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 Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 3:18 pm
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Aaah, what refreshing air there was in the grey morning! " 'And Dawn with her rosy fingers . . .'" he quoted from a book he had read long ago, settling down on the edge of a high rooftop to watch the sun rise, looking content with himself. The Basement Cat above the cieling of a house? How unthinkable! He chuckled a bit at his own irony, tail flicking with his mirth. His legs hung over the edge, heels lightly brushing against the wall, and currently he was leaned back slightly - quite casual for a cat who thought himself fit to rule all of the territories.
What a world he saw beyond those books of old! Had Homer once sat outside and seen this very sunrise? Socrates, Plato, Caesar, Nero, Alexander, Hilter, Einstein, and so many other famous figures: emporer and dictator, scholar and scientist, all had walked upon this very land once. But had time grown so lax as to produce a new face of the age? It was overdue, he believed, for a shining figure to make himself known. A figure that would hold the torch and lead all freecollars into a new era of enlightenment and peace!
And it would not have been done in the stale air of underground, under the care of a neglectful owner and with an unreliable brother, no . . . He regretted not what he had done to be allowed to take this sweet sip of freedom at last. Time enough had been used up biding, planning, training . . . Now it was time to sample this world of Ikebokuro.
He tilted his head back and inhaled deeply. "Aah . . . Smoke from the diner, fried fish from the fast food restaurant, Friday's unmentionables in the trash, and coffee. Truly a given day here," he commented with a little smile as a soft breeze picked up. His tie flapped a little in this wind, making that small smile grow into a grin: like watching a flicker of fire . . .
Who could say that wanna-be leaders didn't want their breaks to just enjoy life between work, hmm? Tehre was much to be done, yes, but for now he who had lived in the basement was satisfied knowing that the world outside was not quite as drear or dull as his previous . . . human had.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 3:30 pm
She wasn't young anymore. Not that that statement meant anything around here really, but she wasn't as dull as she once was. Between her family hunting her, the fire... it all had made her much more wise then most of the pathetic rulers around these parts. London stuck to the shadows, her deep purple gaze scanning the area, her hand flicking the lighter at her side on, off, on off, three times, before she stepped into the light. London didn't look like anything special really, other then having the possibility of beauty under her rough exterior, just like anyone else in this pigsty.
But she was doing something today, something that was important to her and El's cause, she was out to recruit. To find those worthy enough to appose the Anbu, her devious power hungry family that had controlled this town for long enough, it was her turn, and those bastards would learn what it meant to leave one of their own for dead.
That is, if they hadn't already. In her mind she imagined the smell of the trees burning, of the flame that refused to go out, her fathers face. It was enough to make any daughter proud. b*****d deserved everything she had done, and will do.
Her gaze drifted up to some cat talking to himself, which wasn't entirely unusual here, but even still it irritated her. "Yo, Hitler, shut the ******** up."
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 3:42 pm
"Mm?" For a moment, even the basement cat thought that the city might have been talking to him. Idle thoughts, ah idle thoughts, how they brought out the poet in him! Like a city could talk. No, the voice had not come from around but rather below, and he leaned forward to see a particularly raggy female glaring up at him. "Vulgar language, tsk tsk," he said, even laughing a little. "I meant no harm by my words. But let me toast to your hearing capabilities, my dear." The words had been spoken more to himself than aloud after all. He nodded to her for his "toast". "Though 'tis a curious choice of a name you have chosen for me! Hitler is not often invoked, and not so lightly. Might I ask why you chose him out of the thousands of other dictators?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:05 pm
London rolled her eyes, debating even acknowledging the others exitance more then she already had, but the opportunity to piss someone off.. it was too much to pass by."Because Hitler, was a idiotic pompous a*****e, which spoke too highly of himself. Most guys that relate themselves to the masters usually are very very very similar to the man that died in his own ambition." She ran a hand through her already ruffled hair, pleased with herself, as her other hand clicked the lighter on and off as though with its own accord.
At the third time she smirked and walked into the sunlight, allowing it to turn her hair into the distraction it was meant to be. Tucked into the waistband of her pants was a sheath with a rather large blade tucked into it. She wanted to play, and no dumb-a** cat talking to himself would distract her. It was time to find brother dearest. Her body moved like one practiced in dancing almost, with a liquid grace... but this was nothing like that, it was merely the dance of someone very very deadly, looking for some unsuspecting soul. In this case, she hoped her sibling as just as self assured as he was once as a kit.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:21 pm
The basement cat actually laughed at this. "Oh, how astute you are!" he said, leaning forward more . . . more . . . ah, ther ehe was, toppling off the roof! But he seemed nonchalant even as he flipped over once in the air, and a soft clicking sound was heard as the metal claws of his right glove shot out and lodged themselves into the building's wall, slowly his fall considerably as he slid down. Once there was a nice distance between his feet and the ground, he kicked off the wall and landed squarely on his feet, looking quite satisfied with the execution.
"Perhaps he was indeed," he went on to say as the claws sheathed back with a click. "Though that 'idiotic, pompous a*****e' also nearly achieved European dominance and succeeded in making one entire country prefer neutrality than to oppose him. Opinions color perceptions even while history attempts to remain impassive. But I would hate to argue with a woman whose barbed tongue would lash out so easily." He eyed her, wondering if she concealed a weapon somewhere in that . . . lack of clothing. He opened his hands out in a peacable gesture, smiliing amiably. "I am no Hitler, madam, not in your context of the name."
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:31 pm
She stopped, gripping her hand tightly around her lighter, wondering -perhaps not for the first time- if it would do her any good to catch fire to his greasy looking hair and watch it burn. "He also slaughtered a great many people in his ambition because perhaps, someone, might just be better then him. Now correct me if im wrong, but where I lived, I learned to judge people pretty damn well. Your.just.like.that." She flicked the lighter on, keeping her back to him, her eyes blazing, but a slow smirk formed on her face.
"Sorry, but im no fool and your certainly not fooling me." She strode off once again, her boots making a soft 'thud' against the cobblestones, the smile never wavering from her face. Instead of flicking the lighter on and off, her hand remained dangerously still, the scars making it seem slow and useless. "The mountain will not bow to the wind, no matter how much it howls. You should learn that quote. Because theres always someone bigger and bader then you out there."
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:41 pm
"Oh my." If he didn't suspect that the woman would just as soon leap at his throat, he would have tilted his head back and laughed at her accusations. As it was, neither exposing his neck nor laughing too loudly at her words appeared to be a very good idea; thus, he settled for a deep-throated chuckle. "I recall that quote in fact. A Disney movie, was it not? You did not strike me as the kind who would enjoy childish material. Good quality animation though," he amended with a slight nod, eyes glancing momentarily at the lighter in her hand.
"My dear, if you claim yourself a good judge of character, then enlighten me as to how you would liken me to such a famous dictator. At most I have spoken to myself atop the roof about what a beautiful sunrise this morning has given, which you happened to hear in passing and decided to comment upon," he pointed out casually. "Leading to this conversation in which you have done nothing but throw wild statements about my character whilst I remained polite. Now tell me, is this all neccessary? Certainly I have done nothing against you to incite such fiery words."
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:50 pm
"I owe you no explanation." She said, her voice dropping to a sweet alto, singing of promise ... though of what you couldn't quite tell. But one could guess pain was involved, which may or may not be a good in this ******** case. London gave a soft chuckle, turning to face him, her violet eyes flashing something darker, as though she was eating him alive by simply looking at him. She lifted a and and brushed her bangs from her face, which was a hopeless cause, the multicolored strands were catching the wind.
"but, if I may be so bold, whom do you, nameless stranger, think you resemble?" A soft smile was on her face, keeping it looking fragile, but the rest of her was tensed, ready... just ready for something she was sure neither of them would like in the end.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 6:00 pm
No explanation could easily mean just that instead of a hidden one. Were strange gazes common in Ikebokuro, he wondered, to produce such cats that seemed to be either undressing him with their eyes or otherwise imagining horrible things to them? But even under such a ravenous gaze he kept calm, returning the eye-contact. "Me? Ah, I resemble no-one, I suppose, besides myself," the cat answered with a tiny shrug. "Or perhaps there are many black cats running amok and I am merely one of the ones you have caught in that piercing purple gaze of yours; it suits you, I think, the unnaturally beautiful color to the equally unnaturally beautiful hair for an unusually passionate person. You, my dear, are quite unique if the past four minutes have taught me anything. Do cherish that boldness, for there are boring characters by the dozen who will blend into the crowd at a moment's notice."
After all, why not chat with the person who called him Hitler?
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 6:25 pm
London watched him for a split second, her smile never wavering, but her eyes narrowing slightly. "thats it, im out." she turned, ignoring his complements and strode away. "How stupid do you think I am?" she growled under her breath, her eyes flashing. -oh how beautiful your eyes... la di da bullshit. Unique. what. the ********. ever.- London rolled her eyes and cracked her knuckles on her thigh. Stupid men, they were all the same.
She shot a look over her shoulder, looking him up from head to toe. Unique my imaginary balls.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 7:53 pm
"Stupid?" he repeated with evidence of confusion. The selkirk did not follow her, still quite planted where he was, taking instead to just admiring her back as he had her front. "You have a habit of filling in words, my dear," he called to her as she happened to look behind briefly. "'Tis a shame, really. I would not mind this so if it weren't all negative. I hardly think a woman that can call a cat down from his high perch without so much much as a strain of effort 'stupid'. 'Blunt', perhaps, 'coercive' even. But not an insult to her intelligence."
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 1:38 pm
"cut the act romeo. Talking about my eyes and bullshit, either you think im a idiot and cant see through your act or your the dumbass." London flicked the lighter open, waving her fingers through the flame, feeling the scars tighten and loosen accordingly, it was a familiar feeling now, but to most people it wasn't really something you got used to.
"just tell me what the hell you want. I don't have the time to play your games." The lighter clicked off and she pocketed it, brushing her bangs from her face in order to look at him dead on. She spun her body around so that she was facing him once more. "I have someone that needs killing, and your wasting my time with a speech on the beauty or oddity or what the ******** ever of my eyes. I, need to go make sure my brother doesn't start getting his lack of opposition from going to his head. Oh and torment the kitty police once more. Don't you have someone else to stalk?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 2:02 pm
Aaah, at least she had enough patience to listen to him rather than simply walk off. Though . . . Ah well, there was no point in bringing up the fact that because she had decided to comment in the first place he had come down. "Not a soul," he replied cheerily. "I am quite friendless, madam. I wanted nothing in particular, as this conversation happened quite by accident, however . . . I am interested in this "kitty police" you speak of. Might I tail behind?" he asked. "At least as far as there territory if you would hate to have company for too long? Though a good kill in the morning does start the day off well." It would be best to get a good look at what might be one of the more delicate groups to persuade for his cause.
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