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Her brother was probably not impressed with what she was about to do, but she had decided earlier that morning that she didn't really care what he was impressed with or what he wasn't impressed with. She loved him, and she missed him, and she could tell he was getting worn down by all the traffic. So, she'd come up with a plan. She was going to bet for custody of him. She and Funk had been waiting for a game to play, or at least she was waiting for a game to play with him, and it finally was coalescing. They'd play a game, and whoever won would get Mysterium's undivided attention. That felt more fair than just taking her brother, and she was sure she was going to win.
"Funk, darling, it has just been too long since the last time we saw each other! I know we aren't technically neighbors, which honestly is a big part of the problem, but I wish we could get together more often," she meowed with a grin as she sat across from him. She hadn't explored her ulterior motive, not yet, but Funk wasn't stupid. If she came all the way this way, he could guess that she wanted something, and the fiery look in her eyes made it clear that it was probably something chaotic.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 21, 2020 23:37:35 GMT -5
She was right, Funk was incredibly suspicious. Not that he showed it much, the way he gallantly showed her around the city and walked the streets like a king. Casually talking, a little flirting, the usual. When they finally ended in an abandoned building further up towards the Dayclan border. He didn't mention that the club, with its slow music accompanied by loud chatter, was a known gambling ring. After hearing how Alessandria came into power, it was only a matter of time until they had their own game. What was at stake? He wasn't sure, but he knew she had a plan. And it was very probable he wouldn't like it. "I agree Alessandra. The gatherings are far too scarce of a chance to see each other. And the city is far more alive with you in it. We mustn't keep it so brief." He said with a flourish, a dark glint in his eye that screamed confidence in whatever she threw at him.
Myst stood between the two cats. He'd tried to speak with his sister before she rushed over here but she wouldn't stop to even hear a word of what he said. He'd planned on telling her that he was going to move to the regime full time, citing his annoyance with trekking back and forth to fulfill his duties in both groups. Let's also face it, he'd only taken the pathologist position because he'd wanted to spite his father.. who'd crawled off to god knows where. But she hadn't wanted to hear it so here he was sitting like a kit in trouble between the two leaders. What did his sister have planned this time?
