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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 17:57:05 GMT -5
Admetus, still had his paw on Tumble's arm. Once he realized it, he did not remove it. In fact it brought it up and slung it around Tumble's neck as if they had been life long friends. "I followed. You clearly talk in your sleep. Wonder what else you do." He gave Arnbjorn a dirty leer. "Names Admetus. So about my other question?" The tabby tom usually didn't get into the jobs and overall mission of the henches, only bothering with his own errands and then doing his own thing. But now that his path was crossing with other henches, it felt the need to be kept in the loop.
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 4, 2014 16:24:18 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus reddened to the eartips. He wasn't sure which he disliked more: Oswin hanging on his neck choking him to death, or Admetus slinging his arm around him like they were best mates when in fact they barely knew one another. Seriously, couldn't anyone give him space? "I do not talk in my sleep," he protested.
Oswin gasped. "So he admits it!" she declared to the others. She pointed a paw at Tumble. "You were listening, you do remember the conversation, and you've been lying all this time?"
"No," Tumble growled, ready to tear his headfur out, "I promise I don't remember talking to..."
"Then, I'm afraid you've just learned that you do talk in your sleep." Oswin grinned. "Want to know what else he said? He said he's completely bored with life and wants to leave his cozy home and do something completely and utterly spontaneous, adventurous, and dangerous." She turned to Adme. "To answer your question, that's what we want with 'patches.' To offer him the chance to do just what he said he's always wanted!" She finished with a satisfied nod, as if that settled everything, waiting for Arnbjorn and Admetus to react in amazement at her cleverness.
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Post by sansa on Oct 4, 2014 17:08:10 GMT -5
"I'm just muscle here." Arnbjorn looked pointedly at Oswin, waiting for her to explain. The answer she gave was not nearly satisfying enough. He rubbed his jaw with one sturdy paw. On the one hand, it was not his place to question her tactics. She was the interrogator, he was just a fighter. On the other... If it got back to Macavity that he was supporting a Hench who was clearly making an embarrassing, possibly insane, mistake...
"I don't think so, Oswin. We should go."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2014 18:21:05 GMT -5
Admetus still gave them a weird look. "Patches. Is any of this making sense to you?" Admetus was slightly intrigued, but he wasn't going to collaborate with Arnbjorn and Oswin to get Tumble on the Hench side of things. That was an individual's choice to make, not others manipulating you into making that choice. He shook his head. "Listen...Arnbjorn, Oswin. If my man here doesn't have a clue what you two are talking about, then maybe you should both leave." He did give them both a grin, not as though the grin ever left his face however. "Though, if you like what you see, the three of us can talk later, in my place. Could be fun."
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 4, 2014 22:01:31 GMT -5
Oswin was quite close to slipping into a full-blown tantrum. Nothing was going the way it had been meant to! Why was no one cooperating? "I don't know why I bothered to bring you along," she growled to Arnbjorn. "You are the greatest spoil-sport I have ever seen."
Tumble had the feeling that this was about to turn into a fight or some sort of insane party - he wasn't certain which. However, he was tired of these three alternating between babbling nonsense at him and talking to each other about him - as if Admetus were his personal agent or bodyguard and the other two were giving him a proposition of some sort. Taking a few steps back from all three of them, he held out his paws. "Look - all of you, just stop a moment." He looked at Admetus. "First, my name is not Patches and I can speak for myself." Then to Arnbjorn and Oswin, "Second, you two don't know catnip about what I want or don't want, so what is it you're actually trying to convince me of here? And," he added, looking back at Admetus, "why do I get the feeling you know what's going on here?"
"Your dream," Oswin sputtered, on the verge of tearing pawfuls of headfur out, "about going on a ship, about adventure, you..."
"You, little lady, have talked enough for the moment," Tumble interrupted, glaring her into silence. He looked expectantly between Arnbjorn and Admetus.
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Post by sansa on Oct 4, 2014 22:07:40 GMT -5
"I don't know either, you're under no physical threat. Not from this scrawny little thing..." Arnbjorn murmured the last bit, still upset that Oswin had thought to compare their muscles at all. He crossed his arms again and sent a disparaging look toward Admetus. He was already embarrassed that he'd attached himself to this little project. He didn't need this tom flirting with him. He set his jaw and gave the smaller tom what he hoped was an apologetic grimace. "Oswin. Let's go. Or would you like the boss to hear about why you're wasting my time?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2014 16:33:20 GMT -5
"As in Growltiger, arrg?" Admetus asked-in reference to Oswin commenting about ships and adventures. He was grinning despite himself. He shook his head, not even bothered that Tumble had backed away from him and his touch. Though his eyes did go to Oswin. Was she a bit soft in the brain? He honestly didn't know. He had never spent much time with her, before now. Though he did address Tumblebrutus. "Don't look at me, I'm just as confused by...her." He seemed to be more insulted by Tumble's rejection of his nickname then anything else going on, at the corner of the street. He only gave nicknames to those he liked, meant he actually remembered them and didn't think of them as one night stands. Unlike...that Josie...or was it Jacklyn?
Speaking of the neanderthal, Admetus had the gut reaction of glancing in the direction where he had come from. He hadn't gotten very far from the house when he had run into Tumblebrutus. Good thing he had looked in that direction. He saw the neanderthal, still in the distance, but a renewed sight of Admetus (What a lucky tom), lifted the tom's spirits and he started back at a run. "Not to interrupt this cozy and uncomfortable little powwow, Patches, Muscles...and-" He paused debating what Oswin was. "Off-Her-Meds. But we're about to have some unwanted company." In truth, Admetus fully expected the three cats to abandon him to deal with his mess, wouldn't be the first time.
"Don't even think of running you little weasel!" Called the neanderthal as he finally approached. Out of breath, but still rearing in with a fist aimed at Admetus' head.
((As he, we'll call him: Neanderthal, is a temp. NPC, Ellie and Sansa, you both are allowed to control him or use him in your posts. ^_^))
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 6, 2014 6:07:36 GMT -5
Between this conversation's not going at all as she wanted, Tumble not cooperating, Adme being obnoxious, Arnie threatening to complain of her to Macavity...and now an insane (and very large) tom suddenly coming on the attack, Oswin had just about lost it. She opened her mouth and let loose a shriek that probably woke half the neighbourhood. "Murder, murder!" she screamed. "Mad cat, ahhh help!"
Tumblebrutus groaned. Why, why, why had he stopped to talk to Admetus and got himself mixed up in this? So, this must be what Adme had been on the run from. No doubt the grey tom had done something to arouse this giant cat's wrath, but Tumble still didn't feel quite right just standing there watching another cat get beat up, whether they deserved it or not. He jerked Admetus out of the way so that Neanderthal's fist connected with air instead of Adme's head. Thankfully the mad tom was rather clumsy, but he was still strong. "You, shut up," he said sharply to Oswin, before turning to Arnbjorn and Admetus. "Any suggestions?" he asked quickly as Neanderthal got ready to charge again.
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Post by sansa on Oct 6, 2014 14:24:16 GMT -5
Arnbjorn's posture turned somehow tenser at the sight of a boxy tom barreling toward them. A big guy, but he didn't seem to have much control over those useless muscles of his. "Get behind me," he said to the rest of them. For good measure, he grabbed Oswin's upper arm and pulled her away. Maybe some sense of safety would shut her up. Great in a crisis, that one.
The Neanderthal stumbled in confusion at the lack of contact, and it took him a second to realize Admetus had been moved. Arnbjorn took the opportunity to ground his feet and, with a loud cracking sound, his fist connected solidly with the tom's fist, knocking him to the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 20:33:45 GMT -5
Admetus was slightly surprised when Tumble had grabbed a hold of him and moved him out of the line of fire. He barely gave the white and brown tom a grateful smile, before Oswin's obnoxious reaction to Neanderthal, had him rolling his eyes. "I vote we use you as a shield." He spoke sarcastically, just as he cringed. The sound of Arnbjorn's fist slamming into the other toms face had made a sickening sound. The sound of his nose cracking and clearly breaking was loud enough to be heard.
The brute-ish tom had reeled back, making a move to protect and cover his nose. His eyes had teared up, and after the split second shock, he roared in fury. His day just went from bad to worse. He saw Admetus, and making a move to the tom he had shouldered passed and bumped into Oswin hard. The queen was of little consequence, as long as he killed the slime-ball that had slept with his mate. He used his fists as a distraction, and as Admetus dodged that attack, he used his leg and kicked the silver tabby in his side.
Admetus gripped his side, but he raised his head up. A wicked grin spread across his face; only to frustrate the Neanderthal even more. "Good thing the brute kicks like a girl....No offense." Admetus spoke to Oswin, offering her his help, not that he expected more then incoherent ramblings from her. He did move to be next to Arnbjorn. "You can leave. This isn't your fight. That goes for all of you." Admetus was a lot of things, but he didn't like others paying for his actions.
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 12, 2014 20:02:41 GMT -5
As quickly as her screaming had started, it stopped. Now that Oswin didn't feel herself in any danger, she was quite calm about the whole situation. She did look disgusted when the giant Neanderthal tom ran into her, but she came to no real harm. Accepting Admetus' help, she regained her footing. "We're supposed to just run off and leave you to fight this guy?" she protested. "What kind of people do you think we are?" She marched over to Neanderthal and held out her paws. "Listen," she began, speaking in her most reasonable tone. "Just stop and think about this for a moment. Is it really worth your time to go to all this trouble just to beat up on that scrawny guy?" She gestured towards Admetus. "He's really not worth the effort. There are so many more fun things you could be doing. Why don't you just leave him alone? I'm sure he won't make the same mistake again; he knows better than to tamper with the likes of you. These other blokes, though, I'm not so sure... They're all fresh and energetic and ready to go. If you insist on continuing this fight, you'll have to go through them..." She looked at Arnbjorn and Tumble. "Right, you two?"
When Admetus told them to leave, Tumblebrutus had hesitated. In spite of this whole situation, he still couldn't quite bring himself to walk away and leave Adme to the Neanderthal. But he did have a point...this was Admetus' fight...maybe it would be best to let the two have it out and be done. But all that flew out the window when Oswin...stupid, stupid queen...spoke to Neanderthal and more or less forced Arnbjorn and Tumble to commit to a fight with the brute. He was so flabbergasted he could only stand there and stare around at all of them.
But in the end it didn't matter, because Neanderthal was paying no heed to Ossie's little speech. He was advancing on Admetus again. "All of you clear away an' stay out of this," he growled. "I've no quarrel with you'uns, all's I want to do is paint the streets with this'un's innards."
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Post by sansa on Oct 14, 2014 9:05:58 GMT -5
Arnbjorn's mind worked quickly to assess the situation. The big tom was dumb, but resilient. A punch like that would have knocked out most cats. He still wasn't entirely sure what Admetus had done to warrant an attack, but his instinct was to protect him. Plus... Well, a punch like that should have knocked him out! In the back of his mind, he thought Oswin was saying something. "What? Uh... Sure, Oswin..." He stepped forward to confront the Neanderthal once more. "Get outta here, man. This is a really stupid thing you're doin' here."
A growl of frustration tore at the Neanderthal's throat. "D'you have a death wish!?" He swung a clenched paw at the bulky, grey and white tom.
Arnbjorn grabbed the incoming fist easily and pulled the Neanderthal toward him, twisting his arm behind his back painfully to hold him in place. "Look, you can leave if you want, or I can kick your ass. And I love a good challenge."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 16:20:19 GMT -5
((Sorry. Muse is being smothered by my cat. So It's not that good.))
Admetus nodded his head, though couldn't resist winking at the Neanderthal of a tom. Despite his obvious flaws, he wasn't bad to look at. The Neanderthal reeled back in disgust at the wink, and that these pathetic cats beside Admetus were willing to stick up for such a tom. "You win." He stated though it was forced. He turned away, dragging his feet. But as a parting gift, he scooped up a rock and threw it, before turning a corner and walking out of sight. Admetus had turned around, and thanked Oswin, Arnbjorn, and Tumblebrutus for sticking up for him, even though they had no benefit to do so. When his back was turned, the rock it the back of his head, and Admetus groaned in pain and gripped the back of his head. He was still on his feet, but was slightly off balance. "Let him go." Admetus spoke softly, in case any of those he was with had it in their heads to retaliate. Though he was mainly worried about Arnbjorn. They didn't always see eye to eye, but he was concerned Arnbjorn would want to protect Admetus; if for no other reason then he was a loyal member of the same tribe.
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 14, 2014 19:37:12 GMT -5
Oswin grinned triumphantly as the Neanderthal tom left, then gasped as the rock hit Admetus in the head. "Injury!" she exclaimed, hopping over to catch him in case he started to fall. "Foul play! That was bad form, very bad form!" she shouted after the giant tom, though he probably couldn't hear her. She grunted as Admetus tilted off-balance. "A little help from my muscly friends?" she grunted.
Tumblebrutus sighed and went over to help support the tottering grey tom. Somehow he got the feeling this was nowhere near over, even though the Neanderthal had left. What had he got himself into? This wasn't exactly the kind of adventure he'd always imagined... "All right," he said to Arnbjorn and Oswin, "apparently you three all know each other. Any idea where we should take him to sleep this off?" Thinking back over their entire conversation, he had already begun to get the feeling that at least two of these cats were no innocent streetcats...and if they all three knew each other...Adme probably wasn't either.
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Post by sansa on Oct 16, 2014 13:21:25 GMT -5
Arnbjorn had already started to go after the tom when Admetus' words interrupted his path. He obeyed instinctively, then, after a moment of thought, decided that it would be best to let him go. The Neanderthal obviously needed to cool off. He snorted derisively and smoothed his mane, then turned his attention back to the other cats. "I can handle him." He looked the tom up and down once more. "What about you? Where do you- are you far from home?" He realized suddenly that he could very well be a Jellicle. That would be just like Oswin, too, to latch onto a Jellicle tom.
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