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Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 20, 2020 16:25:58 GMT -5
JadieFaith A surprise visit wasn't really much of a surprise with Funk. The Nemesis thrived too much on unpredictability. So when he jumped through one of the broken windows and skidded into the little house, there should have been nothing. It was a quiet, quaint place, the kind of place that should probably not be in the city. But it was where Creek chose to make home. So, after a rather curt conversation with Tempest, he made his way over. His son acting weird was normal, his son not sticking to his established schedule was. While his landing was soft, he raised a non existent brow at what he found in the little house.
In stories people would gasp or shriek when a stranger just burst into your house, but Loelia was at a pure loss for words. Was this person supposed to be in the house? Actually he looked a bit like Creek, but it was easy to pick out all the pieces of him that didn't reflect her crush. Loelia looked like she could have easily belonged in a prison, but here it felt out of place. She had ragged rough black fur with patches of her body more skin than fur, she looked torn up, wrong even. Her violet eyes stood out like a rose among wild flowers, they looked enchanting, almost making up for her less than desirable features... Almost. More clearly was the fact that she was a kit, an older one for sure, near Creek's age, no doubt closing in on six moons.
"Creek? There's someone here for you," Loelia called out to him before smiling politely back to Funk, "Sooo... What's your condition, sore throat, ticks?"
Creek did not verbalize an answer to Loelia's call but arrived a few moments later nonetheless, his paws dusty from whatever he had been working on, presumably cleaning. He was looking more and more like an adult these days and no cat would mistake the family resemblance; however Creek was distinctive enough to never get mistaken for his father. They were both tall and slim, but Creek was shorter and his coloring all different, ashy brown vs coppery red, stormy gray vs celadon green.
"What a surprise...," The Shaman said evenly, placing himself next to Loelia, a little closer than he'd usually sit. Originally he told Loelia that he was not strong enough to protect her, that she'd have to face the cruel world of Primal Instinct on her own; however, Creek had slightly more protective of her as of late, especially so, it seemed, with this visitor, "...I can't imagine that I have any herbs that you don't already have in your stores. Why are you here?"
Creek's tone was not defensive of accusatory but it was... different. There were subtle ways your demeanor changes when you are around the ones you love and want to protect. Funk would notice it.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 25, 2020 21:50:04 GMT -5
Funk didn't say anything to Loelia at first, his mind working a million miles an hour as he looked her over. An odd case, the sort of soul that made you want to do things for them. If Creek was anything like Funk, he'd be trying to give her new back legs. But that clearly wasn't the case if the poor girl was still dragging herself around. Still, she looked... familiar. Something bout the black pelt with torn out pieces was trying to jog something in his mind. He blinked, before glancing down to meet her gaze, a small smile stretching across his face, "Nothing of the sort, dear. Just curious as to why my son has let Tempest take over so many responsibilities. But I guess I've found my answer." Funk's purr was odd from his first death, a kind of odd that screamed danger.
So when Creek came and stood protectively by her, the pieces fell together. Even Creek was capable of feeling that way, huh? The Nemesis was a little excited to have a kid like him, but it was becoming clearer the two were worlds apart. He was still good-natured, holding a sort of guard that came with the territory, as he tilted his head. "Oh no. I was wondering what was keeping you holed up. Would you care to introduce me to your new assistant?" Beneath that smile held a challenge, a kind that wouldn't go away with a flippant answer. When you're like Funk, you don't stop till you get the answer you want, after all.
"Hello, I'm Loelia sir," She said, dipping her head formally like she saw the older cadets do. So this was Creek's father, he acted differently than she expected, at first she felt delighted to meet him, but feeling Creek seated so close to her she could tell he wasn't someone to take lightly. She resisted saying anything else, Creek might have said she was essentially on her own, but this felt different, like he needed to take the lead.
Despite her inability to walk she didn't sound meek, her voice was young and confident with a cheery tone, like someone happy to assist another.
Creek did not say a single word, seeing as Loelia had answered the question posed by Funk. He just stared his father down with what was best explained as an empty expression, but even that was not quite right. Not aggressive, but not submissive. Neutral? Perhaps that was a better fit. As the silence drawled on he cocked his head ever so slightly and cleared his throat, "Is there anything else you would like to know?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 23, 2020 18:37:07 GMT -5
"No need to be so serious, Creek." Really, jumping through a window should have told him this was friendly. Funk would have knocked if this was serious. And his curtness was bugging Funk. His tail thudded on the ground, a deep echo reverberating out as he stood up and showed himself around. Looking up at a rather tacky vase, he clicked his tongue before resuming. "I mean, I could ask why you're letting a lady drag herself around like that."
A marble of some sort found it's way between his claws and he rolled it around in his paw, "but I guess you have your reasons." His tone was sweet, as he closed his eyes and placed the marble back where he found it, but there was a threat under there. "Where are you from, Loelia? I feel I would remember one of my own." Funk couldn't shake the feeling he'd seen someone like her before. Perhaps a relative. Something about the sparse black pelt nagged at his mind.
Loelia looked at Creek, he seemed stiff, it wasn't too unusual, not everyone had a good relationship with their parents, she never had any relationship with hers.
"I'm from the Regime, I'm sorry I intruded," She said, looking him straight in the eyes, but silently trying to remember the culturally accurate way to show respect in the league. In the Regime it was respectful to remain eye contact, but in the clans you bowed your head, was that the same here? "I can take any initiation or anything else you need me to do to prove my worth." In truth she hadn't really known she was hiding in the first place, but that did seem a little too good to be true.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 29, 2020 0:17:26 GMT -5
"Regime, huh? You walked a long way to get here." That narrowed it down. It didn't seem to him that Loelia was lying. Granted, he only knew so many Regime cats. Didn't seem like one of Shule's, Funk was sure Sean would have told him if she was expecting. He thought about that dark pelt again, and it must have flickered in his mind somewhat. An idea. He'd have to look more into it. "No intrusion to worry about. If you are interested in learning some things and getting out of this stuffy house, let me know." Mobility was pretty important, especially with how far away the districts are for everyone. It also wasn't like many would take her as a trainee, he'd probably need to ask a proxy. Though the greatest way to show respect was kissing his feet, he liked the eye contact. It let his own soften.
Creek wasn't the type of cat to show his emotion very easily and, true to his brand, the look on his face remained completely neutral. That being said, Loelia-kun had spent enough time with him to know his tells, and the fact that his tail-tip was laying limply on the ground spoke volumes. He was annoyed.
"She's been doing strength training," Creek explained, his voice as even as always. He flicked his ear toward her but kept his eyes on Funk, "Once her forepaws are strong enough, we will start testing apparatuses to get her on all four feet." In other words, I've got this.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 25, 2020 18:03:48 GMT -5
Creek was almost what he wanted in a son. Someone who still held onto their curiosity with age, and would do anything to satiate it. If it was logical or even just tickled his fancy, Funk had no issue doing it. This girl though... made it clear he was off track again. He wanted to test that.
"Trekking all the way here not enough of an indicator, son?" Funk wasn't as keen on Creek's tells as Loelia, not that he needed to be. If presented with the scenario, he'd be annoyed too. The Nemesis just closed his eyes, a smile like he didn't even feel the tension in the air. "I'd expect something built already, she's plenty strong enough. It'd be easy to throw something together in my lab if you'd want." Funk wasn't as focused, letting his gaze wander around. "Maybe open a door in here too. No reason to keep a girl trapped unless you're going to put her to the test, see how she stands against a little pennyroyal. Or are you afraid she'll run once you give her the chance?"
(so you don't have to google it. pennyroyal oil is toxic to cats)
"Most harnesses and braces slow down a paralyzed cat long before it actually helps her. For one, they are not all-terrain. She would fair better without any assistance up and down stairs than in almost any apparatuses you or I could create. You must also keep in mind that, because she cannot feel her hind legs, she does not know when they are being strained or damaged. One may think that because she cannot feel then that it doesn't matter, but she is just as susceptible to infection and disease as any other cat. Great care must be put into whatever you build because you must maximize comfort for a cat who can't judge it on her own. It's not something that can just be 'thrown together,'" Creek broke eye contact with Funk and turned to Loelia, the tone of his voice shifting ever so slightly softer, "I want Loelia to have maximized her natural agility and flexibility before giving her a tool to assist in her mobility. I agree that she is plenty strong, but I know she is capable of more."
He turned his head back to his father and for the first time the flames of anger twisted behind them. Those eyes were so much like Blue's but even she never looked upon Funk with such rage, it was like a fire so hot it felt cold to the touch, "Don't you dare suggest that I have ever held any of my patients against their will. Loelia chose to come here and likewise she can chose to leave. If your pennyroyal and hodge-podge mobility device are enticing for her, then she is more than welcome to go with you right now."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 30, 2020 21:00:06 GMT -5
Funk listened, not that it was any new information to him. A smile twinged the ends of his lips as he didn't break his gaze with Creek's. But it was obviously fake, just like most of Funk's smiles. It didn't hurt, far from it. He posed a question and got an answer. Simple, the kind of straightforward science he liked. But the more Creek got heated and snarled at the Nemesis, the more Funk felt his stomach gleefully twisting into a knot. It was everything he wanted yet didn't. The girl and her morals had poisoned his mind, a shame. Stunted his potential as a scientist.
Well, it wasn't like Funk was looking for a successor anytime soon.
Blue never glared at him like that, it let Creek stand on his own. Let Funk remember the past. Even at the end of his rant, Funk hadn't broken his eye contact, eyes holding their own fire. But it was more of a match waiting to fall into gasoline, the kind of fire that hadn't started but you could already feel the burns from. He was holding himself back, tense as it would light at any moment. Still as a statue, as if he wasn't even alive. And he let the silence stretch, only breaking it as he let out a hum. "Hmmmm... ... ... Well said. You've done your research. She'll be in good paws with you around." It was a cursory compliment, only a shred of pride in Funk's voice. He was too calm for what was said to him. Like a spring trap, he appeared to be loaded, ready to lash out at any moment. But he didn't. "Patients. Hmm. Alright, I'll let it go. I guess I've prodded you enough for one day."
The way Funk yielded to the argument made Creek feel as if he hadn't won it after all. Good think Creek didn't work until perceived victories and losses. If you asked him, not even science was so cut and try, everything had layers. He let out the ghost of a sigh and relaxed his shoulders, then cast his stormy blue gaze toward Loelia, "You are free to go with him if you wish," he said simply, "But if you'd rather continue to work with me, meet me downstairs, I have some herbs I'd like your help with."
Without glancing back at Funk, Creek padded away, leaving Loelia and her father alone. There wasn't dramatic flair to the way he turned around, his tail-tip wasn't twitching, he was absolutely casual as always... although, for some reason, his heart was racing.
[This one's kind of old so let's end it here unless you two want to continue now that Creek is gone ^^]
