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"Uhhh guys." Iago mocked viciously before sending a nasty look towards Nour and hoping she tripped and broke her jaw or something else horrible. He had no idea that out of the pair of sisters Matilde was the one having more insidious thoughts. "This whole venture is stupid and I don't care if your father believes in ghosts. If your father said the sky was yellow would you then parrot that rhetoric as well?"
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Post by achromatic on Apr 10, 2022 16:07:19 GMT -5
Nour gave him a look, as if she was staring at the world's absolute biggest idiot. "Uh, no, duh," she made a face at the other cat as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing; was anyone really that dumb? "It's blue because I can see it, and it changes to orange only when the sun sets, and then it's black....it's not yellow....yet," she pointed out as if she was telling some loser kit that one plus one equalled two, "but if it's yellow and I see it, I'd believe it. Which is why we're going hunting for ghosts? To see if we can find them?"
She rolled her eyes as if this discussion was very, very silly. "If we find the ghosts then there are ghosts," she replied as if she was saying a statement like the sky was blue, "if there aren't, we're going to have to check a few times and if I never see it ever, then they're not real, duh."
Iago had just made the list. He wasn’t family, but she could make an exception.
The little white kitten was quiet for a moment, as Nour tried to spell it out for him, but her outrage at being mocked was stark on her face. She'd forgotten her terror of the encroaching fog; he’d fanned the flame in her, and you could see the temperature rising in her eyes. Suddenly she didn’t feel like being so quiet anymore:
“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to be polite?” Despite the twisted anger in her eyes, when her voice came it came sweet, so sweet that it cloyed her words, and made them more nasty than any raving she could have done. “Or don’t you have any parents? IS that why you’re so jealous of ours? Oh poor Iago, you can’t help being such a big, stupid orange burr, can you?”
Iago whipped around and puffed up, completely ignoring Nour and her condescending words. "Ha, you're just as delusion as you are stupid aren't you Matilde." He scrapped out words dripping in scorn. "Cannot you not comprehend that one can dislike another for reasons that are bigger than petty things such a parentage?"
"Besides all that, why would I be jealous of your parents, when rumors say they haven't really been the best parents?" His blue eyes narrowed and he took another step towards her with a reckless sort of abandon. Ready to stick his head into the lions mouth so to say. "Politeness is wasted on people like you anyway, it must hurt knowing that out of all your siblings you'll always be.. less." His hissed out his last word and dared her with his eyes to make him regret it.
Heritage was all that Matilde knew. She’d known her family was important before she’d known up from down. And of course she had — she and her siblings had been planted atop the tallest tower in the grandest mansion, far above everyone else, warded from the danger, scrutiny, connection. Locked away with a guard at the door. And when her siblings broke out, there she remained, tied to the hip with her father who watched over it all. It was her everything.
Now here was this ridiculous tom telling her that her blood — the good and, gods, the bad of it — didn’t mean ANYTHING. She could strike him across his face for that. Her paw itched to redden his already red cheek. He’d stuck his face so close to hers he was practically begging her to. But she didn’t. She’d never struck anyone clean with true violent intention, and part of her was scared that she was too weak to do any damage.
So, Tilly hmphed and stuck her nose into the air, as if his personal jab wasn’t worth a reply. “I don’t know why I came out to these stupid ruins anyway.” She held her haughty posture for a moment, before quickly turning away when she realized tears were welling in her eyes. Not the sad kind — the desperately angry kind, the frustrated tears of a kid with too many emotions to know what to do with. She wheeled away before the two of them could see them, and yelled, into the ground, “I hope the two of you… go squat in a cactus patch!” She wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but she’d heard an assassin say it — in any case, Tilly was presently dashing deeper into the fog, her tears sprinkling the earth as she ran way.
Iago watched her run off and then looked towards Nour, "you should probably go after her." He intoned deadpan and flat before turning back towards the mist and wondering if this was the last time he would ever see Matilde. He wondered if the Nemesis would kill him if Iago was the reason one of his daughters disappeared and ended up presumed dead.
He wondered if he should perhaps practice more care with his words, or at-least quickly try and think of a way to lie himself out of any potential consequences. Perhaps if Nour went after her sister Iago could back track back to the manor and tell their father and lie that he had tried to rescue them but couldn't find them. He might need to do some damage to himself to make it believable but it was better than being dead he supposed.
Nour was irritated, but only the way she was irritated that things weren't exactly going to plan. She just wanted to hunt some ghosts, for gods' sake, why were these two idiots so bothered by everything anyway? She gave Iago a withering glare. "Nuh uh," she snapped at him, standing tall and moving towards him, until they were face to face, her expression in a scowl. "Oh I'm not going by myself, you're coming with me, and you're going to go and say whatever you need to make sure she doesn't rat us out to my dad, you idiot."
She didn't really care about Tilly's feelings. She never really cared about anyone else's feelings at all, but at the same time, the fact that her mission was now on the back burner made her mad. "You little maggots can't even get along enough to hunt a single ghost and you think you'll end up being a decent hunter? Give me a break!"
"To be frank I didn't want to hunt ghost in the first place you idiot," was his sullen response, blue eyes narrowed towards her in resentment. "And calling me a maggot and saying I wouldn't make a good hunter because your sisters is dramatic is rather uncalled for really." There was a vicious pleasure in the words, acting like she was the one being a child where he was a mature reasonable adult.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 29, 2022 17:01:45 GMT -5
"Well you're hunting them whether you like it or not," she poked him hard in the chest, a sneer on her face, her eyes glittering like a cat toying with their food, "and trust me, I don't need my daddy to make sure you'll never be a proper hunter." She wasn't an idiot and she was as vengeful as a bolt of lightning to a tree that dared to reach its arms to the sky. "You know, cats get into all sorts of accidents out here," she replied with a smirk, "papa said I almost drowned once but I met god actually, and he told me that if I wanted to make sure another cat never became a hunter, I could simply push them off a cliff to really meet the ghosts."
She shrugged, giving him a disinterested look, as if she was suddenly bored. "Your choice," she shrugged. The mist was getting thicker now as she continued to head towards the ruins.
