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Her breath created a small cloud of vapor in the air. The night was a cool one, a sign that leaf fall was on the way. The nights grew longer and the days shorter, the air was changing, the leaves just beginning to show a new color within them. Her paws carried her from the thunder path streets of Absum Lux’s territory to the grasses of Primal Instinct. It was a dreaded trip, one she didn’t think would bode over well. Her paws almost shook at the thought of having to get involved once more with the politics of groups and ranks and.... Her thoughts cut her short, unwilling to continue thinking of something that set dread within her.
Yet, she couldn’t stop. Her mind raced at the speed of the monsters that roamed the streets. The speed of the rabbits that ran the fields. The speed that was too fast for her to really listen to what her head was trying to say to her. Her inner thoughts were jumbled and she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks as she let her mind get the best of her. Octavia stood there for several moments. Perhaps her biggest fear was that she’d run into Chet or Eggsy again. The two cats struck a deep enough fear in herself that she’d avoided contact with other felines for seasons. That was no matter here, she shook her head to clear her mind.
Octavia moved forward, her eyes holding the flame of determination within the deep pine colored hues. As she crossed the scent lines, she knew there was no going back. Octavia did not wait for a patrol to greet her, or for a cat to find her. The deeper she went into the night shrouded territory, she knew a cat would find her soon. Her shoulders tense, but her skull lifted so that it showed she was not intimidated by them. Octavia was preparing herself to meet with Vera, unaware that the leadership was now held by Funk E’tan. She’d be in for a rude awakening.
Perhaps even in for something she didn’t expect. There were only two cats that held a grip over her, and soon another would as well. Intimidation was hard to set on her, but Funk E’tan would likely do just that. He held the same type of personality that Eggsy and Chet did, and it wouldn’t take long to see that. At least, not for herself.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 17, 2019 15:54:00 GMT -5
The patrol that met Oktavia included Brilliance-kun, who's nose crinkled at the unfamiliar smell. The conversation barely above the Trainee's ears was curt and quick, and soon the young siamese was sent ahead to let the Nemesis know he had a visitor. Tilting her head, she eyed Oktavia suspiciously, but she sprinted off there after. weaving through the manor, a house she spent little time in but knew from front to back, she soon stood in front of the Nemesis' lair. Rapping her tail against the doorframe, she purred out, "You have an audience, Funk E'tan. They'll be here any second."
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The Nemesis stared at himself in the broken mirror, head hanging off the bed and trying to ignore the ghosts in the corner of his vision. Ears pricking at the swan's voice, he could suddenly feel how much his neck hurt from laying in this position. Looking out the door, she was already gone, probably off to tell the proxies the news. Rolling over, the pain gave way to his overwhelming curiosity. Grooming his pelt into some sort of shape, he pushed those other thoughts out of his mind. Seemed it always took someone else's touch to get him back to reality. But this was his first 'audience', someone who would see him as the figurehead of this ragtag group he got. He buried those thoughts, just to keep their eyes from staring at him, begging him to do something useful in his life.
Stepping out to the audience chamber, he took a deep breath, steadying any nerves he had left. That pond full of eyes stunk the room, but Funk didn't have the heart to throw out all of Elyon's good work. Maybe it just needed to be refreshed, maybe they needed to stop appearing like they were following him.
"Ah, my studio audience." Funk E'tan chirped as the patrol filed into the room. That familiar smell hit him, and his mouth twitched just a bit. "please laugh and cry according to the script you were all handed, thanks." Nodding to the patrol that could only return it, he stepped down off the edge. The last few days were miles behind him now, completely absorbed into his role and his co-actor who smelled of memories and rain. "I take it you're ready for our dress rehearsal, darling. The name is Funk E'tan, and no one comes to dance with me unless they're ready to loose it all. So tell me what you're made of." Expression unreadable other than the light smile on his face, he spoke so coldly he was sure he saw someone shiver out of the corner of his eye.
She had to admit, it felt a bit unnerving to be surrounded by a patrol in a territory that was foreign to her. Her paws prickled with unease, but Octavia kept her stature straight and didn’t argue the cats whom led her to the Nemesis. She was quiet as she waited, the silver tabby not wishing to anger these cats. Afterall, she was here to ask quite a favor of them.
As the tom emerged from what she assumed to be his den, her lips pressed into a thin line. This cat was not Vera. It was not whom she expected to be greeted by, and she already felt as if her entire planned speech was nothing short of a waste now. Her mind reeled as she tried to catch hold of herself, staring at the tom and listening to his words.
“Funk E’tan.” She greeted formally, dipping her head slightly in a small nod. “I’ve come to ask for a great favor.” Her throat felt as if she had been eating pine needles, and her tail tip twitched nervously behind her form. She was aware of the other cats near her, though attempted to keep her focus solely upon the nemesis. “Absum Lux has fallen hard. Many of the cats refuse to let go of the beliefs... A member has come to me seeking help to disband the ranks and find these cats a new purpose.. a new home. I’ve come to ask that you take in these cats and shelter them as your own...” Her voice trailed off, her pine hued eyes watching him carefully and awaiting a response.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 19, 2019 22:22:42 GMT -5
... ... ... "Heke."
The world folded in on itself, and he could only tilt his head at her as she trailed off. To say he was dumbfounded was an understatement, and he waited for her to add something. Like a 'sike' or an 'actually', but she didn't. Instead those dark green eyes waited for a response, which made that grin on his face bigger. Larger and larger as his body heaved a little. More and more as laughs bubbled out of him. What started as raspy suddenly became deep and wild and maniacal. Doubling over, he fell at Oktavia's feet, claws digging into the carpet and one paw on the top of his head. After what felt like several minutes, he pulled himself up, seemingly by the paw on his head before letting it go. Letting a few breathy laughs, he stood up and walked back towards his pond as he finally calmed down.
"Oh, whatever you morons believe in...whoo, I needed that. Ugh, I feel alive again, like a new Nemesis. An actual spring in my step." Spinning around, he approached Oktavia again, "Hahaha. Ohhh, how the mighty have fallen. So, what's in it for me?" Standing to her side, he placed a paw on her shoulder, his voice lowering, "And who are you to try and be their salvation?"
His laughter echoed her ears. She suddenly felt small, her ears flicking nervously as the tom continued to laugh, as if she had actually said something funny. Fury burned in her chest but she forced it down, trying to calm the fire within her with mere thoughts. It was hard, but as she watched him have his fun, she knew he didn’t understand. No cat would unless they were of the coalition.
Once he had stopped laughing and became serious once more, Octavia straightened herself a little. Her facial expression had stayed blank and unwavering, even at his hysterical fit he’d had. The grey tabby feline let her eyes follow him as he moved to stand beside her. What’s in it for him? As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt as if Lightning soared through her body. It sent fire in her veins, her skin felt like needles. It was the first time any cat had touched her in seasons. Several several seasons. She fought the urge to jerk away, her breathing had skipped for a moment, and she reminded herself why she was here.
Then, his question rung in her ears. It was much more prominent than when he’d laughed at her. His words echoed and repeated as she tried to make her mind calm and get out of the torturous loop. “Their first heda.” Octavia could hear the crack in her voice. She’d not spoke as strongly as she had intended, no, because she was intimidated. Funk E’tan reminded her of Chet. He reminded her of Chet so much that her chest was hurting, feeling as if a heavy pressure were upon it. It made it hard to breathe.
Finally she went to his first question, her ears had laid flat by this point, feeling small as a mouse. “The.. the land will be vacant.” Why had she offered that? It was not something she wanted to offer, but in reality it was the only thing she had to offer. Cats like him didn’t do things for free, afterall.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 21, 2019 16:10:28 GMT -5
"Heda Octavia....How funny." Funk E'tan gave her shoulder a light push, completely ignoring any and all discomfort she displayed. Finally settling a few paces away from her, he spoke again, "for the first Heda to come and ask one of the cats they chased out of the city for help to save those very cats. Lotta nerve there." His memory was foggy, and he didn't expect Octavia to remember him or his siblings, but that smell took him back. To sleeping in cardboard boxes and running for his life. His eyes held little contempt, only amusement, "You mentioned one of them came to get you to do this, but what about the masses? Are they okay having everything stripped of them to live? You got them whipped that much?"
The mention of more territory had jangled in his head. Sure, more territory was nice, it'd give the League a chance to eat more than the rats that made their homes here and the occasional thing brought here by the smell of the greenhouse. Life was hard despite it's cushy exterior. He was sure they were used to their comfy lairs and the like here, but a part of him couldn't stand this place anymore. One still stuck on ghosts and memories, memories that haven't had time to fade yet. If they were going to get the territory, they'd all have to move.
"Any thoughts from my dear peanut gallery?" They knew their own districts better than he anyway. And he never cared for running a monarchy anyway, may as well give them some purpose for being in the meeting. Even if Foreign Affairs would go unspoken for, he didn't really care.
Well, what was there really to fill his time up other than being at a useless mortal affair? Throughout the whole day, his mind had been a myriad of blurred edges and mixed realities, dancing within each other in a cruel little ballet show, stretching far and wide, high and low. The day was one big blurred though, a jumbled mess consisting of blank puzzle pieces that didn’t fit together. There was a new mortal, his mind supplied, a mortal that the E’tan was at least somewhat interested in. He heard nothing of their conversation, and currently had no clue what was really going on between them. All he knew was that it was a meaningless mortal meeting that the more important character, the E’tan, needed him to be at. Oh, of course he did! He was the great Exsperavit, after all, who wouldn’t want his advice?
”Peanut Gallery?” He laughed, a barking, dog-like sound that continued for far too long. “Peanut gallery! Peanut gallery! Ha! Ha!” Something about it was extremely, unnecessarily hilarious to him. “Well, I think this little molly seems quite . . . nice.” He cackled again. “But what does she want, exactly?”
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 25, 2019 10:59:24 GMT -5
"I think that should be rather obvious, shouldn't it?" Senescence's voice was a drawl, as she answered her fellow Proxy, not bothering to even raise her head from her paws as she peered at Octavia. Senescence had been of the league when Toxicity had become Absum Lux, when Octavia had been leader and when she'd been long gone. So, unlike most in the room, she recognized the cat in front of her, even if first Heda would likely not recognized the heavily scarred daughter of DayClan's current leader. Well, perhaps she'd heard some rumors about the cat who came on the train and usually nearly got herself and her companions killed on a regular basis by taking on creatures far larger than herself. But as far as the rust and shadow feline could recall, she'd never personally met the Heda.
"She wants to have the desperate members of the group she once founded join the League. In exchange, she offers her land to us. Though, it's not much of an offer when we could simply take it. The Regime has the ruins of the Survival Clans to claim for it's own now since they moved to the area seasons ago. And with our only remaining rival group now reduced to a bunch of stubborn rogues too stuck in their ways to realize there is nothing left for them, we have an unprecedented monopoly on the land. We could simply kill the rest, including all the rogues in our way, and add the land to our own, or move in without much resistance." It was with an almost disturbing casualness that the Internal Affairs Proxy suggested the eradication of the remnants of the Coalition, all the while absently batting at the bloodstained pendant of her necklace, mismatched, half-blind gaze locked onto Octavia. "Isn't that right, Heda?"
"However, there is something to be said for having their members on our side. Both in strengthening our own number and unprecedented ease in conquering the land with their aid. But ultimately does it much matter? The League has moved itself around for seasons. The Isle, the Estate, even that short while we lived beside Mooncreek. It is nothing new for us to pack up and go wherever we want on mere whims." Senescence shrugged her shoulders, gaze drifting to Funk E'tan. It wasn't like it was impossible. Nor even really a difficult thing to do. They would pack up, find new buildings on the territory to claim for their districts, and mold them into new homes. That was simply the way things were in the League. "If you want the land, we will take it, whether or not we accept who occupy the land as our own. I don't care either way."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 25, 2019 22:30:38 GMT -5
Funk tried to give Exsperavit a look that said 'be serious here' but a smile betrayed how flippantly he considered this meeting. Senescence always at least gave good points, though she tended to drag on a little too much for his' tastes but that was fine. The last thing Funk needed were his actually competent proxies to be slighted by any decisions he made. Admittedly, he was glad she was on his' side and not hers', cause even he was just a little intimidated. Maybe he should invest in a scary looking pendent? He could get Elyon to do that, perhaps? But more importantly, they were on an island? And by the Mooncreek? Maybe he ran into the League more than he remembered. Ah well, it didn't matter.
"She has a point, Octavia." The bengal's words were quick, just in case the Punishment proxy had anything she wanted to add, "There's little reason not to take the City, but I take it that's your only bargaining chip."
As the cats seemed to talk more amongst themselves than with her, Octavia was patient and listened. Though she had to admit, the one cat made extremely great points, at least to their own cause. Not Octavia’s. She pressed her teeth together to keep herself grounded, her lips parting a little as she tried to relax her jaw. When she spoke next, she felt her tail twitch.
“The cats from Absum Lux know the city better than any ever would. They know the ins and outs, the hunting places, the places the twolegs frequent, the places for herbs. It would take moons, perhaps seasons, to work out what the coalition cats have.”
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 27, 2019 23:15:03 GMT -5
Senescence wasn't usually the talkative type, and she could see Funk did not appreciate the attempt at long winded conversation. Fine by her, as her next comment was rather simple. "We have three cats I can name that could guide us around Absum Lux. One of whom is already in the League. Or we could simply torture the information out of anyone we need. After all, we have the first Heda right here, I'm sure we could get someone to talk by abusing that." Of course, she didn't refute Octavia's point, necessarily. The simplest option was to absorb the group, boost their numbers and have them guide them around. Not that the League would appreciate having to be chided and treated as though they were blind, and the potential for revolution was high. Octavia was their first Heda, and they would listen to her, no matter what, if her assumptions were to be proven true.
Octavia’s ear twitched uncomfortably as the feline spoke of torture. It was aimed towards herself, and she couldn’t help but feel her chest squeeze uneasily. The last time she’d endured unbearable pain was seasons ago. When Eggsy had broken her front paw. Even the thought made a sharp pain shoot through her limb, and she lifted it ever so slightly, her toes flexing. Sometimes her paw did give her trouble here and there. Especially when she’d been walking on it too long. It wasn’t uncommon for her to sometimes walk with a limp.
The tabby cat was quiet now, feeling a bit lost of words. If this was her end, perhaps she deserved it. Perhaps Subject Zero had just walked her right into her death.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 28, 2019 18:45:41 GMT -5
It wasn't like there weren't League cats with connections to Absum Lux and vice versa but still. It felt strange to be so far behind on the times, feeling like despite sitting here, he was really taking a backseat to Senescence. Like he wasn't really needed. Anything could work; torture, figuring out on their own, the informants. He was sure Foreign Affairs knew a few things, but none of them offered him much information as of late. It tugged at the back of his mind as of late, plus those words.
We can help you with that.
Funk E'tan forced himself to let it go though, switching gears back to the task at hand. Looking over his paw, and eyes flicking between it, Octavia and Senescence, he perused his options. But really, there was only one. He had to play his cards right, especially after the mess the last few Nemesis' left him to clean up. They were strong, but tensions between everyone were tense, so there was little need to poke any bears he knew or didn't know were there. Plus, he had complete control of this situation. There was no rush. If it didn't work out, they could take out Absum Lux whenever they wanted.
"Fine. I'll grant your request." The fur still hadn't fully grown back, but he placed that down with a shrug, "We'll take the city and all your scraps still around. Bare in mind everything spoken here is still on the table, this is just a drop of salvation cause I'm ready to move."
She hadn’t known she had been holding her breath until the exhale of his words. Octavia gave a small dip of her head before waving her tail and taking a few steps backwards. “I’ll depart then, and go deliver the news.” Her eyes flickered to the other cats whom had gathered for the meeting, and then back to Funk.
