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Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 6, 2020 18:44:10 GMT -5
(2nd part of the book plot. the first part is still open for replies to how exactly primal instinct gets the book, but for the sake of time, we'll say they get it and move onto the next part. here, Primal Instinct tries to figure out just what the book is and gets some unexpected help)
It had been a few days since the "clean up" of the abandoned building. Though whether it was actually cleaner or not was uncertain. They probably kicked up more dust than settled. Oh well, it wasn't like they were getting a lot of traffic anyway. Guess Dayclan was bigger than he figured. But those refugees were the last of Funk's concerns. Even the occasional battle was like water off his back, there one second and gone the next. Cause his mind had been completely transfixed on something else.
It was this stupid book they found. He thought it would have been empty, like an unused sketchbook. But nope, it had words. Words no one understood. Not that cats were known to be great readers, but he thought someone would know. Funk had spent the last sleepless nights trying to translate it, and frankly, was not getting anywhere. Not that he told anyone that. The clan probably wasn't that concerned, though a few snickered when the bengal fell asleep in front of his breakfast without even taking a bite.
"Have you asked Sen to take a look?" Creek was just as curious about the strange book as his father was, although he hadn't been able to get a close look at it himself. He sat down to Funk's right and looked at the ancient text curiously, not finding anything familiar in it either. Creek was learning to read twoleg texts but this was entirely foreign to him, too, "She's the closest cat I've ever found with such affinity for the written language. I would be shocked if she didn't have some sort of insight or know a way to find it."
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 9, 2020 16:03:21 GMT -5
Funk shook himself awake at Creek's voice, wiping his chin with the back of his paw as he pulled himself up. Though his balance threatened to tip him over again, he steadied himself as he groomed his fur into place. "True. Though knowing Sen, she either won't recognize it and feign that she does, or will be able to read it and not tell us." He wouldn't call that thinking lowly of Senescence. It was hard not to hold some respect for the she-cat, and he did. But Funk had quickly become accustomed to her ways. And the further the two stayed away from each other, the better they got along.
"Maybe Lucistic could..." Even though he suggested it, Funk didn't sound like he even believed it.
Almost on cue Lucistic walked in covered in ribbons that Innocentia had practiced tying around him. Or was possibly Innocentia's newest torture technique being tested on him, who could really say. "Did someone say my name?" Lucistic asked with a long yawn.
Trailing behind Lucistic was little Viatrix-chan, wearing the same ribbons as her adoptive uncle although they were applied much more skillfully. She batted playfully at the ribbons' tails, close to the black-furred tom's heels, although she was careful not to touch him directly. She wouldn't try something like that unless one of her moms were around...
Creek wasn't so sure about Lucistic, but, to be fair, he hardly ever interacted with the tom. He was a Shaman. He didn't fight. Lucistic had a weird thing about pain. He'd rather his cut fester. Their paths simply did not cross. Well, he didn't seem like a bad guy, and it sure would be useful if the tom had the talent, "Funk thinks you might be able to read this. Can you?" He motioned toward the book.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 19, 2020 13:27:53 GMT -5
"Taking the wife somewhere tonight?" Funk laughed as Lucistic and Viatrix trailed into the room. It wasn't really Luc's style. He might have to help pull them out later. But he still let out a sigh when Luc admitted he couldn't read them. It was Funk's fault for getting his hopes up, but still.
He poked his head up at Lucistic's question. "I wanna know what it says." The reason was obvious, he didn't even consider the possibility that there was nothing important in the book. It wasn't even a blip on Funk's radar, he'd make that decision about it later once he was able to read it. "There has to be someone who can." Green gaze flicking between the group before falling on Viatrix-chan. Not her... but maybe...
"Eh, everyone here is pretty useless in that department, price of having all the drop outs, runaways, and weirdos in one place. I guess Misty's useful, but she's technically a prisoner than a member so I don't even know if she counts as an asset," Lucistic shrugged.
Viatrix let out a shrill childish giggle in response to being called Lucistic's wife. She was such a darling little kit, all of Innocentia's dangerous charms having rubbed off on this little gray floof, "I'm not his wife, silly! He's my unkie!"
Creek just nodded along with Lucistic, he had a good point. These days the high quality runaways and rejects found their way to SwiftClan instead of the League... but that was another topic. He learned forward and took a closer look at the book, paying special attention to the strange symbols on the cover. It meant nothing to him, but it vaguely familiar, it reminded him of the graveyard back at the old territory, which gave him an idea, "Have you tried taking it to the crypt?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 22, 2020 17:59:43 GMT -5
It was true that Swiftclan was luring away potential members to them. But it wasn't like Chimerastar wanted them anyway. So, to let the other leader suffer a little, Funk let it slide. He lightly rubbed the top of Viatrix-chan's head with his tail, "That he is dear." especially since he was more wondering what Gravel would find of his new style. His ears swiveled back to listen to Creek before nodding. "Not for long. But we should. Two birds, one stone. We'll show it to Misty while we're there."
Creek was a little jealous about the way Funk had become buddy-buddy with Misty Rose as of late. It was a little more than the usual prisoner-captor relationship, and it had nothing to do with Stockholm syndrome. At least Creek didn't let it get to him much. Knowledge was knowledge, whatever the source, at most this was just annoying, "If Lucistic can't read it then I'm not sure why you think Misty will be able to, but I suppose it won't hurt to show her, too." Wait, was he a little snarky just now? It was so unlike him, he didn't even notice it. His expression was neutral as always.
Viatrix-chan purred and rubbed her face against Funk's tail and then weaseled her way in between his front paws, he eyes going wide as she saw the strange book. Suddenly she twisted her head back, nose to the sky, bright blue eyes brimming with curiosity as they met Funk's "What kind of stories do you think are in there?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 27, 2020 14:39:31 GMT -5
Funk didn't quite pick up on that strangeness. To him, Mistyrose was a source of very valuable knowledge. He didn't want it to die with her. Or really, he just wanted it to himself. Nothing more, nothing less. It wasn't like he could open her up and find it all there, and torturing her wasn't really his style. She wouldn't give him what he wanted if he tried, plus he had Innocentia around to do that. Funk's way was always more of a relationship, slowly working his way in until he got what he wanted. "It'd be way too convenient if she could. Stranger things have happened though." He was the one to carry the book as the group set towards the crypt. Even though the thing looked like it was gonna topple him over, Funk held strong as his gaze met Viatrix-chan's. "Stories and legends we've never heard before. You must be getting tired of the same ones they tell you every night."
"I'll drag her out then," Lucistic said disappearing towards the Punishment District before turning back with Mistyrose walking slowly behind him.
Misty Rose kept walking even when Lucistic stopped, walking straight up to Funk E'tan, "What do you need?" She asked, tipping her half summery peach blond, half misty blue grey face to him. Her usual short tone was less stern, the words rolling out quick, interested. She wasn't threatening in the way other league cats were with creepiness or mass strength, but rather with a dangerous intelligence. One that left anyone feeling it to be a futile battle arguing with her because she would not only win it, but humiliate them in the process. She was the kind of person that asking a question to made the other person tremble, a merciless slayer of words.
Creek's face betrayed nothing as he saw Mistyrose approach the group, although his tail-tip twitched every so slightly. He didn't think her being summoned was a waste of time or anything, but he did think Funk was giving up a little too quickly. They could have made more progress before dragging her out. But he wasn't the Nemesis, only the Shaman, and definitely not the leaderly type. He wasn't going to say anything.
"Wow, how exciting! I love stories." Viatrix-chan chirped, turning her pretty blue eyes to the cat that she knew was her adoptive mother. The playful smile she had been wearing twisted into an adorable little snarl. Speaking of, Mistyrose was in most of her very favorie stories, although she was always the bad guy, "Hey you're supposed to be in prison!"
She hadn't exactly been keeping up with the adults' conversation.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 13, 2020 16:36:38 GMT -5
Funk wouldn't like to think of it as giving up. More... trying the avenues he had. He was getting bored of trying to figure this out. And boredom for Funk was a death sentence. It was a long shot, and he knew. But he'd rather spend his time injecting cats with whatever he could find then trying to read this book. Just, something different.
"Hello Mistyrose, thanks for humoring me here." They both knew Misty didn't have a choice. Funk picked up the book and placed it in front of the prisoner, flipping through the pages until he reached the beginning. One page was covered in odd symbols, the other had further lettering and a crude drawing of the book and a puff of something above it. "I was curious if this script looks familiar to you at all."
Misty peered down at the book before nodding to Funk E'tan, "Yeah, I know of it, legends say you need a demon to encrypt it. I wouldn't know much about demons though, my supernatural research was more deity and ghost focused."
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 7, 2020 14:09:45 GMT -5
The cell went silent as Misty spoke, and Funk could practically feel every dumbfounded gaze on her. They really lucked out, after all. What were the odds? A billion to one. And yet, here they were. He was the first to break the silence, his laugh echoing off the walls. Not one that was deep and menacing, but shockingly light and almost genuine. "I told you all not to doubt me." He said playfully, paw lightly rapping Creek across the back. "But same, my research hasn't gone into the supernatural." Maybe Funk would have to put more stock into this than he thought. His mind popped like pop rocks with the possibilities. "We did have one though. That thing at the bottom of the old crypt."
"I don't think we should mess with it," Creek said with an even tone, he didn't even flinch when Funk booped him, "Demons have their own set of rules and they don't like to share them. If you aren't careful, you'll do something that you can't undo and, worse yet, you won't know it until it's too late. There's a reason why Misty Rose here probably never studied them. She's smart."
Despite his clear displeasure of this whole ordeal, Creek for his credit didn't seem too upset about what was happening. He was voicing his opinion, nothing more, if Funk told him to go down to the crypt alone he would not complain.
Viatrix-chan had grown bored with the conversation and was starting to gnaw on the corner of the book while no one was watching.
