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Eshek danced through the dead forest behind the Crypt, far more comfortable in her old stomping ground than she would ever be in the Estate House, where Lux could be lurking around any corner to call her “darling”. She bopped along to some unheard song, singing whatever lyrics came to mind and acting out her own little music video. In her mind, there were scene changes and different camera angles; in reality, she was just grooving through a spooky, silent woodland. She sang about tearing cats limb from limb, about blood and gore and entrails, glitter and pretty girls and plastic flowers, cheap thrills and hangovers and dead mothers.
She threw herself down a path lined with wet leaves and slid along it, coming to a stop when the leaves gave way to flagstones; from there, she stepped gracefully onto the stones and sashayed on her way, tail waving high in the air and steps timed to a beat only she could hear. “And I’m just soakin’ up the magic in the aaaaiirrrr— oooh, my God!” Her singing broke off as a cat appeared in her line of vision. "You're late!" she snapped, instantly assuming the role of vexed director. "How am I supposed to be a star with no back-up dancers?"
Houdini watched Eshek and tilted his head as he considered her. "If you were a true star you wouldn't need backup dancers, you would be able to carry the show on your own." He replied teasingly with a small little smile. Quickly going from confused intruder to a part of her little play, though perhaps not the one she wanted him to be. Houdini was no backup dancer and was deeply offended she would assume as such; the audacity.
Houdini was a star! Just as much as Eshek was if not more, a magician who made magic happen, or so he liked to think. Just like Eshek was pretending to have her own music video Houdini often liked to play at having his own private audience for the tricks he pulled. Thus her assumptions towards him being her backup dancer offended him greatly. "Now please, hurry up and get on with the show. Can't have you going over your time slot and into mine now can we?"
He took a step back and waved his tail, daring her to continue.
"The backup dancers are to flaunt my wealth," she snapped. More quietly, as she turned away and stalked back to the edge of the flagstones, she muttered, "and to emphasise my superior standing in society. You wouldn't understand." Why was it always the toms who came along and ruined her alone time? She already had the weird playboy who followed her around; she didn't need the weird magician, too. Once she was back at her starting point, she closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath to steady herself, listening for the music. Now please, hurry up and get on with the show. "Will you be quiet?" she thundered, eyes snapping open and fur along her spine shooting upwards. "Don't rush me!" She let out a breath and added more softly, "I'm trying to find my inner peace again."
Closing her eyes again, Eshek let out another soft sigh, stepped off the flagstone— and let out a frustrated shriek, bouncing around through the air and clawing at the earth in an elaborate, violent tantrum. After a moment, she fell still, stiff-legged and panting wildly, and set Houdini with a wide-eyed, accusing stare. "Well, now the magic's gone! How am I supposed to work under these conditions? Are you happy? Are you pleased with yourself? Do your stupid show, then, I don't care." She stomped past him and sat down, glaring sulkily as she waited for him to begin.
"More bodies to flaunt does not prove wealth." Houdini scoffed at her very assertion, thinking her young and silly for such words. Wondering who had put such a simple thing in charge of the foreign affairs district. Surely she would be running it into the ground soon with her little brain at the head of the operation. This thought was further cemented in his brain with her tantrum, the long haired calico finding the whole thing painting her in a very young light. He could possibly have compared her to his daughters but they would never act as such, Houdini had beat it into them that such behavior was just an embarrassment to yourself.
Slipping by her he gave her a nasty grin, "watch and learn." He declared as he took his place front and center. Somewhere he belonged much more than she herself did. No matter what delusions of grandeur she had. But as much as he had been playing along with this charade perhaps even prodding it forward in places Houdini had no magic tricks prepared. This had not been something he had been expecting and thus he couldn't amaze an audience by pulling a live bird from a cats chest cavity. So he decided to improvise, maybe stall. "I'll need a volunteer!" He declared and looked right at Eshek.
“Watch and learn,” she mocked in a deep, ugly voice, pulling a face at his back. The second he turned around, she grinned back at him sweetly. I’ll need a volunteer. Eshek pretended to look around her frantically — left, right, behind her, in the trees, underneath her — before finally looking back at Houdini with huge eyes and an even huger grin and squealing, “ooh, me! Pick me! Please, please, oh, please, pick me! I’m such a fan!” She bounced on the spot, one paw straining high in the air. “Are you gonna saw me in half? Make me levitate? Ooh, make me disappear? Huh, Mr. Magician? Is it gonna be as cool as that?” She was grinning, but her eyes were nasty; she couldn’t wait to see him falter and fail.
