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There really wasn't any way to expect when Agamede would show up. The she-cat was like a ghost, no one ever quite seemed to remember her face or her name, and the she-cat simply appeared out of nowhere like she'd been present all along. Today, Bermondsey was the target of the Assassin's curiosity. When he woke up from his nest, at first it would seem like nothing out of the ordinary. Until he turned his head slightly, and came face to face with Agamede less than a foot away, having watched the Warden sleep for... who knows how long. "Hello." She commented, staring at him, her voice calm, almost dreamlike.
Post by achromatic on Jun 29, 2021 19:25:38 GMT -5
His nest was comfortable enough, more so than many of his previous makeshift ones. Bermondsey was often a light sleeper; years of living on the road and drifting along the forest meant that he was used to anything, but also wary of everything. He had found himself relaxing after a couple of days back; he didn't feel the need to watch his back all the time anymore.
Apparently, he should've rethought that, because the moment he woke up and saw the eyes staring back at him, he practically jumped out of his skin. (Let Bermondsey say ****!) What in the world was this cat doing? "What–?!" he gasped, his throat still raspy from sleep, "what the hell are you doing in here?"
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 29, 2021 19:36:05 GMT -5
"Protecting you." Agamede's head tilted ever so slightly, having a similar effect to a doll moving when it most definitely shouldn't be capable of doing so. "Assassination attempts are significantly easier at night, especially for a deep sleeper like you."
Of course, she wasn't WRONG per say, but generally, one would have given a warning as courtesy to avoid this exact situation from causing a cat to die from sheer panic. "For a Warden you sure are jumpy."
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Post by achromatic on Jun 29, 2021 19:55:41 GMT -5
Protecting him? Gods, she almost scared his soul out of his body. A scowl left his mouth. "Aren't you supposed to be guarding our Nemesis?" he grumbled, rolling up to his paws, giving the she-cat a glare. "You know, when they say you're supposed to protect us, I'm sure no one meant that you need to literally be sitting so close I can smell your breath in the morning."
He tossed another strange look to Agamede. This cat was...a bit weird sounded like an understatement. "Don't you have anything else to do? What do assassins even do these days?"
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 30, 2021 19:52:56 GMT -5
"You seem to have answered your own question. We assassins protect the higher ups, and the others can cover our dear Nemesis and the like, can't they? It doesn't make me a very good protector to not make the rounds and get to know each of you... personally." Agamede's eyes looked Bermondsey up and down just a bit too intensely for what was necessary, or maybe that was just reading into it a bit too much.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 1, 2021 5:38:53 GMT -5
He grimaced at that. "Gods please don't tell me you expect us to sit around camp and sing kum-bah-yah or something," he groaned, as he got up. There was no way he'd be able to sleep after that. He was sure that was definitely going to come back up in some reoccuring dream like the rest of his weird nightmares these days.
"Well if you're supposed to be guarding me, couldn't you at least bring breakfast?" he grumbled as he headed out the entrance of his den, wondering whether she'd follow along, "and shouldn't you be introducing yourself first? I don't know a single thing about my protector." His sarcasm was palpable.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 16, 2021 23:51:57 GMT -5
"Oh, no, that would be boring." Agamede answered his question about singing with a light laugh. "And that wasn't in the job description. For either the breakfast or the introductions. Do you not think it makes you safer if you cannot be tortured into telling someone the name of your guard? Though I suppose that would indicate I have already failed if it got to that point." She evaded the question without a real answer, seeming to find some amusement in running him around and annoying him.
Post by achromatic on Jul 19, 2021 11:13:23 GMT -5
"–and don't you think if worse comes to worse, not knowing what your name is would be detrimental to anything I need? Imagine if we're in the middle of a battle and I need you to go grab something or fight off an intruder or someone's about to land a blow. Hey you! Everyone then looks at me and I'll have to be like: not you, that you! and no one will have any idea what I'm talking about. Meanwhile we both get murdered, we lose the fight, and Primal Instinct will be without both a warden and an assassin. That seems like an idiotic plan to me," he replied dryly, not a single bit of humour in the stiff tom's expression, as if this was all a matter of fact and that this was the completely logical thing to happen in the middle of a battle.
"You're so lacking in creativity you can't come up with a code name for me?" Her tail twitched, tapping him lightly on the side of the head. "I thought you would be smart, considering your position. I doubt you'll win many battles with such inflexible thinking patterns." Unperturbed as always, and probably only pissing the tom off more. One could only wonder how long until he finally snapped, or otherwise checked out of this conversation, she wouldn't be altogether surprised if he tried to storm off or something, presuming he didn't try to strangle her.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 22, 2021 17:36:14 GMT -5
"I don't play with fake names," he replied dryly, rolling his eyes as he batted away her tail; what was with she-cats and how touchy they were? "There's no respect in making up fake names especially when no one's acknowledging it, but if we have to do this, I suppose I can call you pain-in-the-ass...though that's a bit of a mouthful in battle...how about just ass instead?"
"If you call me that, I think half the League might respond." Agamede laughed freely. "And since when does Primal Instinct care what's respectable or not? Have you taken a wrong turn into the Regime?" She mused. The ghostly feline always seemed to have a quip, and none of her words were affecting her all that much, but she could see he seemed rather annoyed. "Perhaps you'll feel better after something to eat, hmm? Bit hangry?"
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2021 17:04:51 GMT -5
"Ass it is then," he shrugged, a loud breath leaving his nostrils. She was annoying. He had to give her that at least. Not to mention he hated walking in circles; this conversation was going nowhere and what did he expect really? Half the cats here were sadists and the other half were probably insane enough to be sent into this loony house, after all.
"You gonna fight me for my food because you're my poison checker too?" he snorted in amusement, already moving away from her and towards where they kept the food.
"You could just say you want to share prey with me, no need to hide behind checking for poison." Agamede quipped quickly, a faux flirtatious tone interlacing her usually dreamlike voice. She brushed far too close to him as she padded after him, falling back to trail him in his shadow after a moment, gaze slowly roving over the area. The feline may be an irritation to most, but she did know how to do her job, at least.
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Post by achromatic on Aug 4, 2021 19:35:38 GMT -5
"Don't flatter yourself," he replied with a snort, lips twisted into a sneer, "maybe if you're lucky you can finish my leftovers." He hated not knowing things and the fact that Agamede was making him do all the work later irritated him to no end. Still, biting remarks aside, there were plenty of things to be done.
"Please tell me no one's gotten killed doing something stupid while I was asleep," he yawned, glancing to the other cat. Not that he cared whether the idiots weeded themselves out, but at this point, he'd rather have cats who actually had brains stuffed inside the thick skulls of theirs, "what's the update with the herbs situation right now? Any updates from the others?"
