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The city was large enough for Bermondsey to find himself constantly meeting new cats he had never met. Despite having lived here for the last couple of moons, he still found himself wandering in parts of the city he had never seen before. On the walls of a large fence, he found himself leaping up on a dumpster, before heading upwards to the low wall. He had been about to leap down the other side, but suddenly, a growl caught his attention. Right, not a good move. There was a large dog chained out in whatever backyard of some rundown looking house. He didn't feel like asking for trouble today. Standing for a moment on the wall for a moment, he only looked up when he sensed another cat nearby.
"Unless you want to fight a dog, I wouldn't recommend going down there," he spoke.
Reznor slunk through the city with his movements low and careful, on the hunt, but a rat could have run straight past his nose and he wouldn't have noticed. He was deep in thought, gaze fixed mindlessly ahead of him as he debated what he should do next, and as he turned the corner of the fence he was startled to hear another cat call out to him.
He blinked twice then shook his head, straightened up to look for the source of the call, and the moment he recognized his Warden was the same instant his eyes went wide and he took a step back. He heard the growling now too, low and troublesome from the other side of the fence, and took a few steps to the side away from it.
"Thanks for the warning," Reznor replied, dipping his blue-gray head. "I think I'll avoid a fight for today." His tone was clipped, respectful but mistrustful as well; he didn't know this tom well or what he expected from him. Reznor had been comfortable with the old leaders of the League, Funk had been like a father to him and the proxies were very familiar to him for better or worse, but he didn't know the strangers that led them now.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 2, 2021 18:05:17 GMT -5
The scent on the other tom told him that they were of the same allegiance, and the way this cat looked at him could be expected, he supposed. He had seen this sort of look from the others already, whispers spreading amongst the common folk about how he barely deserved to be where he was now, having only returned so recently. How the 'new management' was so very different from the old. How they couldn't understand what made him so special to be held to this sort of pedestal now.
He was a stranger to many of the league's cats, just some strange newcomer with little but a few stories and one who had found himself an asset to whoever was in charge around here. There were two things he was certain of. He was the newcomer here. This cat knew who he was.
There was no way Bermondsey could be sure of how Reznor felt about him other than that, but the clipped tone was enough for him to know that they were nowhere near friendly. "What's your name again?" he spoke, "I don't believe we've met."
"Reznor, External Affairs. I was only just promoted," he explained. He was young, his fur still soft without any scars hidden beneath his dense blue-gray coat, but he liked to think he seemed a little older. Maybe it was something in his eyes, but more likely it was the intentional way he lowered his voice when he spoke. His natural voice was still too high, and he had to consciously deepen it if he wanted to sound tough or intimidating at all. He wasn't large enough to stand toe-to-toe with most hunters either, cursed with shortness, but with Bermondsey high above him, that wasn't an issue.
"You're Bermondsey, aren't you? That's why you don't know me; the Warden is too busy to spend time with a lowly hunter like me." He couldn't resist the challenge, still holding his head low and respectful despite the edge to his voice.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 22, 2021 17:40:17 GMT -5
Reznor, huh? He certainly was still young, the baby fur still soft on his cheeks and the way his voice was still a little high, the way it sounded like it took effort to speak in a lower tone the way other cats would naturally sound. So he was barely older than the oldest trainee, fresh meat. "Guess they must've seen something special in you to promote you so far," he replied, his tail lashing once in an apathetic manner, "so what made you so special? If you were really so lowly, you'd still be a trainee after all, just like I'd still be a rogue."
He could sense the bitterness, the challenge, but he didn't react. The younger cat didn't scare him, and nothing annoyed cats like this than a lack of response to their challenges.
His blue eyes narrowed, and he saw the error of his ways, though it was too late to change his act now. He had already committed to the bit. Reznor had some skill when it came to adapting his behavior depending on the cat, acting a little softer around the ladies and a little tougher near the toms, but he didn't like how little of a rise he summoned from Bermondsey.
"I had a... unique upbringing. Funk E'tan himself took an interest in me," he informed, holding his head up a little higher. When Reznor was nothing more than a puff of kitten fluff he had led the League into a gathering and stood upon the highest tree with the other leaders... at least until Bloodystar pushed him out of it. Reznor wasn't so easily defeated, he started his own gathering then, but they had very few cats in attendance. "I was a personal favorite of his."
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2021 17:30:22 GMT -5
So a teacher's pet, a class favorite? Intriguing. He raised a brow once more, regarding the tom in full. "I'm afraid I've never met Funk, so I'll never really know what he saw in you" he replied with a shrug, half-lidded eyes turned to the paw that he was rasping a tongue across, as if it didn't matter much. He had heard of the guy, from Eshek once or twice. He had assumed the guy was her father or something from the way she talked about him and oh, how he was wrong it only struck him now that he knew nothing about the former Nemesis. Still, not knowing anything about the cat seemed counterintuitive for a cat who wanted to know everything.
"I suppose you can tell me more about him, no?" he asked, blinking evenly at the cat, "what was he like, and why do you think you were so special to him?" Was it a scandal, perhaps, or a secret still held in quiet? Or was there some talent this cat had that the other cat was perceptive enough to see?
Reznor eyed him warily. He could understand the warden's interest in the leader that came before him, it was reasonable to size up a potential opponent, but his questions made it clear that Bermondsey was more interested in him than Funk. He didn't like that. At best, he was bored and trying to rile up Reznor; at worst, he was suspicious of him and was looking for weaknesses. Well, he wasn't going to give him any. Funk might have been more of a father to him than his actual deadbeat father, but nobody needed to know that.
"He wasn't the only one interested," the hunter assured, "the proxies had their eyes on me as well. Innocentia and I went way back. She's the one that gave me my bow." Reznor wore a white bow neatly around his neck. His siblings had them as well, gifts from Innocentia. "Maybe if you want to know what they think, you should go talk to one of them."
i don't remember if i mentioned the bow before but he's totally had it on this entire time because i never forget it
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Post by achromatic on Jul 29, 2021 18:22:00 GMT -5
who knows let's just pretend we all know what's going on
Reznor wasn't wrong to suspect ill intent; after all, Bermondsey wasn't exactly a friendly cat. With a wry smirk, his green eyes were fixated on Reznor with an expression almost akin to boredom, apathy before looking away. "You know just as well they're no longer here," he snorted, "ask who? The gone? The dead?"
He shook his head, before eyeing the other cat once more. "I wonder how it must feel, to be the golden child, the one at the top with everyone looking upon you with some type of admiration, just for everything to fall apart in a flash and for everything you know to shift overnight. All those cats you looked up to are gone now, so what's next? How must it feel, to have your potential ripped away in a flash?"
He regarded Reznor with a look of pure curiosity; if there was any malice it surely didn't show on the warden's face. In a way, Bermondsey was both sympathetic and amused. He too, had gone for a moment, to return to a world that seemed completely foreign. Yet, Reznor's story, of being the golden child, only served to remind him of his brother.
Reznor shrugged his shoulders. The truth was, he couldn't share how the golden child felt; for all his careful bragging about the cats he used to know, his relationships with them had never been strong. His parents had stood by instead of protecting him and his siblings; Innocentia had marked him as one of the undesirables, a piece of meat for later, not someone who could be a zealous servant. The world had fallen apart when she left, not because she had stolen his potential, but because he had lost his strongest safeguard. If she wasn't in the League, there would be no punishment for his murder.
Funk had been the only one to see potential in him, to let him stand among leaders, and now he was gone. That did hurt. He let out an even breath, channeling that feeling of abandonment to answer Bermondsey's question.
"It sucked," he replied sourly, "but I'll survive it. It just means I have to prove myself to someone else."
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Post by achromatic on Aug 19, 2021 13:14:47 GMT -5
It was clear that there was a complication in the Reznor's expression despite his expression of apathy towards Bermondsey. He could almost laugh at the tom's dry tone. It did suck. Perhaps if they had met, years ago when he was but a naive trainee trying desperately to cling onto the last remnants of his family, he'd have found a kindred spirit, a friend perhaps. Alas, time was never a friend of his; his lips twisted into a dry smirk.
"I'm not impressed easily but if you can prove yourself to me, you'll be able to prove yourself to anybody," he mused.
I don't need to prove myself to you, he wanted to say, but he knew it wasn't true. Bermondsey was the Warden now, and like it or not, he was exactly the cat that Reznor needed to impress. He didn't know Regulus well, and now that he was the Nemesis, he probably never would; this was his best chance to get in with the higher-ups again.
"Yeah, okay," he resigned, looking up at Bermondsey. "What do you want me to do?"
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Post by achromatic on Sept 5, 2021 18:03:55 GMT -5
He continued onto his walk, now moving and gesturing to the other tom that he should follow along. "How good are you with hunting? Fighting? Spying?" he asked shrewdly, "do you think you're better at one over the other?" It was easier to set a challenge if he knew exactly where this cat's strength lay, and where he thought it did as well.
