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Post by Quaxo on Sept 26, 2014 1:53:11 GMT -5
Tsume sauntered down the the streets, itching to get in a Queen or get his claws in someone else. Honestly at this point he didn't care which, both brought a smirk to his face so either would suffice. He curiously glanced around looking a potential target for either as he walked, his longer fur on the right side of head gently falling in his face he did. Queens and other Henches have asked him why he did not just cut it to match the other side of his head but Tsume always told he liked the way it looked because it made him look a bit more dangerous.
Suddenly his target passed into his line of vision and that mischievous grin played it's way across his lips knowing he was about to have a whole lot of fun.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 2:11:28 GMT -5
((I'm so evil to Gilbert))
Gilbert, a tom others privileged to have spent more then five minutes with him tend to view him as twitchy and paranoid. Also rude, and insensitive. But he couldn't help it. It was fate that he would receive the mystical equivalent of his past. A past that had been a perfect tool in shaping him into the only type of tom who could even live sanely with his touch telepathy. Almost everyone else he knew would become depressed or die without the ability to touch someone else without pain as the result. The way he grew up, he had always been leery of physical contact anyway, it was just ironic that he kind of missed it, despite never feeling the positive contact he had observed the jellicles being a part of. Still, it had gotten pretty crowded where he was resting, and he couldn't stand the background noise or risk an accidental touch. Fleeing the junkyard, for some space and some fresh air, he found himself walking his old haunts when he had still been on the streets. He was aware of other cats, he assumed were mostly strays, maybe some housecats, around, but he didn't bother himself with anyone else. So he was unaware of the eyes of a Hench, as he walked over towards his old neighborhood. Ever since running away from Ny'hmm, he had never thought to go back, but now he was actually curious to know if his father was still alive. He hoped the old jerk was dead, however.
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Post by Quaxo on Sept 26, 2014 23:50:39 GMT -5
Tsume tailed Gilbert for a few blocks quietly but soon he got tired of that. Sneaking wasn't his style, he liked the direct approach since it was easier get his claws in. He stepped out of the shadows in front Gilbert with his impish grin on his face, unphased by the obvious height difference. "Hey baka, you aren't getting past me without meeting my claws first. Oh and don't bother running off either, I will just catch you from behind." He threatened narrowing his eyes at the larger.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 21:50:55 GMT -5
Gilbert was slightly taken back by the sudden appearance of a young tom in front of him. His ears peeled back, but his face only contorted into irritated, and pissed. After a quickly assessing how far apart they were and making some calculations about how long it would take the other tom to touch him, he crossed his arms. He was prepared to back away or jump, or roll to the side to avoid physical contact if the younger tom made a move. "Is there a reason your guarding this back alley or are you stupidly looking for a fight from every clown you come across?" He tilted his head, very slowly, as if studying the other tom for any reaction or hostile movement on his side.
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Post by Quaxo on Sept 28, 2014 22:21:08 GMT -5
Tsume laughed in Gilbert's face as he stared wickedly up at the other. "Oh I don't look for a fight to be stupid." he released his claws, them glinting in the moonlight slightly. "I do it for fun. So go ahead and keep talking, it's even more fun when I am pissed." The feisty tom hardly ever thought of logic of how dangerous his fighting was or even the potential of getting injured by a larger opponent. Honestly he foolishly saw his scars almost as trophies.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 22:36:22 GMT -5
Gilbert wasn't stupid enough to underestimate the young tom, no matter how foolhardy his gestures were. He had to be prepared to defend himself, as it seemed this tom was going to attack him no matter what he said. Gilbert wasn't really a fighter, but he was a survivor. He had to be after everything he had gone through. He narrowed his eyes,"A wise man knows when to stay his blade. Meaning not fighting proves your worth more." He shrugged. "I have to assume you're a fool. And good, get pissed, it'll impair your judgement when you finally do attack me." Gilbert didn't consider himself to have a death wish, but threatening to attack him, just for what? Jaywalking? Was ridiculous. It kind of pissed him off.
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Post by Quaxo on Sept 29, 2014 10:01:34 GMT -5
If there was one thing that angered the little Tom the most was someone speaking down to him in a condescending matter, mostly because he had such a hidden inferiority complex about his size that he felt he wasn't being taken seriously. So whether that was Gilbert's intention or not that's the way Tsume was getting it and every word was boiling his blood.
"Shut up, baka! Not fighting only proves just how much of a coward you are. " he spat out with a glare. "And that's the last thing I am!" He yelled as he pounced forward at the other Tom with his claws.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2014 19:28:49 GMT -5
"More like a bully if you ask me, boy. And all bullies are cowards." Gilbert was probably considered paranoid, because of his ability. But that only meant he was prepared for the lunging attack headed his way. He lurched backwards just in time and fell. Using his fall as momentum, he was able to do a backwards somersault away from Tsume, and easily rolled back onto his feet. Once he was standing, his own claws popped out and he held them up in a threatening manner. "I'd prefer not to hurt you, but I will defend myself." His ice-blue eyes narrowed as he kept a watchful eye on Tsume's eyes and body. Mentally preparing himself for the next outburst from this PMSing and unpredictable teen. Gilbert almost got the feeling that this young tom was a hench cat. Gilbert had never crossed over to their side, and had had some brief and friendly talks with other henches, but none had ever outright attacked him without provocation before. It was troubling, if that were true.
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Post by sansa on Sept 30, 2014 19:49:29 GMT -5
Demeter didn't leave the Junkyard often. There were plenty of threats outside their fences, and she didn't like being so far from Electra. But she needed to get away, at least for a short walk. That despicable Rum Tum Tugger was practically draping himself over Bomba, and Demeter hated to see that. She turned the corner, chewing angrily at the inside of her mouth. The confusion she saw at the end of the street made her pause and she stepped out of the moonlight to observe.
Fights weren't uncommon, but both cats looked too small to be street cats. They could have been Henches, but she couldn't think of a reason for two Hench cats to fight each other in the street. She peered to focus on the cat who seemed to be the victim. Was it Gilbert? The glimpse of a white chest in the midst of black and rust and cream confirmed her suspicions. She hesitated. He was a Jellicle, one of her own, but... she did not like the tom. There was something deeply unsettling about him. Still, he was a Jellicle. And the other cat was even smaller than him, though hopefully they would draw the line at attacking a queen.
She walked briskly toward them, stopping when she was close enough to be heard but far enough not to be swiped accidentally. "What is going on here?"
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Post by Quaxo on Oct 1, 2014 9:35:28 GMT -5
Tsume hissed as Gilbert rolled out of the way of his attack but a mischievous smirk played on his lips when he saw Demeter. She was very attractive to the young Tom and since he wasn't even born when she was one of Mac's queens, he didn't recognize her at all. No matter to him though, as older Queen with such beauty, he saw her as a great prize.
"Oh is that your Queen? Doesn't if she is or not cause after I get my claws good in you, I am so getting in her." He grinned wickedly as he lunged again Gilbert. He kept thinking how lucky could he get, a good fight and good queen, all in the same night.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2014 17:56:11 GMT -5
Gilbert was taken back, until his eyes looked over to where Tsume was looking. Seeing the gold and black calico walk cautiously towards them, Gilbert frowned. What was she doing here? This tom was clearly crazy and way beyond help. He really didn't know or like any of the jellicles, however he'd be damned if he allowed Tsume to get near her. She was of his tribe, and well he didn't like Tsume. It wasn't a big move, but he did noticeably place his body in the way of Tsume to go after her. "Got jumped for jaywalking, it seems." Gilbert replied to Demeter's question, dryly. Though he was still giving the stink eye to his new...'playmate'; Tsume. "You...won't be touching her." Gilbert moved to dodge Tsume's attack, though didn't dodge in time. A cut was made on his face, and the blood slowly began to trickle down. Gilbert didn't seem to be phased by the cut, and thrusted his claws at Tsume in defense.
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Post by sansa on Oct 1, 2014 18:17:59 GMT -5
Demeter's blood ran cold when she saw how the smaller tom was looking at her, and for a moment, she regretted her decision to intervene. "I see," she said carefully to Gilbert. She made to step toward the other tom, but Gilbert was there before she could, and claws flashed. A gasp escaped her lips reflexively, and she felt herself begin to retreat within herself. No, Demeter. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and made herself look more closely at the other tom. He couldn't have been much older than Pouncival. Her mind worked quickly to remember how Jellylorum dealt with scuffles that got out of hand.
"Oi!" Demeter mustered all the will she had and stepped around Gilbert. Her paw lashed out and she grabbed at the other tom's ear, as she'd seen Jellylorum do countless times with the younger Jellicle toms to subdue them.
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Post by dodd4 on Oct 1, 2014 18:28:58 GMT -5
a long shadow fell between Tsume and Gilbert as a massive double pawed gray and brown short haired tom came around around the corner. his rounded ears perked when he saw Demeter no two cats would fit the glowing description that The Boss had given him!
he brushed past Tsume with a "'scuse me T." shyly proffered three roses to Demeter, one was yellow, one was red and the third was black and their stems were intertwined.
"I was told to give these to you Ma'mam, no mistaking you!"
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Post by Quaxo on Oct 1, 2014 23:59:13 GMT -5
"You have no say in that."Tsume grinned when his claws finally found their ways into Gilbert's fur and drew blood on his face. He was so pleased he barely registered Gil's claws defensively thrust into his side. He hissed slightly when he registered the pain. "Oh another scar to my collection." He laughed."How would you like another, baka?" He was about lunge again when Demeter stepped in. "You're a eager qu...OW!" He howled as she grabbed his ear. "Come on, let go! If you want it rough, save it for my de...OW!" Tsume winced in pain but was distracted by Manfred's sudden appearance. "Get your own Queen, Man. This one's mine." He glared at his fellow Hench. "Get out of here!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2014 21:00:46 GMT -5
Gilbert had his eyes on Tsume, though his paw came up and wiped away at the blood running down his cheek. He was not impressed by some wannabee stray adolescent boasting about getting new scars. The brief contact he had made, not surprisingly only gave him the thought to strike; a lot of anger accompanied that thought. Still, Gilbert was surprised that he had cut the tom deep enough to cause a scar. His fur bristled when it looked like Tsume was about to pounce on him again in a ball of rage. Thankfully, Tsume went down whining about his ear, when Demeter stepped between the two of them. He smirked slightly,"Not bad, Demeter...Thank-" His head turned to the side as a new tom, a very large tom, walked towards them. "Who are you?" His voice was no longer grateful, and was back to sounding low and suspicious. He cocked his head to the side as he studied the flowers in Manfred's paw. As the larger tom drew closer to them, Gilbert noticeable flinched and backed away from being within physical contact of the large tom. Though ironically, still stood protectively in front of Demeter.
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