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Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 15, 2019 12:54:38 GMT -5
@encre The bengal Nemesis had finally settled down. The districts were each operating as normal, and most squabbles with the Coalition cats had died down. Well, as much as they could, but it appeared they were fine for the time being. For now, it was time to get back into what he missed for so long, finding pawns in his big ol' game. He'd been so busy, he almost forgot about how happy he got seeing others on his medicine. But the recent tryouts brought the desire back to him.
Of course, with his family around, he'd be remiss to not have a little friendly competition with one of them. It didn't take Funk long to find the tall silver bengal that was Jazz. He approached his brother casually, not particularly caring what he was interrupting if anything at all. "Hey Jazz. You busy? Wanna go push some pawns for old times sake?"
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POSTEDNov 4, 2019 23:56:29 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
“Hmm I suppose not.” Jazz turned his head to look at his dear brother. Funk had been in charge back when they were kittens and in a way, Jazz supposed, would always be in charge. It did not bother him to much, just a little, though it helped that he was allowed to run his games in the league. Jazz was never really power-hungry, rather he just got thrills from manipulating others. It was probably genetic as all his siblings seemed to mess with others, with the exception of Reprise. He still couldn’t figure that sister out.
“What do you have in mind?” Standing up he shook out his fur. Not that it needed anything, he always kept it in prime condition.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 5, 2019 23:50:07 GMT -5
Funk could have let out a purr, but he didn't despite how pleased he was. Jazz was always up for his games, long as it played to his interests. Which was incredibly convenient since they shared a lot of interests. Mostly manipulation and gambling, though this game had a focus on the former. It wasn't really a game, largely cause their last attempt to do real-time battleship did not end well. Too many cats drowned that day.
It was still somewhat of a rivalry between the brothers to see who had more pieces on the board, more cats under their paws. Funk's short fur almost matched Jazz's, auburn instead of silver but just as immaculate. "Simple enough. New home, new cats to get in on a little gambling. Maybe it's me, but competing has gotten a tad stale. I was thinking we could cooperate just this once."
