shizoo
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Post by shizoo on Jun 30, 2013 11:07:06 GMT -5
Misto/Quaxo's quarters were large spare & ugly, but private. The only light to the room was a skylight dripping moonlight onto the floor. The only brightness came from several colorful blankets & pillows on a larger than average bedding 'nest'. On a card table were set out several herbal healing balms, soft bandages & jugs of clean water. Other than the bedding, the only other personal notes were pictures of the Jellicles drawn from images of the Ball, including one of Cori & Tantomile in a rare moment of laughter, Victoria in one of her beautiful poses, Krystalle, Jemi & there were several prominent ones of Tugger in various positions all drawn with a loving hand. It was quiet & there would be no one about when the two Jellicles rematerialized.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2013 11:53:39 GMT -5
He reached for Jelly and soon enough his world was in an array of colors he had never thought existed. He ended up in a dark den. "Damn it Misto! He yelled. The teleporting took a lot out of the Maine Coon that he did not have to spare. He staggered on his bad leg and fell. He could not put his arm out to help support himself thanks to that stupid black tom. What was this place. he thought Misto was shifting them back to the yard. This place still smelled like the warehouse. Had Misto betrayed him again? He managed to use his other arm to push himself to sit up. He was running on empty. Trying to not appear hurt in front of his older brother and the teleporting...it was a lot. However his job here was far from over. He looked onto the table. Pictures.....good ones, drawn of the jellicles in the yard. This was Misto's den. He saw there were more pictures of Tugger then anyone else. Hot tears flooded his deep brown eyes. He blinked them away. He wanted to get up, to take a closer look, but could not find the strength.
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Post by ShirQuickpaw on Jul 1, 2013 17:35:21 GMT -5
Tantomile opened her eyes slowly and let her gaze wander around the den, she had found herself and her brother in. Quickly she deduced that this must be Mistofelees private den. The wicce then turned her attention towards her brother and let a frown show on her face.
"You are in dire need of my help, tribe brother. Please sit down over there..."
Tantomile motioned towards the bedding, while she went over to the table to take an account of the healing asccessoires.
"It seems Mistofelees had anticipated our need. He left everything I need to help you before the matron, Jennyanydots, has a chance to treat you."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 20:01:50 GMT -5
Tugger stared silently at the pictures. The ones drawn of him, made his heart hurt. His deep brown eyes looked longingly at all the photos. He did not even hear Tantomile's request. He managed to struggle and stand. Limping terribly over to the table. He saw the bed full of color. This was his Misto, why was he here? Of all places, of all jellicles...why him?
"What's happening Tanto...." Tugger finally spoke after a long silence. The tall leopard male was numb now. His body merely understood him limitations due to his injuries, but Tugger, was so torn, hurt, shocked by his dear friend, he was numb.
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Post by ShirQuickpaw on Jul 2, 2013 3:18:40 GMT -5
Tantomile stopped in her preperations and turned her head towards her sibling. Her eyes widen for a second then she walked over to Tugger and laid a paw on his shoulder trying to guide him to the pillows. With her soft whispering voice she said:
"I am not fully sure, dear one. Though he certainly seemed still favorably inclined to our causes, it seems our magician is no longer part of our tribe. Just like my twin he seemed to have sought the company of the unnamed...of our lost brother. The reason I cannot fanthom, though knowing our sibling and his devious ways, I am sure he had means to make up the magician's mind for him."
Tantomile sighed gently.
"I currently doubt it is in our power to change this situation. The attempted rescue of the matron Jellylorum showed quiet clearly, that we are currently in a weaker position against him and his henches. Your own wounds speak the truth of this. We need to council with the tribe leader, our father, dear one. To achive that I really need to tend to your wounds or you won't be strong enough to return."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 18:52:29 GMT -5
Tugger remained staring at the hand painted portrait of him. Misto's brushstrokes were out of love. Something else was going on here. It only angered him more that his older brother Coricopat managed to betray them. Two mystics....what was Macavity up too?
"He is not going to win" He held onto his sister and limped heavily towards the pillows. His pain was more apparent in his face now. Yet he was still stuck on that pale white face of Mistoffelees. That hurt him more then his leg or shoulder.
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Post by ShirQuickpaw on Aug 5, 2013 14:41:34 GMT -5
Tantomile followed her brother towards the pillows with everything she needed to tend his wounds. She started first to clean it with the water, trying not to hurt him more with it. she frowned slightly with his words and stopped slightly in her movements for a moment.
"Tugger, there is no winning or loosing. Not in the way you are saying. There is surviving though. And I agree that our wayward brother won't succeed to vanquish our tribe, regardless how much he will try."
Her face shows one of her rare smiles.
"The magician still holds the tribe in high regard. His recent actions and these mementos in his den show this quite clearly. He won't be made a tool in Macavity's conquest of our tribe."
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Post by shizoo on Aug 5, 2013 19:06:27 GMT -5
Mr Mistofolees' hands smoked & bled. He was exhausted & dawn was approaching. Reluctantly, he headed for his den, knowing he had to finally confess to what had happened to him. Misto could feel Quaxo stirring in him & getting stronger as the power waned. Misto: <This is your fault, you weakling, you should have told The Tugger when it first happened.> Quaxo snarled in pain. <Well, I didn't see you rushing in with any solutions either.> Other henches gave him a wide berth as he stalked down the hallway & his den area was completely deserted. Macavity's tribe members may be a motley lot, but most weren't stupid. Even the ones who figured out his weakness wouldn't mess with him usually, because of what might happen to them on the next full moon. . Quaxo's heart was aching-Tugger had looked so betrayed. Tears sizzled down his cheeks as he paused outside his door. Well, he had to do this sometime.
The tuxedo male quietly opened the door & slipped inside to greet his visitors, just in time to hear Tantomile's last comment. He softly closed the door behind him so they wouldn't be overheard. His sparkling coat was shimmering in the dim light giving the scene a slightly surrealistic quality. His eyes adjusted quickly & he saw Tantomile leaning over her brother treating his wounds, while Tugger stared at one of his drawings. . . Misto gave a soft cry of pain as he involuntarily clenched his fist bursting several of the blisters. Swiftly, he tried to regain his equilibrium, feeling as if the world was rocking out from under his feet. They thought . .Tugger thought he was the enemy now? Wearily, he limped over to his table & sat on the chair; his eyes unerringly tracking Tugger's every movement & breath. "Good evening. . or should I say morning my friends. I would say 'well met' but well, under the circumstances. . ." Misto trailed off, unsure of what to say or how to convince them he wasn't their enemy. "I suppose you would like an explanation." He tried quietly. "But first, Tugger how badly are you injured?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 16:32:12 GMT -5
Tugger was so distracted by the picture and trying not to wince in pain he did not notice Misto walking in. When Misto spoke Tugger's head turned quickly. His dark brown eyes met Misto's briefly then looked down at Tantomile tending his wounds.
"I'm fine" He said shortly. He was angry all over again. His multicolored tail whipped behind him. He looked back over at Misto. "I would be on my way, but seems your new employer had other plans. " He shot at him. Sure it wasn't fair, but Tugger was lied to. He came here to save Jelly and ended up betrayed by someone who he held very special in his life. Misto was VERY special to him. "Why are you here?" Tugger demanded more then asked.
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Post by shizoo on Aug 25, 2013 7:43:46 GMT -5
Ignoring Tugger's outburst for the moment, Misto looked at Tantomile. "Dear lady, would you be so kind as to tell me the truth? How injured is your brother?" The tuxedo cat was attempting to hide his turmoil behind formality. Of course, he'd also always appreciated the quiet female. Her good sense & gentle nature were soothing & easy to be around. Wistfully, he rather wished she was the one he was attracted too-rather than the tempestuous Tugger. His large silvery gold eyes unerringly went back to Tugger's face drinking in the sight of him. His poor attempt at drawing didn't even come close to reality. Softly he added, "My tale is long & difficult, & you deserve to hear it, but I wish to make sure, you aren't going to die in the middle of it." He shuddered at even the thought of that happening to Tugger or Tantomile for that matter. The long & the short of it, was he loved them & they were in part, why he was exiled here. His heart was pulsing with a familiar longing, & pain to equal Tugger's shone out of his eyes as he waited to hear Tantomile's assessment of Tugger's injuries.
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Post by Autumn on Aug 29, 2013 19:35:35 GMT -5
Quiet as, well as a cat Griddlebone moved through the sleeping areas of the henches, all sorts of rooms were there, it was like a maze, and thankfully she knew her path around it quite well. She followed Mistos scent for some time before it just pretty much ended as he most likely teleported himself somewhere. Most likely to his own den! She thought
It was hard for her not to be around Misto, she liked the shy tom quite a bit. He was nice, small, great dancer and an even better strip poker player, not that she had much to strip off, but even then. She moved through the halls, which door lead to Mistos rooms again ? She'd been there twice, both times when teleported there.
She then relied on her senses, listening carefully for voices at each door. Finally she heard Misto talking to someone, and then a sharp retort, That has to be Tugger, she thought, then she heard the demand by the other voice, yep, that's Tugger, no missing that tone!.
Quietly she snuck up to the door and pressed against it, listening carefully. Focused more on footsteps then anything else. If Misto knew she was eavesdropping she'd be in trouble. The minute she heard footsteps heading for the door, she planned to bolt, straight up and out of complete view. Until then she listened at the door, her left ear pressed up against the thick wood, which she could smell recent fires of.
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Post by ShirQuickpaw on Sept 11, 2013 5:47:05 GMT -5
Tantomile was busily treating Tugger's wound, only her ears showed that she followed the conversation and words around her quiet actively. She paused slightly at Mistofelees' question.
"My brother escaped the Black Cat's claws with his famous luck but should be treated by the matron and healer none the less. I was able to treat his wounds well enough that he should survive the passage to the junkyard without any permanent injury."
She then continued to finish her treatment before she turned towards Mistofelees and left her hooded deep golden eyes rest on his face.
"Will you able to assist us to achieve that goal, magician?"
Though curiosity shone in her eyes with no word she mentioned Mistofelees' defection from the tribe and into Macavity's service. As with her twin, she accepted the fact and could wait with patience for any explanation that might be offered in proper time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 17:58:34 GMT -5
Tugger looked from Tantomile to Mistoffelees. He was in pain and very irritated. "I told you both, I am not going anywhere until" He turned to Misto "I know why you are here...it makes no sense. Come home with us" Tugger was angry, and hurt. Misto meant to much to him.
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Post by shizoo on Sept 17, 2013 7:10:42 GMT -5
Quaxo was feeling more & more drained as his powers abated with the moon. He looked at Tugger with anguish, then slowly crossed over to his guests. He slowly held out his paws to them. They were blistered & charred looking. The black tom looked from Tantomile to Tugger quietly. "Dear lady, when you are done tending your brother, I would appreciate your help as well." Dispassionately he surveyed the damage, hmph. Misto must have been showing off, it was worse than usual., but then the lure of showing off for Tugger, would have been irresistable. He couldn't blame him for that. The Maine Coon was all he could think of most days & ironically one of the biggest reasons he stayed at the warehouse. It was a tragic farce worthy of Shakespeare himself. He'd just never seen himself cast as Juliet. He gave himself a mental rap on the head, as now was not the time for rumination. He looked at both the cats in front of him. Quaxo didn't think either of them had seen this side effect before. Dropping beside Tugger, capturing his beloved's eyes with his own anguished silvery-gold ones, he spoke, "Something happened at the Jellicle Ball. Whomever Macavity had enlisted to catnap your father did something to my powers in retaliation. They are growing out of control." Quaxo figured Tanto might catch all the implications of how disasterously dangerous that would be, but he could see, Tugger wasn't ready to listen. He gave the female a pleading look-for what help, he wasn't quite sure.
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Post by ShirQuickpaw on Sept 17, 2013 15:34:44 GMT -5
Tantomile looked long and hard at Mistofelees, stretching the silence longer and longer, while her eyes wandered over his face, the paws he presented. She took his wounds and scars in, with no muscles betraying or showing her thoughts. Finally her eyes returned to his. Again she looked into his eyes and finally nodded and started to work on the latest lacerations of Mistofelees paws.
With no word or gesture she acknowledged his explanation of why he left. She still presented herself as someone who accepted it as a fact and someone who respected someones decision.
While dealing with Misto's wounds, she turned a stern gaze on Tugger and with the authority of an older sibling and one of the advisers of the tribe she told him.
"There will be times, when you and the magician will find the answers to your troubles and maybe even ways out of your dilemma. But these are not those times. You will come with me, when we leave this place and if the magician decides to stay behind, he will!"
The "Are we clear on this?" she didn't say out loud, but her whole stance and tone of voice spoke it louder as if she had screamed it at him.
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