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Marchosais E'tan had had very little opportunity to interact with his proxies thus far, in fact he could almost confidently say he hadn't interacted with them at all yet. And while he saw this as not a major issue he could recognized that there were those that would tell him it sort of was. Humming he waited for them, reciting their names within his thoughts as a practice towards the real thing when they arrived. 'Kazu, Senescene, Altaire, and Corvus' he hummed to a jaunty little tune as he sat on the main steps that lead up to the hanging door of the main house. The looming shadows of the dark foyer intertwining with his own; a delicate dance for balance between the house and himself.
He wondered how they would take his first request of them as their new nemesis, he wondered which one would curry his favor in this. Altaire from what he understood knew quite a few people, but Senescene had connections in the clans, and Corvus seemed the type to bulldoze through any potential obstacle. Really it could be anyone's game, Marchosais wondered if he should make a bet.
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POSTEDMay 20, 2019 20:21:19 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The charming devil strutted up in a typical Altaire sort of way, the kind of way that proved that not only was he at perhaps the top of his game, but he rather knew it. There were better things than proxy, sure, and he failed to fill the group's leadership vaccuum when it was open, but at the same time, he couldn't say he particularly wanted to. He was too busy doing... other things to keep a group of misfits on himself. If he had wanted it, he had assured himself, it would have been his. There were better things to want. His whiskers twitched at the idea, before he came to a stop in front of the tom.
The relationship between the tom and the last nemesis had been brief. The two interacted, Altaire swore an allegiance that was simply due to convenience, and then the duo was done. Altaire bossed around the hunters, occasionally made them fight to the death, and took off for extended periods off of the island. He'd come back and start the cycle over again. Their relationship was often in passing. It wasn't as if they were on bad terms, Altaire was a charming man, but they weren't best friends. Perhaps, he considered, that would have to change with the new man of the hour. Perhaps he would have to try harder with him.
"Greetings, Cap'," the tom meowed casually, glancing around. He was the first there. Excellent.
Quartz had invited herself, she had seen very little of both the proxies and the Nemesis. So when she had heard they were gathering it only seemed logical to show up as well. The Warden appeared out of the blackness, her white coat creating a stark contrast. The small cat settled down next to Marchosais. Her fluffy tail curled over paws giving off an air of innocence and purity. It was not too far off the mark, she was not an outwardly vicious cat as many where in the league. It suited her just fine and considering the position she currently was at it was working just fine.
"I thought I would just invite myself." She spoke soft enough that Marchosais could hear, though Altaire and any others around could not. It would do her no good to undermine the tom. Quartz did not have enough of an opinion to decide if it was wise or not. Vera killed anyone who crossed her, Marchosais had yet to show a strong leaning either way. He was a mystery to her and for good reason, he had basically shown up out of nowhere saying Solaris had given him the leadership of the league.
Post by Honeystorm on May 21, 2019 13:48:02 GMT -5
When she showed up, no one could be certain. Senescence simply hadn't been there one moment, and the next she was, lounging in the background a few paces away from the rest. Eyes half closed and not an apparent care in the world, the Proxy arrived in complete silence and felt no need to break it, seemingly content to doze the day away wherever she might be. The rust and shadow laced feline couldn't be further from Altaire, both in attitude and appearance, bearing a lifetime of scars, more than most, if not all, the cats of the League, her eyes mismatched, one rendered blind and violet as a result of an old injury. Burns from Vera's reign rippled up her flanks, and around her neck was a rusted chain necklace bearing a slate gray pendant of stone, long since stained with blood.
She was an interesting sort, known not only through her parents, Glowstar, the DayClan leader and former League cat who'd held many high ranks, but never quite made it to Warden, and Rake, a Warden once upon a time, who many believed to have been demon possessed. Rather, she made a name for herself in her rare appearances, in the collection of various things from those she killed, in her blatant boredom and the fact that this was now her third time as Proxy. She was an old feline, if one considered the average lifetime of a League cat, which was a feat in itself, to be able to say they'd survived all manner of sickness, fire, and war, with little more than a few scars added to their collection.
