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"Oops," but there was no innocence to it, despite her doe-eyed bat of her thick lashes. The corpse slumped to her paws, Cezra's vacant stare now certifiably mirthless, and rested there for the long, disconcerting moment it took for the two toms to ascertain the scene before them: Chelsea, pristine as the marbled tiles streaked by the blood of an assassin, and aforementioned assassin... assassinated.
She'd been biding her time. Since coming home, the game of life had progressed at a meandering pace, but it was quickening now- Bermondsey's fatherhood, the looming threat of NightClan after their tense meeting, the more personal matters that made Chelsea scarcer lately, curiously so. It was time to unleash her energy now; poor Cezra was just the unwitting victim of a nature sculpted before either he or his murderer had been born. The shadow in her gaze swayed slightly, strands of stray light incensed within. "It appears there's an opening in the League now, no? Consider this my application," she said with a faint incline of her head.
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Post by achromatic on Nov 6, 2021 17:03:19 GMT -5
Bermondsey stood across from his sister, both looking unimpressed and horrified at how utterly stupid his sister was being. Seriously? There were other ways to show their capability other than killing an existing assassin successor or whatever it was. He understood what this was. An application, he could almost laugh, but surely even she couldn't be so stupid to think that this was impressive or something.
Perhaps if he had been anyone else, he would be, don't get him wrong. It was edgy, and it was certainly a power move, to dispose of the former power to declare their own, but right now, when the league itself was in hot water with another group, when they needed to train their own and to regain their power, their numbers, and to utilize their higher staff to its fullest potential, this just seemed like a waste.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just have a discussion?" he flicked his ear in irritation, "you do know that by killing a capable cat in our ranks, you're only making your job harder, right? We aren't in a position to weed out our own members right now; you could've done that by throwing him in NightClan's direction, at the very least."
Eshek popped her head out from behind Ber. “Whoa!” she breathed admiringly, eyes flitting over Cezra’s still-bleeding corpse. She was days away from her due date and had just begun her confinement — until she got bored and saw Ber leaving his room, now theirs, while she was dozing. And boy, she was glad she followed; that was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen, so suave and effortless and unfazed and oh, she was getting all tingly.
“Never did like that guy. I say we give it to her.” She added the last part to Ber, upbeat and optimistic. Then she remembered Safiya’s warning and visibly fell into deep thought, her chin rising and her face squishing up slightly. “Mmm... maybe not. But yes,” her brows shot up, “but also no.” They fell back down. “But a powerful woman... but that could also be bad. Especially if she becomes your assassin, Ber, or yours, Regulus, and then kills you and usurps power for herself... What do you guys think?” She looked from the Warden to the Nemesis like they were just committee members and she was very inclusive and thoughtful for seeking their opinion in her decision.
Chelsea regarded Eshek with disinterest- a cat gazing at a mouse- before it swept back to Bermondsey and his disapproval. She smirked, "You'd want me to send the cannibal to NightClan? Where..." she trailed off but he'd understand the unspoken message: Where our nephew is? It was both to confirm she now knew of Moonblight's existence and where he resided.
Shekky here has the right idea, but let's be honest, shall we? If I truly wanted to kill one of you, I'd just do it now and weed through the rest. Although... I'm well aware there's laws in place for the transition of power and it'd be unwise of me to thin the herd of its healthiest sheep, don't you think? This one," she kicked Cezra's corpse, a fresh squelch of blood squeezing out his mouth, "unfortunately was sickly. I did you a favor, brother dearest. You should be thanking me."
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Post by achromatic on Nov 8, 2021 16:51:37 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed at her words. "He would've done his job right," he enunciated clearly, "and I'm sure it's not difficult to figure out which one's Aspenstar. She does look rather ugly with that scar on her eye too. Go eat the one-eyed cat, how hard would it be anyway?" As much as he had worried himself over the kits, he knew that Aleksy–no, Moonblight could take care of himself. Sure, he had been quiet as a kit, but he was clever, that was for sure. He didn't worry all too much about him, and certainly, the fact that he was on the loyal guard meant that he had potential, even if he was on the side of the enemy right now. He had worried plenty more for the younger one, Evenie, but the others didn't need to know that. No one needed to know anything.
Bermondsey knew he didn't dictate who got what role afterwards, but still, he turned to Regulus with a scowl. "I don't care what you do with her, but my recommendation is a no, or at least, if you want her around, don't you dare put her anywhere near me."
