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*ooooh Jason was not in for a good night. Mongrel cocked his head at the man, then looked down, amost as if he didnt KNOW he was wearing more metal than most punks*

Chains? Mongrel has these so brother knows where he is and can make him stay still. Mongrel sometimes plays too hard.

*He looked HAPPY as he said it. Of course, the chains served many purposes with the weird elf. One, they let anyone around him know where he was in seconds. Two, they allowed Cerberus to quell Mongrel's rampages by hauling them. Three, they meant the pack could leave Mongrel somewhere and be CERTAIN he's still be there when they got back. Of course, back in the day they;d also been ghe first set of chains used on the sane elf whiel b***h worked him over and turned him into Mongrel. He was as psychologically attached to the metal as he was physically, almost as if chained to what little sanity he had.*

Jay...sonn. Jason. I like Jason.

*Mongrel cocked his head, closing his eyes as if listening to the fairies, then he smiled and when his eyes opened they were much calmer.
Slowly, he stood and walked towards Jason, his awkwardness gone, in its place liquid grace as he flowed forwards, all hips, with one hand extended to point*

Cerberus is close. Closer. Why, do I worry you Jay-sonn? Is there something wrong?

*Mongrel grinned, revealing his sharp canines. He hadnt stopped moving forwards and with a lick of his lips he leapt.....


WHUMP.

The door behind Jason would thud open into the far wall, something blue haired tearing through it in a flying tackle, knocking Mongrel to the floor with a snarl. A rattle of chains indicate dthe end of the VERY brief brawl, Mongrel yelping and whimpering, then settling down as Cerberus, who else, straightened up, a tight grip on the elf's chains, restraining him*

Lay off Mongrel, behave yourself. This isnt our town.

*The elf whimpered and nodded, settling back and ceasing what little struggle he'd been capable of, passive once more now his keeper was back*

Sorry about that sir. He's an ex-crackhead, into body modifications. Little masochist doesnt realise other people dont like pain too. I dont normally leave him alone, but I didnt think anyone'd be here for the short time I was away.

*Which was about the BEST lie anyone could come uip with to explain away the bizarre creature that was Mongrel in any sort fo normal terms.*

Not until after he'd already killed half his brain cells or more, but family si family... cant just abandon em, ya know?

*Cerberus looked quite casual, and now that he was back, Mongrel was TOTALLY harmless, coiled about his brother's legs like a comfortable cat. Cerberus sat himself at a table and smiled, with normal teeth, at Jason*

Dont let him get to you. He wont do a thing now Im back. I apologise again for the fright.

Im sorry would you rather I took the chains OFF?

*Cerberus was smiling dangerously now. Hell, he'd TRIED, right? He had to get points fo rthat. Back home, Mongrel'd simply have gotten a free meal and Cerberus woudl have taken his time, or at least had fun letting the kid know exactly what his pet brother was and why he was that way. Here... he'd at least givena MODICRUM of respect to the Masquerade... if Jason was too stupid to accept the lie and cut and run... well, he was aksing to be eaten, right?

Somehow, Cerberus kept his fangs in check, not showing them, Mongrel remaining passive at his feet as tension flowed through Cerberus' muscles, but he didnt act*

It was this or send him to an asylum. He'd have died in an asylum. I got special dispensation, as long as he doesnt hurt anybody.

Cant say I blame you. If you go back to the main street and turn left, theres a restaurant about 10 minutes down that does exquiste chinese. I highly recommend it. Have a good night.

*Smiling like he meant it, Cerberus waited till the man had gone, then sagged with relief*

GodDAMN these Camarilla types dont get to have ANY fun.
Mongrel is hungry...
You and me both. Fancy some take out?
Only if you get me someone Russian.
Russian? RUSSian? What ARE you on?
You insulted me. I am NOT a crack head.
You ******** are. Its just other cainites, not crack, you want...
Regardless, for the insult, you owe me...

*There was a brief, violent motion. Mongrel suddenly found himself up o his tiptoes, chains twisted with practiced cruelty so he couldnt move a muscle, his head twisted so his neck was bared. With a savage bite, Cerberus tore into his sibling, taking a massive chunk out of him, then lapped at the blood until Mongrel stopped it form flowing*

I owe you NOTHING, brother, you owe me EVERYTHING. You obey ME, remember? I made you what you are.
Thank-you master, Yes, master...

*Nodding with satisfaction at the answers, Cerberus dropped the elf, stroking a hand through his hair like a pet, then headed for the door. Still healing the gash to his neck, Mongrel followed obediantly after, whimpering quietly with thos ecrazed eyes darting around him*

*It would be a couple of hours before the impressive regeneration of a true immortal, a Ceilican, brought Javos back to consciousness. His broken ribs were reduced to mere hair line fractures, and even his arm, pierced through and raw as it still was thanks to the shock band, was looking a lot healthier, albeit scarred where the band sat and had cut into him.

Blinking his eyes open, they glowed with dull green light as he took in his surroundings, shifting back to cat form to rest his more sense aware head on his paws, stretched out in front of him. His head felt heavy, his thoughts sluggish and foggy as he sniffed. Tavern. Dusty, old, not often used. He though he knew where he was.
Could he move? He didnt know. He couldnt even tell if he still had the collar on, until a weary back leg raised and scratched at his neck. Good. It was gone. Still, he could FEEL the links in his arm, more comfortable since he shifted, the cat form seemingly his best idea, and he could SENSE the all pervading evil of the blade around him. Odd.

Slowly, carefully, the big cat stood up. He swayed, forgetting how many paws he had for a moment and settling on three, which of course sent him into a wall as he mis-stepped, but then he recovered and limped out from behind the bar, eyes roving over the entire bar. His nose twitched again, scenting for anyone else. Scenting for... Iden*

Gods... what the ******** is wrong with my life... how the ******** did it come to this....

*Moving across the floor with more confidence now he believed he was alone, Javos actually had a tear in his eye for the loss of his mentor, master and friend. He mourned for Iden as he looked at the windows and contemplated how he had come to be here.
Rational thought... didnt help. He still had the links in his arm. As long as those were there... he KNEW he wasnt safe, and that he wasnt here by accident.
Settling down, he chewed at his arm with his long fangs, uncaring of the pain in his flesh as he dug for the links, trying to work out if there was ANY way to pry it out of his own body. For the second time in a short period, he was experiancing captivity, pain.. and a lust for freedom*

Any god thats listening... please please help me.