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Creek stood before Senescence with earnest gray eyes. The young tom was the very picture of his father: a little more angular and ashen, but any cat who know Funk E'tan would peg the young Shaman as kin right away. He still had a lot of growing to do, of course. His paws were too big, his body sickly thin, he'd recently gained a few inches but had yet to fill out. Even still, standing before the Proxy of Internal Affairs, he displayed unshakeable confidence. He was not afraid of her even though he knew well and true what she was capable of.
"Teach me to read," Despite his statement technically being an order, his tone was not very forceful. It was said much the same way a mentor would tell her apprentice to do a task although with a lot more room for negotiation, "Tell me what I need to do to earn your lessons. Anything. I will do anything." He wasn't begging. He knew what he was asking for and what he was offering. This was a deal with the devil. He was prepared to saw off his own tail if that's she wanted him to do.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 25, 2020 19:54:27 GMT -5
If the engagement went through, Sen supposed this tom would be her brother. More annoying siblings. The Proxy lounged on a couch in the stadium, looking more asleep than anything, though from the slight twitch of her ears, it was clear she'd heard Creek's request. "How much did you waste on having someone lie about me being able to read?" The heavily scarred feline mused, stretching as she rolled onto her back. "And if I did know what you're claiming, why would I bother teaching you? You've offered everything, but that is hardly anything at all."
"I've watched you. Your eyes linger on twoleg signs and newspapers far too long for a cat who is illiterate." Creek explained, sitting down next to her, his back a little stiff. He usually was a collected tom but Sen could unnerve even the toughest of hearts. She wasn't doing anything at all but he heard her message loud and clear. Cats never showed their underbellies unless they were around those they trusted. For the proxy, though, it was a threat: Go ahead and try, "I could offer you the world and you wouldn't take it. You're one of the - if not the - strongest cats in all the forests and in charge of the black market. You already have everything that you want. So... all I can offer you is myself, which probably isn't worth much now, but will be someday. Think of this as an... investment. I'll be Shaman one day, and, not too long ago, a Shaman became your Nemesis."
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 24, 2020 22:28:42 GMT -5
"You act as though I wasn't the one who helped Funk into power." Senescence commented, "Or that I actually listen to him." No one really commanded the Proxy. She kind of just... did. Especially with Funk, if she wanted to ignore an order, she did, and there wasn't a rat's chance in hell the Nemesis could actually force her into it. She expected he just complained.
"If you can survive the day, I'll consider it. Oh, and if I find out you've used any supernatural means to survive, they won't save you a second time." Sen was blunt about that part. There was no real challenge if he could just bribe some demon or other dark entity into guaranteeing he lived. And somehow, she would find out. Creek didn't have to doubt that.
Creek had expected a far worse bargain, but he had to remind himself that was was making a deal with the devil, even now she left it open ended enough to back out even if he passed her test. She had nothing to gain from teaching him to read, but he had everything to lose, he really would have given anything. An eye, a limb, his rarest herbs, his first born kit. Reading was a key to the mysterious knowledge of twolegs.
"You have a deal," He realized it was easily worth more than his life. Of course he'd take the risk. He'd just had to hope that that ultimately would not be the cost.
