compatriot." Vera spoke without turning her head as she settled back down beside the pond. It was perhaps a strange greeting, but she was trying to create some sense of relationships with her fellow hunters. She just did not get emotions and struggled with certain social interactions, but she tried.
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POSTEDNov 16, 2020 15:16:32 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 25, 2020 18:30:00 GMT -5
Venti had been doing his usual rounds. Keeping track of things like this and that. There may have been standards, but that didn't mean Funk expected everyone to follow them. Most of the victims of the League were either prisoners, city cats, or those that happened to take the wrong way and wander into their hands. It wouldn't be right to call Funk's reign peaceful, but it had yet to stand out.
Now Venti didn't really expect to find someone here. He normally trotted this way when he needed a break or to wash the blood from his paws. So, for a moment, he stared dumbly at Vera Lynn until she spoke. "Ah... greetings then." He swallowed. His somewhat awkward energy was at odds against his frankly good looks and the polite way he spoke. He hadn't been out in the League for very long, socialization not a strong suit of his'.
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POSTEDNov 25, 2020 21:29:04 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
“Venti, correct?” Vera Lynn was in internal affairs and very good at her job. She knew all the nooks and crannies across the territory, where the best spots to just sit and listen were. Of course she mostly learned menial gossip, it would appear they went somewhere else to plot an overthrow. Plus it did not require her to interact with others, a weak skill of hers. It did give her plenty of interactions to observe. Slowly she was learning the relight way to interact and fake emotions so others wouldn’t be disturbed by her lack of emotions.
“You are one of Funk’s henchmen, are you not?” She slowly stood up and spun around. The ginger tom was indeed larger than her, though she had long since learn that meant absolutely nothing.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 30, 2020 15:47:52 GMT -5
"Heh heh. I guess you can call me that. Though I think the term errand boy is more apt." Venti wasn't surprised. He just showed up one day with his siblings. It was to no one's surprise they were experimented on. Hell, his brother Trenta didn't look natural at all. Chemicals had changed his skin color and everything. Most were familiar with Venti since he tended to go everywhere he could for Funk. "You don't have to get up. I'm not here on business." He said hurriedly as Vera Lynn stood up to face him.
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“Ah true, though henchman has a certain ring to it. Don’t you agree?” Words were very powerful things, often with a speech you could invigorate fighters or quel an uprising. Of course the difference between errand boy and henchman were small and frankly his role was nominal in the first place didn’t matter much. It was all how you presented yourself in the league she had learned. Those who insisted they were superior often found themselves either in power or at the very least with underlings to do their biddings. Perhaps that was why she would never rise high in the ranks, she was simply not a charismatic speaker. Not to mention she simply did not want to be in charge of that many cats.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2020 21:21:11 GMT -5
They all felt demoralizing in some way, but they all worked. It mattered what he was called, sure, but it wouldn't magically change his view of himself as a pawn for Funk E'tan's side. A pawn could dream of making it across the board and becoming stronger, but Venti didn't hold that hope anymore. But he found agreeing with people in the League a more pleasant experience than fighting with them. "Hmph, it does."
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“You don’t have much to say do you?” Vera Lynn continued to stare at him. He didn’t seem to have the delusion that he could take over the league like at least half of the cats here. She herself had those same dreams as a kit, but had long since let them go. Venti seemed extremely reasonable, realistic even. That made her like him a bit. It would be nice to have a friend of sorts who did not want anything out of her. Granted she could not really offer anything in the first place other than consistant averageness.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 31, 2020 16:53:07 GMT -5
"No. Sorry." Venti half chuckled. He just wasn't a very interesting fellow compared to the Nemesis. The days he had spent outside of the lab were catching up to the days in, not that it felt like that to Venti. Nothing about this world had caught his eye yet, not long enough to tear him from his thoughts of Funk. But having a friend would be nice, someone on the more levelheaded side like him. Venti dipped both of his front paws in the water, letting the cool water seep into his cracked paws. He knew he should push the conversation ahead, but his mind was drawing blanks.
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“Fair enough.” Vera Lynn shrugged. She was not the one for many words when a few would do. She wasn’t one for long conversations or touchy feely relationships. She had even gone off to find a potential father for her kits. Vera Lynn was not one for mates and simply wanted some fresh blood that carried decent prospects of surviving. Of course she did end up dragging back a half blind guider from the Regime, but he was smart. Plus he seemed psychically capable to fight if he could see. Though looking at Venti know she realized he was more what she had been looking for. Strong, level-headed, and smart enough to avoid the power struggle that was always going on behind the scenes.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 12, 2021 18:54:34 GMT -5
That sort of look, praise even, was alien to Venti. He never expected to be seen positively in that light. He was here to keep his eyes on that power struggle, to make sure it never got too close to Funk. To deal with the people Funk didn't want to, and really Venti didn't want to either. Romance wasn't even on his radar. Sure, he heard stories about Funk wooing his way through the world, but it never interested him. But that sort of gentlemanly presence he had must have spoke those kind of words. With the way others spoke to him, flicking off dust on his pelt he didn't even notice. His paws flicked up, splashing the water forward. "Have you ever gone into that maze over there?" Venti pointed over the cliff, down at the bottom the two could catch the remnants of a dead hedge maze. Once cared for, it had since overgrown but held it's general shape.
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Vera Lynn looked over at the maze, she had not spent much of anytime around the mansion. The league had been so city based since her return. Now however it did make sense to get to learn the new territory, not that it was really new but it was the latest home. “I have not been in the maze.” Thinking about it now, it did seem like a good place to hunt. The overgrown shrubbery would make food hiding spots for birds and maybe other small rodents. Right now the league was more or less starving, the only cats doing well were the cannibals. To be fair she didn’t think the cannibals of the league ever went hungry.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 26, 2021 14:12:45 GMT -5
The twolegs must have kept it maintained for a reason. Venti didn't know why, but if it kept some sort of normalcy, he would gladly accept it. He came here to rest, but the tom could already feel his paws starting to want to move again. Maybe he was used to working himself to the bone, or the conversation was dragging so slowly, he wanted to speed it up. "You up to checking it out?" Whatever her answer, he stood up, shaking the water off his paws.
