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The city was different from the ruins he had grown up in, but it was easy enough to adjust. There were always certain things that reminded him of home when it came to Primal Instinct, the desperation to live in these cats' eyes, the harsh environment, the snarling teeth, the need to prove that one was strong enough to survive, to last generations in this space he called home. It was ironic really, that he called this home. Any other cat would've left by now; surely most of his family had, if any of them had survived. He doubted any of them did; even when he was younger, he could count on one hand those who had survived the incident, and now? That number had dwindled even more. Sure, Charlotte was still alive, and perhaps some nieces and nephews here and there could've lived long enough to still be alive, but he doubted he could count the remaining descendants of his kind on a paw.
In a way, he was almost grateful that they had left the forest; otherwise, he'd be waiting at his mother's den for the new Nemesis to grace him with his presence. The same den he had grown up in, the same den his mother had inhabited, his father had taught his lessons. The same den he had entered one night, to find his sister with blood on her jaws, their mother's limp body on the ground, Safiya's empty eyes the colour of the blood that splattered across her maw...
The vision still haunted him. He almost didn't notice the large black tom's presence, his green eyes widening in recognition, before he blinked it away. "Regulus E'tan," he spoke, his voice an even calm, "you wanted to see me?"
Post by ashestoashes on Jun 29, 2021 1:03:13 GMT -5
The nemesis casually walked to meet with the new warden of Primal Instinct that he had chosen himself. No one else seemed more ready or prepared for the role than Bermondsey however there were still somethings the tom could work on...from what it seemed to Regulus E'tan. No matter though not everyone was 100% perfect in anyway. The dark tom looked towards the smaller as his own green eyes made contact with his. "Yes I did and I thank you for joining me. I wanted to check in to see how our new Warden was fairing in his new role...but first did you have something on your mind perhaps you wished to talk about?" The large cat sat down feeling his tail wrap around his paws but never taking his eyes off of Bermondsey's.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 29, 2021 4:43:53 GMT -5
If Regulus thought he was prepared, Bermondsey still...didn't. He thought that he would, no, banked on the fact that he would. Primal Instinct was his for the taking; there was no one else who could do better, and yet...this didn't seem to fill the empty hole in his chest, the one that still desired to prove himself better than the rest, to make his dead mother proud, even after all these years. Once again, he was reminded that they were gone. All of them were gone. All he could do was help make the league as powerful as–no, even more powerful than it was once before.
His initial responses were stilted. In the past, his experience with wardens and nemeses were far from pleasant, and he had half expected Regulus to be just as strict, and at the other tom's green-eyed gaze, he was but a soldier. "I'm doing fine," he spoke smoothly, his expression not revealing anything at all, "and of course. I simply want to know where your direction is, with Primal Instinct. What do you want from them, and what do you want from me?" He raised a brow, the end of his sentence revealing a small smirk that faded just as soon as it appeared.
Post by ashestoashes on Jul 6, 2021 21:29:06 GMT -5
Regulus saw that smirk but didn't say anything about it, and instead went straight forward with the answers to Bermondesy's questions. "I want Primal Instinct to flourish as most leader's want for their packs or groups. I want to gain bigger numbers so we can have, for lack of a better term, a well made army in case it's needed. Not just primarily that but a good portion of it is. Say if we were attacked by Winterclan, what would we do? At this time we would be under prepared and more than likely demolished. Who is to say any clan will help us? They don't know us since I have taken over and could potentially see us as a threat in the future. Luckily we have been able to keep things quiet so they know not of our hunger or herb situations. Of course with more numbers it means more training which is why I entrusted the Proxies to train them, same for the assassins. I plan on having The League grow to become a group worth not messing with...be seen as strong as it should be. We can't rely on clan cats to save us if we are in danger. They are dangerous to us...so I want to be able to rely on ourselves if worse comes to worse. I am confident we can with the proxies, assassins, and shaman and mage. I also have full confidence in you, with the talents you have. Even if you don't see your potential I can. Which comes to this. I want you to help keep cats in line if needed. You are to do what you have been doing so not much is changing except you will be working with me more often compared to others. Dare I say if anything were to happen to me you would simply take over, but that won't be for a while so no worries on that." This time he gave a small smile with a rare wink included. "With that being said what do you wish to see in me as a leader?"
So he was the reactive type, the type to sit and wait rather than go ahead and act. Bermondsey's expression didn't change, but for a moment, as the other cat spoke about his potential, he couldn't help the feeling of his chest clenching just a little bit. They weren't words he heard often; his father had always paid too much attention to his older siblings, on making Daireanne the next assassin or what not, and his mother's full attention was on sweet Safiya, who never knew how to be cruel the way the others instinctively knew.
"I don't think you're wrong," he spoke, his eyes trained on Regulus' expression, "but preparing all of this...doesn't it lack foresight? Hiding our problems and preparing an army for an attack isn't going to stop the attack in the first place. We're just preparing for the symptoms of a virus. Shouldn't we attack the problem itself? Think like the enemy? It'll take more than training to make this group into a well-oiled machine. The clans are at best a hindrance, at its worst, a threat. We need to think three steps ahead of them at all times, don't you think?"
And wasn't that the problem? That they were pushed out and thrown into one mess after another because they were always reacting to what the world threw against them, rather than forging ahead with what they wanted? He had grown up understanding that to truly be prepared, one must act first, to snatch a bat before the world threw a ball at them.
His lips twitched into a smirk once more. "I want your ambition," he replied quietly, his green eyes glowing, "I want us to be making the decisions, rather than letting the world push us one way or another."
Post by ashestoashes on Jul 13, 2021 20:24:55 GMT -5
"I don't blame you for wanting that...having control of anything and everything is pleasing. You know when something will happen and how something will happen. True we could be the first ones to land the strike, to land the blow but then we would be met with resistance. The clans tend to ally themselves with one another. If we were to be the offenders we would have to make sure we can take any causalities and blows headed our way. It's a precarious situation to be: to strike or be struck. Honestly if I knew we could handle it I wouldn't see it as a bad option, but where we stand right now with what little supplies we have currently would be suicide. I agree with you however that the clans are a nuisance and one day in the future we will deal with them. Until that day we must prepare and grow our numbers."
The Nemesis look up into the sky lost in thought for a moment before returning back to earth. "I think another important thing as well we should consider is having our own allies. But who they be? How would we go about it? Hmm...something I'll have to think about later. Let's say you were in my shoes Bermondsey and had all the power. What decisions would you be doing right now?"
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Post by achromatic on Jul 14, 2021 14:42:08 GMT -5
Perhaps any other cat would have enough ambition to know exactly what they wanted, but Bermondsey was not that cat. He had thought this would solve his problems, and yet, nothing was solved after stepping up to the task. He understood where Regulus was coming from, and he could read the message from his words. Stay in wait. Wait for the right opportune moment to strike. Deep down inside, Bermondsey knew he was right. There was no way they'd win right now, and he hated that.
He didn't really know what he wanted to do either. "I guess I'm not sure," he finally replied quietly, "I'd build us back up to the empire we were before. When we were feared by the clans instead of scorned. When we patrolled our territory like kings, when cats would naturally avoid us lest we took offense to their presence...we should be powerful. We should be a well-oiled machine. Yet...we aren't. We're practically a street gang trying to look bigger than we are, and that makes us look weak."
And if anything, Bermondsey had learned one thing. Weakness could not be tolerated.
Post by ashestoashes on Jul 20, 2021 17:09:09 GMT -5
"You are not wrong Bermondesy. We aren't what we once were which is the big problem. If it weren't for the title we have had for a long time we would be seen as just another wanna be rough group picking fights with other city cats. No, we are survivors damn it and we shall rise again. I won't allow us to be weak...be looked down by others. One thing I am confident with: with you as warden, myself as Nemesis, and the others...we will be what we once were. We have the building blocks to do so again. We have that ability to rise from the ashes like a phoenix stronger than we ever were before all of this. We just have to seize the moment when it comes to us. We must not miss our chance to continue down the slippery slope we have found ourselves in. Funk wasn't a bad leader by any means but...in the end...I just don't think he cared about any of this anymore. If I ever get to that point you will have to rise to the occasion. To keep this group running. Are you confident you can do that if the time calls for it? Will you take up the mantel when destiny calls?" Regulus watched the warden with sharp critical eyes hoping to see the spark he knew should be there. He was confident that Bermondsey had it in him.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 20, 2021 19:18:38 GMT -5
He understood Regulus' sentiments, and there was an agreement to it all, that they needed to claw their way up to the surface once more. That was what they were meant to do. That was where they had gotten their name, bathed in the blood of those who threatened their existence. The nemesis' confidence would not be misplaced. Failure wasn't in Bermondsey's vocabulary anyway.
At the mention of destiny, his whiskers twitched into a smirk so reminiscent of his father's, and the darkening of his green eyes seemed to change the unassuming cat into a deadlier one, the spitting image of an Icarus that had once lived. Confident? No, he was duty-bound. Regulus' words sounded so similar to words he had spoken to Charlotte moons ago about their family's 'sickness.' If I became like Alistair, he had spoken gravely, make sure you end me.
"Don't worry," he spoke smoothly, "I have no qualms about doing what's necessary when the time comes, no matter what the cost."
Post by ashestoashes on Jul 28, 2021 23:44:56 GMT -5
"Good, but enough of that for now...you'll do well just as you are now. My next question and perhaps last question for you...how do you think Charlotte has been doing in her position? She is your niece after all as I understand it so the two of you are probably pretty close." The Nemesis was truly curious how the two were outside of their positions solely because he was just a nosey individual like that. Bermondsey just stirred all sorts of curiosity in Regulus.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 29, 2021 18:52:21 GMT -5
Bermondsey was surprised at the question, but he truly shouldn't have been. Of course, someone like the nemesis must've known. Spies were everywhere, after all. His eyes narrowed. Charlotte and his history was something he didn't share with others. His family's problems were kept within the family; if he had to choose between the league or his own blood, his blood would always come first. The warden hadn't guessed wrong; they were close, in the sense that they both shared the equal sorrow of having lost others to this madness their family passed down.
"We're related, you're correct," he spoke, "but her mother and I didn't see eye to eye." It was a lie, Safiya had always been his favourite sister despite his own disdain for her weakness. "We both left the league years ago, and found ourselves back here. You probably know her as well as I do at this point." That was a lie, they had met moons before they joined, before he had dropped the kits in their current homes. "What are you looking for, a review? Whether she's doing a good enough job?"
Post by ashestoashes on Aug 5, 2021 1:27:21 GMT -5
"Not necessarily... I think she will do a great job and has as far as I have seen. Again I was just merely curious was all. By now though I imagine you must be busy, so don't let me keep you away from your duties. Have a good day Bermondsey, thank you for letting me pick your brain a bit...learn about you." With that the Nemesis gave a polite nod as he trotted off towards whatever destination he had in mind.
He didn't trust others. Bermondsey was many things, but trusting certainly wasn't one of them. Regulus fell into that category; as much as he could find a certain level of respect for the mentor figure, he couldn't help but think there was some ulterior motive, some reason why he'd ask about things like this.
Without thinking too much about it, he gave Regulus a stiff nod. "I suppose so," he replied, for a moment showing a slight uncertainty in his gaze, "I suppose I'll see you around."
