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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 22, 2019 20:39:03 GMT -5
Funk E'tan was nothing if not trouble with a gambling streak, especially for his well established neighbors. With Absum Lux washed out, he admittedly hoped the Regime had suffered a similar fate. But it seemed lady luck had rejected him that night, and he had to settle for the satisfaction of watching them clean up the topside of their territory. It was an overcast day, perhaps signaling even more rain was to come. Fairly odd for the coming fall, chilly breaths of wind hitting him in the face. Green eyes scanned the bare and drying ground, only a small group of Regimers were out. It was always a gamble with them, anytime he crossed their borders he could have easily ended up their prison. Where he couldn't even watch a group of scouts struggle with a branch and would sooner bleed out these extra lives than stay longer than a day.
The young group let out huffs and started complaining about their lots in life before retreating to the darkness from whence they came. Their handiwork was sloppy at best, and still a nuisance, not that Funk found himself caring. After a few moments, he stepped forward from his branch to the very end, the dying tree letting out groans of protest. It must have drowned from all the water, most of it's leaves gone despite fall barely starting. Funk hardly cared, instead lifting himself up on shaky back legs before slamming back down. A crack sounded harshly behind him, but neither of them fell. Rolling his eyes, he took a couple paces back to a thicker part of the branch and jumped on it again. Immediately, it gave way underneath him and the pair fell. Heart leaping to his throat, he twisted in the air, landing on his paws. Shock rattled him, but the bigger was the lack of a harsher sound behind him. Spinning around, the branch was still above the ground, hanging straight down by the bark.
"Damn it." He met the sky's steely stare, and made a small click noise with his mouth. Gee, he sure made her mad. What did he do? Pulling himself out of the small pit holes he made himself, he began making his way back towards the branch to finish what he started when--
He had never really understood the point of staking out territory to claim as your own. There was plenty of land around here, enough to share, and the rest of the world was full of lush lands to hunt; he'd never had a family to care for, no reason to stay in one place for a long time, or even stay within the borders his own group had marked out. He had been prone to wandering when he was in the League and the Regime, but being in charge did cause complications: if he trespassed before, it was the foolish act of a bored hunter, but now it was seen as a threat. Well, Raijin couldn't blame them; if he saw someone so handsome and muscular coming his way, he could understand there was an appropriate fear response if you weren't equipped to handle that situation.
Of course, Raijin was made for handling the handsome stray wanderers that occasionally crossed them, like the one before him. His whiskers twitched when he first caught the scent, crouching low in the brush, and he debated; it was a League intruder, not one had ever known, though he had certainly heard of the new Nemesis. He hadn't been noticed yet, the bengal tom seemed concerned with the tree branch he perched on, so the blue tom edged his way carefully around the clearing. It would be a disgrace to be caught skulking about his own territory, but it would pay off, and as the branch dropped its load he took the opportunity to slid between the last clump of bushes. He straightened his sleek fur back to his sides, waited for Funk to turn, then strolled out after him.
"As much as I appreciate the help, you can leave that branch where it is. I've cleaned enough up today." He glanced skyward to where the scrap of bark held the tree together and pursed his lips, briefly annoyed that it would likely come down anyway. His pads were already becoming worn and scratched from dealing with the rest of the debris, he didn't need any more to clean up. "If you keep this up, we might have to start dragging it to your land and piling it up," he suggested, not really a threat, but with his signature impish grin.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 24, 2019 0:48:08 GMT -5
The bengal tom didn't stop, mostly cause he didn't want to sink into this bit of clay swamp they called home and ruin his immaculate fur. But also, there was a hot boy with a smile like his' and Funk found that irresistible. Though, as of late, he's been drinking in any attention anyone has given him. Not his best look, but a guy had needs. Needs that maybe a handsome black muscular tom could work out for him. He didn't know, but he always liked to try and roll the dice to find out. "Aww, but then I wouldn't get to see you again. Though I guess I admire your dedication to cleaning this dump." He wiped most of the gunk off his paws on the nearby grass, toes flexing, trying to get the rest of it out, as he approached the other tom, returning that smile with one of his own.
"Those little pipsqueaks you call clanmates or whatever could learn a lesson from you though." The leaner tom circled Raijin, letting himself drink in the details of a Regime cat not immediately lecturing him, "They need a real work ethic penetrated into them. Just let them drag that thing back to Primal Instinct and I'll...reward you for all your hard work. Cause it doesn't look like anyone else is going to thank you, huh?" Funk had to stretch up to press his head in the crook of the stranger's neck, smile still on his lips as he watched the other, wondering just how he would react.
Raijin wove his tail around the other tom's, tickling the back of his leg with the tip and he lowered his head to nuzzle beneath Funk's chin. A low purr rumbled in his throat; then he lifted his head and knocked Funk's away, pushed against him and expertly swept his paws again. He let the tom fall and took a small step away from him and out of reach, a playful glint in his intense blue eyes. "Already worrying about our next meeting? We've barely gotten started this time," he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "You're right, though, this is such a thankless job. Maybe I'll bring you home and keep you locked up close where I can visit you. Think you'd be just as friendly after sitting in prison for a few days?" He tilted his head to the side, innocent with laughing eyes.
"If I were you, though, I'd speak a little quieter. If you met my Mercenary Superior she'd claw your eyes out for insulting her cats... if she didn't kill you altogether first. Trust me, she's a fiery one, even I don''t want to be on her bad side. She is so delightful to mess with, though."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 28, 2019 19:48:13 GMT -5
Was Funk E'tan's combat training actually useful? Largely no, he didn't mind these little physical aggressions. If he didn't have to work for it, he wouldn't accept it. At least he managed to use the brief momentum to roll back onto his paws, so surely someone was proud of him somewhere. Cocking his head at Raijin as if to ask 'what was that for?', he didn't move back. Tail sweeping at his paws, he flicked some speck of mud off of him as he thought about his first statement. Maybe this would be their only meeting, though highly unlikely as they'd learn. Funk found himself unfulfilled with a stranger in his den recently, something about a name, a past, made it a lot better. Besides, he couldn't let one seemingly cut from the same cloth as him like this grey tom only come around once. 'Less he was some boring basic pattern, there was only one way to find out.
"Depends, but I get the impression you like those, a bit more on the naughty side. But it's always force force force with you guys. Don't you get tired of dragging cats down there like a tarantula? The road of least resistance is a lot more fun in my opinion." And he would bore himself out if this tom dragged him back to the prisons, though there was something tempting about the offer. He wasn't that curious though, and switched to something more present on his mind. "You all got a thing for eyes. Is it because you get to use them so rarely or?"
Raijin shook his head tragically as he circled about to place himself before the tree, blocking Funk from returning to his task of creating an even bigger mess for him to clean up. "I'm afraid you've gravelly misjudged me, Funk E'tan. This is me defending my territory, precious and limited as it is. I can't let random toms strut in here with their sly grins and do whatever they want, hmm?" Sliding closer, he tilted his head to meet his gaze and hold it intently. He did have a thing for eyes - so few cats could control their expression there, and he knew his own were fiercely attractive. "Besides, I'm gentle at heart, really. But if you don't listen I will hurt you, make no mistake there."
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 30, 2019 18:41:57 GMT -5
"Defending your marsh land territory from the horrors of fallen trees and a singular beautiful tom. OooooOooooh, how scary. Can't even cause any mischief for my ex neighbors, I swear." He hadn't moved, and he would have abandoned the tree but suddenly being prevented to go over there made him want to do it more. The more he talked and the more he tried to make him weak in the knees, the more Funk absolutely did not want to listen to him. Maybe he misread it, but he couldn't find a name for the feeling he had that wasn't boredom. Regimers were always so strict, so threatening, it killed any enjoyment he had. He didn't even really care that this Regime tom knew his name, his status, whatever. More so, was he really like this? Was this how he made other cats feel? Maybe he needed to reevaluate himself.
"You're pushing too hard." The Nemesis rolled his eyes at that last statement, standing up and beginning to walk away from the Commander, "You guys sure know how to kill the mood. If you don't have the skills to get someone to follow you willingly, why should anyone listen to you? Let alone me."
"Hey, if you had cleaned up as many trees this last week as I have, you'd be protective of them too." While genuinely exasperated, he was amused too. It did sound fairly ridiculous when Funk put it that way, but he had to do something to prove he was trying to be a good Commander. Or at least a half-decent one, Raijin didn't strive for that much excellency in a group this tightly knit and controlled. Mars had played a risky game leaving the vagrant tom in charge, even if he had settled down into the Regime for a few moons, and even though it left him feeling rather foolish to admit it, Raijin wanted to prove he'd made the right decision.
At his last question, the blue tom chuckled. "Honestly, I didn't expect anyone around here to follow me, much less put me in charge. That was their mistake, not mine, and they'll have to live with it. But given that you're leaving... I must be doing a better job than I thought."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 11, 2019 21:09:23 GMT -5
His guard wasn't lowered, but maybe he did need to relax. He did just come here to cause hell for the Regime, so he supposed a negative reaction was expected. Though Funk had found himself with less and less to prove, probably why he kept leaving to go visit the neighbors and leave his proxies in charge. When he was first chosen to be Nemesis, it was really cause no one else was left. And he had to try and fit himself into this mold of what a Nemesis should be, least what he thought it should be. But also the shift in power made him forget all the stuff he hated about leaders in the first place, and all the talks and happenings in the last few months made the tom take a change in course. Now that he was in those shoes, he found them far too small. There was no fitting in them, he could only be okay with that. And for this moment, he was.
Funk E'tan shrugged some, knowing that was fair and stopping to look back at the Commander as he spoke. He had heard something of Mars leaving, though he was more wrapped up in League goings ons than anyone else's. The edge of his lip twitched up slightly, "I'd drink to that, Commander Raijin, if there was anything here suitable around here. Though don't flatter yourself dear, you're not the first nor will you be the last Regime cat to kick me out of their territory."
The Commander's expression slipped down into a frown, the corners of his mouth folding in. "Now why did you have to say that? If I let you go now, knowing you'll come back, I'll look like a fool. Now, normally that might not matter, but if I embarrass these cats too often my Superior will pull my claws out one by one." He sighed, shaking his head a few times. He knew quite well he still wasn't going put too much effort into chasing Funk E'tan away, it wasn't worth starting a fight over a border he was the only one bothering to defend. Raijin had been trained in the League for some time, he knew even the weaker looking ones like Funk would have some tricks up their sleeve, and he didn't care to get hurt over all of this.
"Let's make a deal, then. You like that, don't you? You keep your paws off my land and out of my tunnels, and I'll let you finish dropping that branch on my land. Just the one."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 10, 2019 17:09:02 GMT -5
The Nemesis couldn't help but laugh at that, one that was purely gleeful yet baffled at the circumstances. They were far too similar. "Fair. Fair. I doubt I can keep getting away from my Proxy's before I gotta start pulling out my own claws too. And that would be just the start of it." There was no doubt that Senescence would make him do it, but even the terrifying image in his mind made him laugh more. Ahhh, he needed that. A little stress relief, that was what he came here for. And to cause the mischief, but Funk came up with a better idea than Raijin's.
As he finally calmed down, he took a step towards the Commander, then another. "Not your worse idea. But let's have a little more fun with it, no? I'll stay out of your territory completely if..." The bengal paused, looking around like he was actually trying to think of something. Light green eyes lit up as they turned back to Raijin, "if you meet with me again. Say, in a week? Outside either of our borders? The land is okay, but you're what I'm most interested in here."
Raijin's intense blues lingered on him after he spoke, thoughtful, and he circled closer into the gap the Nemesis had left between them. His head tilted as he looked into his eyes, searching for a punchline, but when none came he allowed a sly grin. "What did I tell you about worrying over the future? We're done done here yet," he reminded him sternly. He turned away and laughed himself, rich and amused as ever. "Well, I'll take your deal. I'll see you come to regret it later."
He really should be more careful about meeting the enemy alone and outside of his territory, but he had always been a bit rash. Life was more interesting when you were willing to take risks. He could defend himself just fine. Besides, he was just as curious. He didn't need any promises to convince him. "Keep your friends away while we meet, hmm? I don't want to walk into an ambush, I'd rather you take me on alone."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2019 17:58:01 GMT -5
Funk held himself, still and confident as ever as the Commander closed the distance. There was certainly reason to worry about the future, this meeting was nearly over without this little olive branch Funk extended. If they had their way, this would be the last. But Funk was far too curious to let him get away so easily. So he held his tongue briefly, brushing it against one of his fangs.
There was no point in being careful, not when curiosity would constantly drive him. "Fine, I expect the same from you." was all he needed to say. He could try and keep them away, but some of them never cared what he said. Besides, he may need the help. Funk knew he was no match for Raijin, he didn't mind. Why did he have to be so much bigger than him? How the hell did he get through those tunnels? "Anywhere in particular tickle your fancy?"
Raijin chuckled. Unless Funk had suddenly changed the League from what he'd known, he expected a few plucky young hunters would creep after their Nemesis to see the secret meeting, but he would keep his side of the deal anyway. Say what you like about the Regime, their cats did take orders. They knew their place and nobody argued with him except his Superiors, and so far they'd only contradicted him in private.
"The gathering place," he suggested. It was a good halfway place between the groups, and he was amused to think of two non-clan leader using it was their private meeting place. "No warrior goes there when it isn't a full moon."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 27, 2019 22:11:26 GMT -5
Sure, Funk could try and stop the few curious League and Internal Affairs members from coming along, but the more he told them not to, the more they did it. An annoying predicament for the Nemesis, really. But, for the most part, no one really bothered to jump into any fray he found himself in. Even if he was attacked, there was a good 50/50 chance someone would show. Really depended on who. Everything was a coin flip nowadays, not that he minded.
"The classic. All right." Funk purred. You can't go wrong with the gathering place, and if one group leader was found dead on the stones, it'd be clear the other did it. "Though I suppose you want to focus on the now, right?"
Raijin shrugged. Maybe it was a classic, but for good reason, and it would be a neutral place away from both of their groups. Easy access for them, a long journey for any followers, and conveniently located by the clans that could show up if anything went awry. The clans certainly could be useful.... on occasion, and with some effort put into recruiting them. Raijin had no great love of the clan cats but their code did come in use. No warrior would stand by and watch an innocent cat get attacked by the very recognizable bengal pelt of the League's Nemesis.
"Look at that, you are learning. Good boy," he lauded, strolling close and dipping his head to briefly touch noses. "I bet you can guess what I want you to do right now, too. Or maybe it's a question of where."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2019 17:44:38 GMT -5
It was classic for a good reason. Though the idea of having a clan cat show up hadn't crossed his mind. When it inevitably did, it would make a shudder run up his spine. Their code was more of a burden than anything, always made it hard to get anywhere and talk to them. That code was bashed into their brains so much it was all some of them could think about. The code taught them to be afraid and protective and isolated and all those traits Funk hated. They were truly no fun. Maybe they'd break up a fight if the recognizable dark pelt of the Regime commander was attacking an innocent cat.
Funk's lip twitched at that first bit. Good boy. He hated that. He'd make Raijin eat those words. He held still, letting the weird feeling that radiated over him as their noses touched dissipated. "Well, I'm pretty impatient. So the closer the better. You gotta have somewhere 'round here where there aren't any prying eyes, don't 'cha commander?"
