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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 23:35:22 GMT -5
Admetus was still cradling the back of his head, but aside from an oncoming headache, the pain was already started to dissipate. He gave a quick glance to Tumblebrutus. "Her, I don't know. At all. And with her..." He trailed off and brought a shaky paw up to his temple. He did the universal sign for "coo-coo bannana's insane". "Not sure I want to." Looking back at Tumble, he spoke more softly. "Been eyeing this stud for a few weeks now." He winked at Tumble. Admetus then took a step toward Arnbjorn, and purposely faked unsteadiness to fall into the toms sturdy form.
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 17, 2014 6:46:19 GMT -5
Oswin rolled her eyes. Admetus' gesture had not been lost on her. "Says the tom who just had to have his tail-end saved by a queen half his size," she scoffed. "Besides," she added, "I believe we have met before; you were probably just too busy running from someone to notice." Now that the danger had passed, she was in quite a rotten mood over her failed attempts at piquing Tumble's interest.
Tumble raised an eyebrow at the queen. "It may have escaped your attention, but your little talk had no effect on Adme's giant friend at all." He was not accustomed to being so rude to queens, but this one was a royal pain - and, to all appearances, was perfectly aware of it. He didn't share Adme's opinion that she was 'bananas,' but thought she did it all on purpose. He turned back to Arnbjorn. "So, if you've got a handle on this, I'll be going." He liked Adme well enough and wouldn't hold it against him even if he were mixed up in some not-so-good company. But Tumble wasn't going to get himself mixed up in it too. No, the best was for him to head back to the 'Yard.
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Post by sansa on Oct 18, 2014 18:01:54 GMT -5
Arnbjorn caught Admetus easily. He couldn't say he didn't appreciate the closeness. Admetus was a handsome tom, after all. But Arnbjorn preferred to keep things like that private. He lightly shoved him out of his arms. "You need any help getting home?" he asked the patched tom. "In case that tom comes back around."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 22:58:14 GMT -5
Admetus' smug smile that was buried in Arnbjorn's chest quickly disappeared when Arnie had pushed him away after catching him. He wasn't surprised. In the past few days since all his libido could think about was the handsome bloke in front of him. It had been nothing but hot and cold. And a series of "He does..." "No. He doesn't want me". He was all for roller-coasters and challenges, but Arnie's, yes and no responses to his advances, were beginning to drive him crazy with lust and with angered frustration. "Oh sure...Leave me alone with Ohm. While you give patches there a personal escort home." He gave Oswin a sidelong stare, and a slow grin replaced his upset and defeated face-brought on by Arnbjorn. "On second thought, the bint here and I will be fine. Ain't that right, Ohm?" He flicked his wrists outward, shooing the two toms away. "Care to escort me back to my humble abode, luv?"
((Ohm, stands for Off Her Meds. Just fyi. Don't be surprised if he starts calling her Ohmmy, or Ohmerella...sometime soon. He has a definite quirk for nicknames.))
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 19, 2014 7:48:28 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus flattened his ears. He was none too happy with being treated like he couldn't take care of himself. Besides that, it was probably a horrible idea to let Arnbjorn see the junkyard - if he was a hench, which Tumble was more and more inclined to think. "You won't have to be alone with...Ohm?" he told Admetus, raising an eyebrow at the odd nickname. "Thanks anyway," he said to Arnbjorn, "but I'll be fine. Well, this has all been very interesting. Goodbye." He waved a paw at all of them, and would have walked off with no further ado, if "Ohm" had not got in the way again.
"Wait!" Oswin exclaimed, grabbing Tumble's arm. "Don't you even want to know what we have to offer you?" She was growing desperate here. If it got back to Macavity that one of her leads turned out to be a dud, and she got Arnbjorn mixed up in it too...
Tumble sighed in annoyance. "I have no interest in anything you have to say," he told Oswin firmly. "So unless you have some contact that can get me into Growltiger's crew and ship off to America," he added sarcastically, "...let go of my arm."
Oswin's eyes brightened. "Growltiger?" She beamed at Arnbjorn. "We know Growltiger! Right?"
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Post by sansa on Oct 19, 2014 16:16:02 GMT -5
Arnbjorn shot a disparaging look toward Admetus at the nickname. He'd forgotten about the dusky cat's inclination toward clever nicknames, annoying as it was. "Yeah, we know Growltiger," he said lowly, tearing his eyes away from Admetus. "Not sure what business you think you have with him." Growltiger would take one look at the tom, practically a kitten, and laugh in his face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 17:30:24 GMT -5
Admetus, still felt a headache caused by the rock thrown rather expertly at his head. Or that neanderthal had gotten in a lucky shot, either or, Admetus gave him silent kudos. But he couldn't stop the cringe on his face and the corner of his eye tensing from Owsin's loud voice. He didn't draw attention to himself though. Preferring the independence to take care of his own physical injuries. "Mmm..as fun as it sounds to meet the tom we sing about at the ball. Curious how right we are with those lyrics. I think I'm going to hit another club before the sun rises. You going to be okay with Ohmerala-Ding-Dong there Patchy?" He asked seriously, despite is penchant for ridiculous and sometimes witty nicknames.
((Will most likely exit Admetus in my next post.))
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 19, 2014 21:44:20 GMT -5
Tumble put a paw to his forehead, about ready to tear all his headfur out. Could he not just get away? Gahr! "I don't have any business with him," he replied shortly to Arnbjorn. If he'd thought Oswin would take him seriously, he wouldn't have mentioned Growltiger at all. Whatever hopes or ideas he had involving that tom...if he even existed... he had no intentions of sharing them with this lot. Though he couldn't help being intrigued at the thought that they had actually met the legendary pirate. If they were telling the truth. "I didn't know Missy here doesn't understand the concept of sarcasm. Enjoy your club, Adme; don't worry about me, I'm getting away from Ohm-Ding...whatever, and won't be likely to bump into her again if I'm lucky. See you around." He walked quickly away in the direction of the junkyard, before anyone could detain him again.
[Exit Tumble]
"You're lying!" Oswin burst out. "You want to meet Growltiger. You've wanted to meet him all your life." Seeing Tumble put his paws over his ears and keep walking, she screeched out, "And I know why, too! Because you think he can tell you about your father!" But he was either too far away to hear her, or didn't care. She turned back to the other two. "It's true," she confided. "You'd be surprised what people say in their sleep if you just try talking to them. He..." Suddenly it dawned on her how much trouble she was probably in. "You see how iffy he is," she said quickly to Arnbjorn. "So maybe he's acting like this now, I just need a few more chances to talk to him and he'll be completely won over, you'll see." She glanced at Admetus. "For the record, Ohm is a terrible nickname. Maybe I'll call you Meat Tusks, hmm?" She was half hoping Admetus would stick around and save her from having to walk back to the warehouse with Arnbjorn...who, no doubt, was more than a little put-out by this whole situation.
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Post by sansa on Oct 20, 2014 20:11:14 GMT -5
A drink sounded nice, but Arnbjorn wanted to get back to the Warehouse, and possibly let Macavity know what Oswin had done. There was a good chance that tom was a Jellicle. If word got back to that Jellicle tabby that the Henches were trying to recruit Jellicle kits... He crossed his bulky arms over his chest and watched him walk away in silence. Oswin's voice screeched in his ears. "Enough with the nicknames." His jaw clenched and he stared testily at Oswin. "Did you think this through at all?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 20:59:19 GMT -5
Admetus watched Tumblebrutus walk away and shook his head as Oswin yelled after his retreating form. Once Tumble was gone, Admetus eyeballed Oswin. "What the ruddy hell were you thinkin'?" His attention was deflected to Arnbjorn as the tom directed...a lame...comment at him. A gave the tom a mock salute, but it was clear that he wasn't about to stop with the nicknames. His nicknames were so much easier to remember then the cats actual name. Admetus always seemed to up his flirty side when he was around the jellicles. Gave him an excuse to get away with some of his...
Now how did that bloke put it? Admetus thought in his head. Ah! His inconsiderate and tasteless behavior. But with him being overly flirty, like Tugger, they seemed to tolerate his "behavior" better. He shrugged his shoulders, letting Oswin's epic fail pass over him. "The bloody jellicle probably has me pegged for a Henchie." It shouldn't have him affected too much. He just always enjoyed those balls more when they viewed him as a fortunate stray. A drink, on top of clunking out and sleeping till noon, was sounding better and better. "Hey Arnie." Admetus spoke with a smile on his face. "Do you think we can teach Ohmmy how to use that cute noggin of hers?"
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 20, 2014 21:27:46 GMT -5
Oswin clenched her fists at her sides. It was clearly time for some sort of major reaction, but she was uncertain whether to lose her temper or burst into tears or both. Here she had had such a great start with this tom, and now between the two of them Admetus and Arnbjorn had ruined it - and then blamed her and treated her like an imbecile! "You two haven't the slightest notion what you're talking about," she burst out. "I had such a great hold of him. I'd planted ideas in his head that he didn't even know yet. If you two hadn't kept interrupting, this whole situation would have gone differently. Now, thanks to you, I'm back to square one! Do you have any idea how much thought and energy I put into this, and now - squash - just like that! And the boss will blame me!" The last word came out as a sort of strangled shriek, and she began pulling up tufts of grass from beside the sidewalk and throwing them around.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 23:23:09 GMT -5
((Sorry Sansa. This just felt like the best time to exit Admetus. I won't be making a practice of this and I apologize for this.))
Admetus' steps halted midstep as Oswin started talking. The squeakier she got the wider Admetus' eyes got. Was the bint having a meltdown? It certainly seemed like that was what was happening. Pursing his lips into a thin line, he came to his own conclusion of how to handle this situation. He patted Arnbjorn's shoulder fondly and nodded in the direction of Oswin. "Yeah. That's all you, mate." And with those words, he parted ways with the two cats.
[Exit Admetus]
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Post by sansa on Oct 21, 2014 17:16:39 GMT -5
((That's perfectly fine, dear!))
"He was a Je-" Arnbjorn was cut off by Oswin's outburst. He was about to continue berating her, until he saw the look in her eyes. She was upset, very upset. Arnbjorn shifted immediately into ally mode. With only the slightest struggle, he shoved his annoyance back down. He turned to request Admetus' help, but the tom was already saying his goodbyes. He snorted. So much for Hench camaraderie. "Okay. Hey." Step one: calm her down. "Not the end of the world. If we can fix it, Macavity's not gonna have to know all the details. What needs to happen to fix this?"
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 21, 2014 18:03:11 GMT -5
Oswin froze and turned back round to face Arnbjorn, a fistful of grass still raised above her head. Slowly, she lowered her arm and opened her paw, letting the grass fall onto the ground but not throwing it. Giving a dramatic sniff and wiping away a few tears that had come, she sat down on the curb. "Well," she said, quite calmly, "I'll need another chance to speak to him. But not yet. If I follow him to the junkyard now - yes, I knew he was Jellicle - he'll be suspicious. He still doesn't know for certain who we are. And besides that, he needs to stew a bit. He's Jellicle, but he's bored with their way of life. If his curiosity runs as deep as I thought at first, he'll not be able to keep from wondering about what I told him. Next time, he could be willing to come with me and then... Who knows." She gave what she hoped was a nonchalant shrug, but truthfully she was growing excited again and impressed with her own cleverness. "Once we got him to the warehouse," she added, "who cares if he wants to be there? If nothing else, he could be a hostage, or we could make him do things for us under threat of his friends' deaths, or... Ah, you know, all those clever persuasive things the boss thinks of." She stopped to catch her breath, watching Arnbjorn for his reaction to her brilliant ideas.
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Post by sansa on Oct 23, 2014 12:11:43 GMT -5
Arnbjorn sighed at her dramatics, but listened patiently, standing above her. "You should have told me he was a Jellicle, you know," he said stubbornly. But he saw how her mind was working, and he definitely understood her thought process. That was definitely the kind of cat who usually found their way to the Henches. Using him as a hostage... well, Arnbjorn wasn't sure about that. But something like that would be Macavity's call in the end. "You should talk to the boss before doing anything else. Especially now. If he tells that tabby tom about what happened, they'll all be on high alert."
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