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Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 29, 2019 14:31:05 GMT -5
sunlight The manor was a maze. "Funk, you shouldn't be in here." "Funk, this is the internal affairs office." "How did you even get in here?" "Get out of here, pervert." Gee, what a bunch of killjoys. He spent most of his time out of the estate because of it. Like now, he was in the forest behind the estate, mindlessly wandering. In the peaks of sunlight, his pelt appeared red like fire. He needed to meet the proxies, the pathologist, a bunch of other names that meant nothing to him. Why did he have to go to them? They should come to him! He's the Shaman! He should be healing the consistently long line of cats who needed medical treatment, but if there's one thing Funk hated, it was doing what he should.
"You smell like herbs, so you're either the new Shaman or you're very sick." Solaris' dry voice drifted from his spot between the trees. The former Nemesis had retained most of his muscular frame despite a few weeks spent on nest-rest. His features were still sharp and handsome, though his amber eyes had grown dull and clouded, and twin scars crossed over them. Remnants of the attack that had stolen his sight, his position, and his future. "Are you the Funk character I've been hearing so much about?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 1, 2019 13:56:41 GMT -5
"Yes, though I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting." Turning to stare at the cat, he studied him slowly. Blind from the looks of his eyes and the scars around them, but still muscular for the most part. Interesting. He rolled his shoulders back, fascinated that cats were talking about him. He wondered what about, but he could always ask later, "I'm Funk AND the Shaman. Yeah, I know. Weird how an outsider can just walk in with the same lineage you guys drool over, but eh. Stranger has happened."
"Yes, it has," Solaris responded flatly, whiskers twitching in some morbid amusement. "My name is Solaris, if you've heard the gossip about me. I'm the Pathologist, so there's a likelihood we'll be working together in the future." He had recently discovered an herb mixture that made their captured cats far more compliant. It was far less ideal than leading the League, but at least he still felt like he was earning his keep, instead of being a resource drain.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 12, 2019 15:40:32 GMT -5
Funk wasn't gonna go into this whole Pampa charade. All he knew was that they were someone important at some point in time, and he killed the most direct descendant of them, so now he was here, pretending to be that cat. But now that he thought of it, didn't his aunt mention a cat named Pampa? He shrugged, he'd ask later.
"I know a bit." A bit, was really, Mother said they would probably be working together and sent him off. So, in reality, it was nothing. Gossip was something he cared about kinda, but only if it involved him. And this didn't, so he didn't. If this Solaris wanted to go into it, he could, but Funk wasn't gonna ask, "What is it. Like a Shaman lite? You work with herbs, I can smell that. But I believe you have another purpose."
