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If General Nova said she'd settled into her new position, she'd be lying. Before being instated as General of the coalition she'd had plenty of time to relax - or at least she thought she did, her brain had been a little scattered ever since her promotion. Now, it seemed like there was always something she'd forgotten to take care of, which just wouldn't do under the rule of a Heda like Shae.
...Speaking of Shae, wasn't the new Heda a little late for their meeting? Nova frowned. Perhaps she was a little hard to spot, tucked away in this little alleyway? She cleared her throat quietly, peering around the corner. "Heda Shae?"
The voice came from directly behind the general. Shae wasn't a timely cat, even when she had no reason to run late. At least today, she had an excuse. She had been paying an old friend a visit. Well, it was kind of a stretch to say either friend or visiting, really. She had been planting a body on Primal Instinct's territory like any good Heda would on one of her first days in office when she had a bone to pick with the League.
She looked the part, too. Blood still stained her pelt from the Siamese she had found and slain. Her eyes were still enchanted with the kill, something that was absolutely intoxicating to her.
"Sorry I'm late," she purred with a half-smile of a psychopath.
Nova turned to look at her new boss, vaguely alarmed at the amount of blood on Shae's pelt, but not entirely surprised. "Well, if there's any reason to be late," she replied, jerking her head to gesture at the she-cat's pelt, "that's probably it." No need to elaborate on what exactly that is.
She settled into a more comfortable position, confident no one would dare bother them - and confident that no one who did dare bother them would live to tell the tale, anyway. "Congratulations on your recent promotion," Nova said, her flat demeanour in sharp contrast to Shae's more animated persona. "I wanted to ask a few questions about the coalition's...direction, from here on out."
"Ah, yeah, I wasn't all that clean with the kill. But, hey, Primal Instinct was going to learn their damn lesson one way or the other," she mewed with a shrug. Her lips twitched in amusement at the very idea of the murder she committed. What a good day it had been. Was it bad that her good days often included murder?
"Thanks, honey poo," she then purred. "Third time's the charm." If she wasn't obviously crazy, there was a part of Shae that was quite charming. At one point, she had the entire group twisted around her finger, them assuming that she was little more than innocent. Shae then shifted her weight. The coalition's direction. What an interesting topic. Her general was a smart one. She blinked; she truly reminded her of a certain someone... She blinked her eyes- no, she wouldn't think about Genesis. "What kind of direction are you interested in seeing it go, lamb chops?"
"I believe we may be on the same page here, Heda Shae," Nova said blandly, with a subtle nod of the head to the blood staining Shae's pelt. "You are not the only cat in this coalition who seeks to destroy Primal Instinct." Nova had her own reasons for wanting that particular nuisance gone, although when she really examined her own feelings, she found them to be...somewhat lacing in substance, where most cats might find a reason of some sort. Perhaps she disliked the group like how cats disliked certain food, or certain weather. Everyone had their preferences, in the end. "You could even widen your scope further, if you wanted. Primal Instinct falls, and a lot of other things may fall with it."
(sorry this is way shorter but then again the name of this rp is literally hamburger)
She let out a purr of excitement. There was finally a cat who believed in her goal of elimination of the League. Genesis used to think that her goals would lead to little more than her own destruction. She hadn't been particularly wrong, it was Shae's willingness to fight the league that had destroyed the one relationship she cared about, but such destruction made Shae even more ready to make all of the cats of Primal INstinct rue the day they were birthed.
"I like the way you think," she meowed with a wink, her tail twitching slightly. "Primal Instinct has been too strong for too long. Their time has come." She spoke in a way that made it seem less like she had a personal vendetta against her home-group, but well, anyone who knew much of anything about Shae knew that wasn't true. If Primal Instinct hadn't exiled her, if Vera hadn't almost killed her, maybe she wouldn't be so set on watching the group go up into flames.
"If Primal Instinct falls, I assume there will be several cats that scramble for the power vaccuum that that'll lead. We'll just have to let them fight it out, and then we will rise. The whole forest will regret their ignorance of the Coalition, hmm?"
"A solution so simple that I'm unsure as to why no one has tried it before," Nova commented, allowing herself a rare smile in another cat's presence. Perhaps her time as general wouldn't be so bad after all; Shae was...a lot, but the two of them seemed to agree on more than a few key points. Didn't that suggest the pair of them would work well together, if nothing else? Nova refused to think much longer about what that meant about her. "But as for the coalition as a whole...I fear that some cats here have gotten complacent with our standing in the forest. Weak, if nothing else - Absum Lux might be one of the only groups in this region that has a whole rank just for literally useless members."
Shae nodded. God, this cat reminded her of someone. These were the kinds of things that... No, the bloodied she-cat stopped herself in her trails. She did not just pick the feline because of her resemblance to Genesis. That would have been an ignorant move, to try to recreate what should have been, wouldn't it? She blinked the thoughts away. That was enough of that.
"Octavia meant to use them as slaves. Make them do all of the dirty work. But, you're right, they're about worthless. I've debated the idea of making them fight to the death once or twice a moon, but that seemed a little harsh, even for me." Her eyes danced at the idea of the charged trying to secure a spot outside of the trials as a combatant. "I agree with the rest of your point, though. The Coalition has grown soft. They have forgotten what it is to be cats worth fearing, mostly because in the last several years they haven't been worth fearing. They've grown complacent, and it's disgusting. We'll have to change that, hmm?"
Nova took a second to mull over the heda's words, tilting her head to the side. "Don't throw out that fight to the death option so early," she remarked, with a grim sideways smile. "I haven't seen one of those in a while." Not that she'd make cats fight to the death for her own enjoyment, of course - maybe if things got really dry, but there was no point in throwing away the life of someone who could be sacrificed for another purpose.
"I also wanted to know if you're the kind of heda who would ally the Coalition with another group." She would just go right ahead and ask that question, now that she could see their hopes for Absum Lux weren't totally out of sync. Nova would go along with whatever Shae wanted - and she suspected this may have been a reason as to why she had been picked for as the new general - but there could be little harm in merely discussing their options. For most cats, anyway.
"Good point. Even if we just did it once, it would give them a reason to fear that it would happen again. Would that be motivation enough for them not to be absolutely dreadfully useless?" She asked this question, her eyes shifting as she considered. Of course, there were plenty of other ways to make a cat realize that they had to shape up. Torture tended to be Shae's favorite, but it waas the least... well... moral, no tthat that was particularly a concern of hers. It just meant that she'd save the best for those who actually deserved it. The charged probbaly didn't, at least not yet.
Shae then blinked. "I woudln't be against it, per say," she meowed after a beat of silence in which she considered the proposition. "I plan to get Absum Lux involved again with other groups, the isolation is truly quite drab, and if that means that we can find friends in low places, perfect. However, my guess is that we are more likely to do work with rogue groups, at least for a start, unless a fellow leader tries to come and sugar me up." She let out a laugh at the idea; oh, how she wished someone would.
"What kind of involvement with other groups were you thinking of?" Nova asked. She wondered if she was being too forward, a little too eager with her questioning, but it came from a genuine place of curiosity. Nova had very little care or skill with intergroup politics - she could hardly be sure Shae did either, having only just met the woman a few days ago - but she felt capable of handling most situations, given she had enough prep time for them. Extended social interaction and politic-ing were no exception. "We should probably hold the death tournament proposal fairly close to our hearts for now then. And the...nastier things, you might be imagining.
“I haven’t solidified a plan completely yet,” she mused, sounding more lucid in the serious tone her voice took than perhaps she had the entire time as heda. “I think It truly depends on the other leaders, no? Of course, we can cause a little he’ll just for fun, but we will mostly have to see what clans align with our particular goals. I have no interest in involving myself in clans that are too soft to handle a little blood.” She shrugged. She knew eventually she would have to start meeting the other leaders, was the gathering soon enough? Was Abshm Lux even invited ? Shae decided in that moment she didn’t care, that they would go. “Do you have any ideas?”
