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In the strictest sense, Zakiyyah wasn't technically barred from the Regime, far as she could remember. Well, there was rumors she'd betrayed the group, but no particular evidence. Along those same lines, she had no real reason to return, even for a visit, and especially without Kotori.
But she did. Maybe the Enforcer was bored and wanted to cause trouble. Perhaps she wasn't as over the place as she thought. Or maybe she had some other, ulterior motive, in mind.
Regardless of the reason, she walked the familiar tunnels, slipping unseen through lesser used passageways as though she'd never been, all the same twists and turns returning to her vision, her mind's eye map as pristine as ever. There was only occasional questions in her mind when she found some ways blocked and new ways open, but even these were simple enough. After all, she'd been trained as a spy, and had explored from tyke on without help. If there was anyone who could guess where these winding underground roads went, it was she. Truly, the crimson devil wondered how long it would be before someone noticed her. Though she knew how to slip away and hide, she hadn't bothered to cover her scent.
He was new here and instead of meeting other members and making a plan with his brother, Zodiac, Brigade spent his time exploring. He had sat through enough of his brother's droning so he moved off when he scented a she-cat moving through the tunnels. Everyone else seemed so focused on this 'lack of food' thing...why wasn't she? Things like this interested Brigade, when cats didn't conform. He winded through the tunnels, his nostrils flaring. This was all so unfamiliar to him. He rounded a corner and saw the tip of a tail swaying around another bend, "Gotcha," His low voice whispered to himself as he hurried down the path. He was excellent at tracking, even better than his brother, but he never applied his skill when it counted.
The tunnels she walked were silent, and so was she, though without the effort of needing to try too hard. Zakiyyah was exceptionally tall, much more than the average Regime cat. Actually, she rivaled Sean, and in any tunnel that hadn't been artificially widened and made taller to accommodate cats of heights such as theirs, her ears brushed the top of the tunnels. Luckily, these tended to be older tunnels, nowadays, so she didn't need to worry much about it.
Her fur shimmered as she walked, the otherwise ebony feline boasting auburn-red fur like a dress around her back, stomach, around her shoulders, and down her chest in a deep V, with white gloved paws that truly made her temptress in formal wear, so it appeared, the same rich shade twisting between her ears and freckled across her cheeks like a bloody crown and it's splatter across her dark face. She could pick out the voice even in the silence, though it was the barest whisper of breath she caught more in her mind at first than a conscious realization. Not that it took more than a moment for the doll eyed huntress of the League to realize she was being followed. Ah, well, it was about time. How long he'd been tracking her, she couldn't be certain, though she doubted it was for too long. Still, the idea that she'd almost missed her stalker amused her. Perhaps she was losing her touch after all.
His body slinked across the floor, he was enjoying this too much. It was a game. With quick steps, he made it to her, poking his head around the corner slowly. She came into view and his eyes widened. Well, he wasn't disappointed. Her red highlights caused a smirk to slide across his lips. They were subtle, like maybe you wouldn't get the whole story of this feline unless you were in a certain circumstance. It was fitting, perhaps. There was only one way to find out, "Well hello, Darlin'," He cooed, straightening his posture as he closed the distance between them. That little pet name was used for almost every she-cat. It was more a term of endearment than outright flirting but he would eventually get to that if she didn't claw his nose. His own coat seemed much darker in the tunnels. His grey tabby body was hard to distinguish in this light but his ever prominent icy blue eyes were as bright as ever. He also wore stark white gloves on all four paws, though his back left seemed to be losing its glove.
When he called out, the she-cat spun to face him with the grace and fluidity of a serpent, china doll blue eyes meeting his. They were deceptively innocent, and yet, they seemed to bore into the soul, tracing out each and every inner thought at a mere glance. Her gaze sparkled, and the corners of her mouth tilted up as she returned a purr, the sound more dangerous than affectionate. "Oh? And what do we have here? A new soldier to the tunnels. My, they really do take anyone nowadays, don't they." Her melodic voice drifted to him with light, soft laughter, head tilting as she watched him with a laser sort of focus.
Brigade narrowed his own blue eyes at her, not in challenge but in curiosity, as she spoke. There was a strange feeling he got from the way she held herself; was she hiding something? The Regime seemed like a fairly strict group, she wouldn't of been able to just sneak around if she had done something...questionable. He stepped even closer, holding her gaze for a moment before responding. A small exhale of breath huffed through his nose as the sign of a small chuckle at her words, "Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose," He humored her with an arch of his brow, though he knew his worth at this time. The group was starving, and he was a skilled hunter when he wanted to be. "So tell me, why are you sneaking around way back here when the entire Regime is in Head Quarters? Why aren't you as worried and frantic as everyone else?" He questioned, sitting down and curling a tail around his feet.
He wanted to know more about her, for some strange reason. It could have been the fact that she was a pretty little she-cat or it could be his twisted sense of unquenchable nosiness. Either way, he was interested.
He didn't know she wasn't part of the Regime. That wasn't necessarily surprising, if he was as new as she suspected, but she did find it incredibly amusing nonetheless. If he didn't know any better, then this was easy. Zakiyyah shook her head, daringly rolling her eyes at the notion that she should be freaking out. "I'm a Spy, not a professional whiner. I'm sure my mother has been frantic enough all on her own. If everyone is freaking out at HQ, then why aren't you? Clearly, our 'beloved' Mercenary Superior is more desperate than even I thought if she's letting in some random tom who spends his time stalking around other members instead of doing his job and obeying orders." The words rolled off her tongue with ease, the lie intermingled with truth in a way that made them inseparable. She didn't explain the position of Spy, or who her mother was, as if simply expecting him to know what the position entailed, and who her mother was, which she would, if she were a Regime cat, though the connection of her mother being Mercenary Superior was certainly implied. Most of the words were truth, at least, or educated guesses she could all but guarantee were truth. Truly, the only lie was that she was a current Regime Spy.
He didn't know much about the Regime at all, to be completely honest. He had been here three days and didn't know any cat from another quite yet. How was he to know? He hadn't even ingrained the scent of the Regime in his brain yet but she seemed to fit the bill of a member here. Her answer surprised him. A spy? Really? He couldn't help the rather incredulous expression that swept across his face. What kind of group was this again? He couldn't believe Zodiac had talked him into this. "Oh, sweetheart, I'd love to do my job but every one is too busy talking about what we should be doing rather than actually doing it," He retorted, his tail lashing just slightly in frustration. His icy blues bore into hers now, "Like I said, desperation can be a scary thing." His voice was low and monotonous. He was getting slightly perturbed at this she-cat's assumption of his abilities. What did it matter though? They didn't know each other. He could make assumptions of his own.
Brigade had actually strayed off a bit to find a way to hunt, perhaps above ground? He didn't know his way around so when he caught the scent of Zakiyyah, he got distracted. He originally thought maybe they could hunt together, but, seeing how things are turning out...maybe not.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 21, 2020 22:13:44 GMT -5
"Unsurprising. Chatter over action is the norm, isn't it?" Zakiyyah couldn't help the mocking sort of laughter at that, perhaps the first real indication things perhaps weren't what they seemed. Or maybe she just was just really cynical about her group, who knew. She did also find his growing frustration a point of amusement, her gaze flickering over with mirth at the tone that was slowly growing to match the color of his gaze. "Just like now. Clearly, you enjoy prattling along too. My mother really has done a terrible job of breaking you." Strangely, that part seemed almost along the lines of a compliment. But, ah, Brigade was probably just imagining things, right?
