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Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 23, 2019 23:00:23 GMT -5
time for part 4 of the PI / AL plot. a thank you to Faith coming up with this god like plot point. cause this was going to be far more serious exposition. and everyone knows I am not serious in any way so that wouldn't work.
this is going to start out as a scene between Funk and Octavia which ends in Octavia being taken to the Shaman's den in critical condition. but after that, the AL cats are gonna show discontent with their life as they haven't settled down with the PI cats around and want them gone. it's time for the whispers of rebellion to begin. feel free to make a couple AL throwaways to chime into the fray. even more so when Octavia comes out and while is unable to talk about what is clearly bothering her, the AL cats assume that Wanheda gave her the life, furthering emboldening their rebellion. It was a warm morning in the city, which made little sense with the coming of fall and soon, winter. The Nemesis was, shockingly, home for once. Even more surprising, he was by himself in the Nemesis' den, no other body to keep Funk warm at night. It didn't mean his meandering ways were over, just that today no one would really see him. Things were finally starting to calm down. The more days they stayed, the less grumbling he heard from the Absum Lux cats. To the point where they were practically silent, or they stopped grumbling around him. One of the other. Funk didn't care.
Crawling out of his den, he let out a yawn. He expected to stare down at a busy camp, with cats coming and going and chatting and eating and whatever else they did. But it was empty, not a soul in sight. Slumping down to his stomach, he blew hot air out of his nose. He slept in, far too much apparently. To where everyone was gone. Rising to his paws, he smoothed out the bed head of his fur. Not that he really needed it, he looked good either way.
She’d tried her best to withstand the hazing. Honestly, Octavia was doing quite a job at doing so. She didn’t complain, and somewhat began to notice that it happened less often. Perhaps the cats were growing used to her presence? At least until others would come to her about petty things, and she’d send them back off. Reminding them that she was no longer over the Absum Lux cats, and that they were now all Instinct.
Octavia had slipped from the den, spotting Funk. His fur seemed a bit unkempt, and she wondered just why? It was a bit less professional to be out and about looking as if he’d rolled right out of his nest without a care of his appearance. She scoffed.
What came the bravery? She didn’t know, but she strolled towards the tom with a raised brow. “You look like you just rolled out of your nest. Is that how you want these cats to see you?” Perhaps it was meant as a gentle tease, but just because she was trying to be funny, didn’t mean she was.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 25, 2019 17:16:26 GMT -5
Funk E'tan, of course, was shocked. Horrified. Mortified. And insulted. At the prospect of some she-cat who needed his help to save her clan to walk up to him and tell him he looks bad. The rudeness, the audacity. It made every vein in him boil in a way that they never had before. Maybe everything finally hit him all at once; the move, the deaths, the stress, the back talk, the disrespect. Like this was the pinnacle of everything that had happened. He sat up and stared at the previous leader, not even realizing how completely alone they were in the camp. Green eyes rang in confusion, even more so when every force of comedy came together to give him strength.
When asked who would win in a fight between Character X or Character Y, it depends on the universe they're in. But some exist outside of everything we know. In a world of comedy, the question of 'how strong is Funk' was answered by the simple formula of 'whatever strength he needs to be to be the funniest'. And while normally this universe and that never coincided, the stars shone down. The planets aligned. The true Nemesis said so. Or something. And all that combined to create the ultimate strength.
So when Funk casually whapped Octavia on the face, he didn't expect much. Just a warning tap, that was all. Not for the leader to suddenly be flung back against the wall of the den that was once hers, completely out cold with a little steam coming off her face. Staring at his paw and flexing his claws, his gaze flipped from Octavia to his paw then back to Octavia. Though as soon as he got that energy, it was gone. "Corax. Give me a paw up here." He yelled.
It had been a few days since the mysterious incident. No one, not even the Nemesis, could figure out exactly what happened. All they knew was that Octavia was out cold and did not appear to be waking up anytime soon. With no eyewitnesses and no one being allowed to view her, rumors spread among the Absum Lux cats as to exactly what happened to Octavia.
In a quiet meeting, one named Vanilla finally spoke up, "Maybe that Nemesis attacked her. We haven't been able to see her, so it's possible he tore her apart. Typical League stuff."
Enigma was pacing.. of course he was. How could they keep from at least seeing her? Corax had run him off so many times now it was probably becoming a problem but if she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the former Heda shouldn't they at least try together. His blue gaze slid across what was left of the coalition. They were battered, broken.. and angry. This was not good, he could see them whispering and the rumors spreading from one cat to another. Something bad was sure to happen if something didn't give, and soon.
Nero narrowed his eyes as Vanilla spoke, "That's probably true. We're all getting battered by these league cats but I think only he'd have the strength to hurt her to the point she must be now." Quiet and controlled rage shimmered through his body as he spoke. There was really only so far you could push a cat before they broke.
Ire and Rancor were cats from the old Absum Lux. The former was a charged turned Combatant, the latter a permanent Charged. Ire, of course, was discontent with what had happened, and even Rancor, who had finally been promoted to a role in the League, one he was painfully aware now that he was quite rubbish at, wanted to go back to the old ways. At least under a Heda he had food, shelter, and could do more or less what he wanted, with a few exceptions he seemed to conveniently forget.
"One of those Proxies could have done it too." Ire suggested, claws flexing as she spoke. "I've seen that tiny white one tear apart cats more than twice her size and eat them, and you can't get away for one moment from that scarred one's watchful eye it seems. Even if they didn't harm her directly, it's likely they're in on it and helped disable her."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 3, 2019 17:31:18 GMT -5
"Exactly! I don't know about those two new proxies. One's always trying to get us to get along and the other seems to spacey to really care, but they could have too. Really, anyone could have." Vanilla spoke up again, rising to her feet slightly before slumping back down on the ground. "Either way, there's no way we're just gonna sit here and let all this happen right?"
༼ಢ_ಢ༽ rest in peace reprise's tail ᕙ(░ಥ╭͜ʖ╮ಥ░)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Post by paige.rylee on Nov 4, 2019 3:23:21 GMT -5
Diddles was a former Absum Lux member. He had never been pleased with Primal Instinct and had been looking for an excuse to get into an argument since he had come to live in the world of The League. Now that Octavia hadn't been seen in quite some time, he had his suspicions of what had happened. Tsk, tsk. Oh, had the League messed up. A slight, crooked smile crossed his face, as he waltzed over to a gathering of fellow Absum Lux cats. Sauntering up next to them, he beamed at them all, his yellow rotten teeth showing. It wasn't a pretty sight, to say the least. And neither was Diddles. But in Diddle's defense, he had better things to do than look after his hygiene. Maybe he had taken this statement a little too seriously.
"Tsk, tsk. They've been some little bad kitties and," he purred, turning to Vanilla, "bad kitties need to know that they've been bad kitties." Diddles chuckled quietly at his own comment. At least, it sounded somewhat like a chuckle, perhaps slightly more like a wail. If you can picture a wail/cough/chuckle.
