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Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 21, 2019 23:59:29 GMT -5
(that last line is too accurate. i stan one queen and her name is Mother)
Funk was dangerous in his own right, and also needed to be babysat, so in a way he fit in to the League surprisingly well. But maybe he was a bit too mad, too much of a headache. Still, if all he had to do was work in the greenhouse, it was a win. Flicking his tail behind him, "A shame. Well, once I get this place cleaned up," he paused, moving some vines so he could see clearer, "I'd say one third to one half of a moon. Depends on how workable this place is." This place was good, but it needed polish and it was gonna take Funk forever to do it by himself, "Any troublesome cats, just send em my way. I'll have them pull weeds or clean glass in here." He added, not expecting any but hey, someone may get unlucky.
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POSTEDJul 24, 2019 9:55:28 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
[ working on getting her that title. Gonna send her out to raze villages to the ground. That's what queens do yeah? cause the peasants were blocking her sun.]
"I'm not sure they would be much help." She responded with a raised brow, slowly exhibiting more emotion as time went on. Perhaps it was Funk's easy going nature thus far, his rolling with the punches go-getter attitude. "They might just rip up the plants rather than the weeds in demonstration of their frustration. Young cats." She scoffed at the end, often frustrated by their outlook towards the world and often thinking everyone was out to get them. Perhaps it was her time raising others kits against her will, perhaps it had sapped her patience. Not that anyone could tell with how tight a reign she kept on her expressions, though she was often internally imagining ripping out other cats throats.
"Though truly if you do need help find the cat with bald spots and obsessively scratching himself. His name is Sigmund, and I'm sure he can arrange to send you some help." She knew even if Funk found Sigmund and asked for helpers Sigmund would come find her first to ask about it. But it saved her from having to talk to Funk again unless it was something actually important, or so that was the hope.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 25, 2019 17:53:52 GMT -5
(she sends her peasants to do it, the ones not blocking her sun)
It was true, they probably would do more harm than good. Though his expectations for them were higher than the adults around here. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he just liked their fire. If they entertained him, he'd let them hang around. Simple enough. He'd have to go through and salvage what he could before even trying to find this nervous wreck called Sigmund. That meeting would go smooth as sandpaper, Funk could tell. This once was strict, that one was nervous. And Funk was too laid back to want to deal with 'em.
"Gotcha Ma. Anything else?" He lifted a paw and yawn.
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POSTEDJul 27, 2019 22:55:37 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Don't call me Ma for one." Mother E'tani replied loftily as she narrowed her eyes at him, but perhaps there was a hint of amusement there. Though if anyone questioned her towards it she would deny it to her dying breath, for crass nicknames gifted by cats she barley knew didn't amuse her. The audacity though, and instant familiarity he displayed might have if she would ever lower herself to admit such a thing."And two if you could talk to our pathologist and resident about a project I have them working on I'm sure they could use your insight. You seem to have... skills, that would asit them in what they are trying to do."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 29, 2019 15:53:15 GMT -5
Pathologist? Resident? Who even are they? How was he supposed to find them? Why do they have these names? Well, not specifically them. It seemed like everyone had some weird name for some rank that could probably be described as 'bodyguards' or 'those we spit on' which makes a lot more sense than whatever. He thought he heard the faint sense of amusement in her voice, but decided not to say anything. He would definitely keep calling her 'Ma' though.
" 'Kay kay." He swept some glass away and sat down, the tile cold on his fur, "So, how'd a lovely lady like you end up here? You have a different air then most of the cats around here, I wouldn't think you're a local." He kinda liked the way she talked, it was simple and elegant compared to his laidback tone.
