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He did not want to do this. Enigma was pacing in front of the church where he'd said they'd meet. These secrets had been his for so long he felt his chest tightening at the thought of sharing them, but if they were going to make this merging of groups work he needed to meet these cats half way. So here he stood, waiting for Funk and Corax. He'd promised to show them the medical workings of the territory. The barren city didn't have much way of herbs.. unless you knew where to look.
He glanced around for the cats before looking up at the rising sun. He was early as usual and so he waited, a sense of dread beginning to settle into his soul.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 9, 2019 16:01:18 GMT -5
"Think of it this way, old dog." Funk E'tan was surprised he was the first to meet Enigma here, sleep still very much full in his verdant eyes. Leaning down, he gave a long stretch, hoping it would dilute the tiredness that wanted to catch him. It didn't, it only made it worse. "These secrets or whatever are finally gonna not die with you. Knowledge should be shared----huAHHH after all." Interrupted by a yawn, his breath was hot in the cool autumn air. Brown paws were lifted slightly up as he tried to warm them despite the cold asphalt under them.
"Letting something die with you is a very grave sin in my world." It was hard to tell if he was being serious or not, though the edge under those words was undeniable.
"These secrets wouldn't die with me, but they'd likely have been lost to the league." He mewed, his voice lukewarm as he spoke. His eyes were scanning the skyline of the buildings, planing their route. They had about three stops to make so hopefully it wouldn't take too long. Barring any unplanned stops he'd hoped he could finish this up before the sun was too far past it's peak. "Is Corax coming or will you be relaying this information to them." He knew there weren't too many injured left to tend too, but the lack of a mage might lead to the cat being tied up for the afternoon. He'd bring more herbs back to help restock the mausoleum, couldn't hurt with leafbare approaching.
Honestly he wasn't sure why he still cared so much. He didn't hold a position in this group any longer, in fact he had no clue where he fit into the league. When he'd returned he'd quickly stepped into the role of healer when it was obvious there wasn't one. Maybe once he'd passed this torch he'd leave again. Who knew..
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 13, 2019 1:36:43 GMT -5
"I told her about it. She said she'd show if it didn't get too hectic." It was true, some needed attention from the journey. Not that it was overly far, but that it wore on them more than they expected. Or they wanted some cheap drugs. Funk knew that fight all too well. Even if Corax didn't show, the Nemesis didn't mind. Now that he was away from the manor, his pet project greenhouse was behind him. He needed something else to do besides, like actually lead and hit on other leaders. Maintaining things here would give him more to do, maybe he could finally get back to drugging others. His clients hated how much he moved, especially now that he was in the city.
"We'll give her a few." The Nemesis had few issues with someone who shared his passion for herbs. And he couldn't really give him grief for not having a district or anything. If he wasn't stuck as Nemesis, he'd probably pass that torch too. Though depending on how things went, Corax could use all the help she could get. There was little point in pushing him out yet, but if he left, it was no skin off his teeth. "Most of this is your work, correct?"
"Yes, I was the High Sage when Absum Lux moved to the city so most of the medical practices were developed by me and my sages at the time." He really couldn't be sure what had been kept up over time though, Host had done well and had taken much of his advice but he'd had no hand in the sages after that. "I remember how hard the change was, moving to what is essentially a waste land. It's only right I help give ya'll a paw up." He glanced around once more, "Why don't we get moving, if Corax wants to catch up she can." He was anxious to get this over with, he felt the stares of his former groupmates as he spoke with Funk, they were already labeling him a traitor, even if what he was doing was for them.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 24, 2019 14:05:02 GMT -5
Funk E'tan was almost jealous. He wished he got to figure out how to turn this wasteland into a paradise, not having to have the knowledge handed down to him. But he got a snippet of that with the old greenhouse, so he'd live with this for now. Ears flicking, he stood up, overly used to any eyes that followed him. It was really a part of being a League cat. Internal Affairs needed to scrutinize everything, so privacy was nonexistent in these borders. It was suffocating yet strangely comforting, just so he had someone to go and ask 'did i hallucinate that?' Taking a step back, he turned to Enigma, noting the anxiety that traced his face, "Thank you then. That sounds good to me. Please lead the way."
He strode off, not worried the cat would be able to keep up. First to the sky garden, knowing the tom would appreciate the place more than most he'd shown it to. He knew he shouldn't feel that flicker of pride that sparked in him at the thought of that appreciation be he couldn't help it. Funny enough, he and Funk might get along under different circumstances.. might still get along yet depending on how the next few moons progressed. "You can find some herbs in what passes for the forest in this territory. But whatever drove the twolegs out of here seems to have lingered and poisoned the land as well, so they don't grow nearly as well as they should." He began speaking, remembering the times he'd shown his sages around the territory this same way. Things had changed.. he'd changed.. since then. "So when I discovered the sky garden you can imagine I was over the moon. It's very similar to the one you had in the manor." He spoke matter of factually as they approached a tall building and Enigma sprang up onto the fire escape that would lead them to the roof.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 3, 2019 16:49:30 GMT -5
The Nemesis followed along, childlike excitement pricking at the ends of his fur. There was always some wonder that came with discovering something new, even if he was being guided around by another cat. Funk stared through an alley that led to a barren field. Tall grass-like weeds stuck out of the ground, but even they were starting to seem sad. "Hmmm, I wish I remembered why this place was abandoned. Pretty sad, though I can't help but wonder if it would affect anything grown in that soil." His ears flicked as he considered the possibilities. Sure, twolegs tended to destroy the soil which was why he appreciated the greenhouses and some of the clans. But if they could use it to their advantage, it'd definitely be worth it. Withered plants were never exciting to eat, but if he could grind them down to a paste and mix them in something else, then the world would truly be his oyster. His heart thumped in excitement as he followed Enigma up the fire escape. The higher they went, the more he could see. The territory was massive, probably similar in size to the entirety of the forest clans combined. And they technically still had the manor, all the more to upkeep. But there were endless possibilities, and the League was terribly creative. "I bet." Funk said absent-mindedly.
He leaped up on to the roof without any further conversation. "I'm assuming this will be to your liking." A small frown crossed his features at the thought of turning it over once again. He'd nursed this greenhouse off and on for so long, each time finding it in disrepair and nursing it back to health. "It's all the leagues now." He spoke both to himself and Funk in that phrase.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 24, 2019 21:40:48 GMT -5
A bloat of affirmation filled his stomach at those last words as Funk followed him up to the roof. It was nice, a lot less broken glass here compared to the manor's. He waltzed around the perimeter, observing it with a casual eye. It was well kept, a little too known for some things he wanted to do. But for now, it looked good. "Very impressive." He thought aloud as he looked into the door, some of the meticulous rows of herbs being warped to his eye. "Well organized and all."
