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Post by X2 on Oct 5, 2015 23:43:42 GMT -5
Gilbert had ran as far and as fast as he could, until he came across a hallway that didn't seem as loud. In fact the further down the walkway he went the more silent it became. Oh he still heard the thoughts and saw the flashes of memories of those he had recently physically touched, as if they all had just happened to him. But the outside noise had almost completely dissipated. He opened a large door at the end of the hall, after picking the lock with his claws, and took a deep sigh of relief. All at once it felt like a weight had lifted off his shoulders. The silence only made him realize how vulnerable and messed up his thoughts still were and before he knew it, his legs gave out. He fell to the floor of Macavity's room with a loud thud, unconscious before he had even hit the floor.
His limbs were all at awkward angles and positions due to him passing out without much notice. His discomfort wasn't enough to bring him out of his deep slumber, however. Luckily, all the thoughts in his head, and the stress he was enduring hadn't broken any blood vessels. That was the good news. The bad news was his frantic running and unanticipated fall had reopened the wound on his arm and the blood soon began to seep through the bandage that was there. Nothing was waking him up anytime soon, even the scared thought of a cat finding him and touching him wasn't enough to stir him from his prone form. The only sounds coming from him, were his faint whimpers, as his subconscious mind attempted to make sense of the swirl of meshed foreign memories inside his head. And its attempts to file them all away, in order to protect Gilbert's own thoughts/memories and sanity.
[For Macavity]
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Post by Moonstruck on Oct 9, 2015 11:32:43 GMT -5
After leaving the infirmary, Macavity had taken to the halls of his warehouse. He'd found that doing this every so often allowed him to be better knowledgeable about what was happening in his tribe. It also meant that should his presence be required by his henches he was there and available. He was also secure in the knowledge that the Jellicle mystic would still be in the warehouse - the tom had been in no state of mind to properly be able to navigate the halls enough to manage finding an exit.
Having made his way throughout the entire warehouse Macavity reoriented himself to his office. The single place that he easily spent the majority of his time while in the warehouse. His expression changed from surprise to anger to annoyance at noticing the lock to his room had been picked. It wasn't that the lock was necessarily hard to pick, but more the principle of the thing. Cats knew better than to that idiocy. He flexed his claws in irritation as he took a breath before opening the door. To be greeted by the smell of blood.
As he closed and relocked the door his gold eyes easily picked out the form of a tom - the Jellicle mystic, Gilbert. The anger drained while annoyance remained however because Gilbert was apparently passed out. With no solid way of rousing him - Macavity was going to keep his physical distance between them. So he sat at his desk in the room and leaned back, eyes scanning the room for a way to rouse the tom from unconsciousness. His eyes landed on a small knick knack, not too large but enough to startle someone should it land on them while sleeping. The ginger tom cleared his throat and waited a moment to see if Gilbert was a light enough sleeper to wake up from that before 'gently' tossing the small object aimed at his arm - counting on either the impact or pain to wake the tom up.
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Post by X2 on Oct 18, 2015 17:46:09 GMT -5
The cream-colored tom had slept soundlessly as another presence entered the room where he had passed out in. It had been a couple hours, and his dreams weren't as chaotic anymore. His subconscious was working through them the best it could before filing them away to protect Gilbert from drowning in images that didn't make sense to him. However, a sudden pang in his arm, dull throbbing of a old wound turning into a new aggravated trauma, stirred him from the depths of his mind. A small moan escaped his lips, as he fought to remain under. He lost, and groggily his ice-blue eyes were revealed as he opened his eyes.
He breathed in a shaky breath, confusion still on his face. While he was mostly over his latest ringer of memories forced upon him; Gilbert like every time he woke up after passing out, wasn't sure about his surroundings upon his initial awakening. He rubbed at his eyes, scrubbing the sleep from them. "..Ow." He protected his injured arm, flinging the offending book aside. His eyes finally gave a look around. There was a familiarity on his surroundings, before his ice-blue eyes landed on the ginger tom sitting a good distance away from him.
Well thank heavyside for small favors.
Gilbert was certain he didn't want any of Macavity's thoughts or memories in his head. Though he was going through Old Deuteronomy's children. Tantomile and Macavity were the only two of Old Deuteronomy's known children that he hadn't had to get a glimpse of. Mystically speaking. His rust and black mane stood up in disarray as he stared at Macavity. Assuming Macavity had been the one to throw the book at his arm, instead of it falling onto it by accident. "Nice shot." Gilbert said dryly, still keeping his injured arm closely to his body.
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Post by Moonstruck on Nov 3, 2015 19:45:28 GMT -5
Macavity watched as the tom seemed to be opposed to the idea of rousing and mentally willed him to lose that fight. The ginger tom needed him conscious, preferably now. Which luckily was what happened, and he didn't need to continue to attempt to wake the Jellicle up from a distance. He remained silent as the confusion was waited out, visually taking stock of the tom and looking for any noticeable nervous ticks. But all he observed was sleepy confusion before recognition set in as Macavity himself was noticed.
The hidden paw snorted at the comment. It wasn't as if the tom was a particularly hard target to hit, and he had more than his fair share of practice in hitting things. Either by his own means or tossing something. "I needed you conscious. Especially considering you actively entered my warehouse." He informed Gilbert, raising a brow and implying an inquiry into the Jellicle's motivations for that particular choice. Not that he was objected to it as he had set out Demeter specifically to accomplish the task.
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Post by X2 on Mar 4, 2016 14:18:33 GMT -5
Gilbert still felt light-headed. He hadn't gotten enough rest and felt like the memories and thoughts he had picked up still reached out to the outer edges of his mind. He almost felt buzzed and drunk, but a bit of his state was also partly due to the knock to his head, courtesy of Macavity throwing a book at him. Rubbing his head, Gilbert re-situated himself. If he was about to be interrogated or drug off to some dank dungeon, he wanted to have some semblance of comfort. "I have my reasons."
He did pause before memories leading up to him entering the warehouse began to resurface. Running into Coricopat, the tom had been so banged up and hurt. Gilbert swore he could still feel the phantom injuries on his own body. Though a quick look down reassured him that his arm was the only real injury he had. "How's Coricopat?" Gilbert asked softly. He wanted to know if the tom he had helped to the warehouse would pull through. One because he had memories of Coricopat being his half brother, and two because if the tom hadn't pulled through, then Gilbert could brace himself for what to expect from Macavity. Or try to brace himself.
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Post by Moonstruck on Mar 11, 2016 19:04:08 GMT -5
Oh Macavity almost snorted at Gilbert's almost flippant response. Everyone had reasons for what they did, but in this particular case he was rather interested in Gilbert's reasons. Instead of snorting, Mac's lip twitch vaguely upward and he raised a brow in simultaneous amusement and a bit challengingly. This was going to be an interesting conversation. Especially if that flippant disregard for the current power dynamic remained.
"As well as can be expected for his thick headed actions." Thanks to his previous conversation with Prrasha, Macavity had already known about his half-brother's injuries. And that he'd apparently been in the presence of a healer. Prrasha may be an unstable queen, but she wasn't dishonest in her reports to him. Plus he did have faith in Jellylorum's healing capabilities - if he hadn't Macavity would have never allowed her into the infirmary in the first place. "Though you must have very interesting reasons to bring an injured Hench back to the warehouse considering your residence in the Jellicle tribe." The ginger tom prodded, steering the conversation back to what he wanted to know and the reason he hadn't had Gilbert removed from his office upon finding him unconscious.
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Post by X2 on Mar 15, 2016 0:22:57 GMT -5
Gilbert didn't dare nod his head. He didn't want to jar his recovery in any way. But he was grateful that the Hench tom would make it. He'd get to keep his head, as it were, knowing that Coricopat was safe. His eyes went back to focusing on Macavity. He thoughth he caught some sort of challenging look or interest on Mack's part, but Gilbert was never good at reading those types of signals. The scrawny tom knew he could always use his abilities, take a peek. He was close enough to the ginger tom to be able to do a light noninvasive scan. However, the thought of going into the "Napolean of Crime's" mind, even for a quick scan, made Gilbert's stomach crawl.
He didn't know the tom all that well, and only knew of his reputation. Gilbert alsos knew that reputations weren't everything, but he wasn't going to take that chance. He did do a light lift of his shoulders, enough to be qualified as a shrug. From Macavity's perspective he was very much a jellicle and an enemy. But while he lived there, and had been living there for years, Gilbert still felt like an outsider. "Coricopat promised me information in return for helping him back here." He realized then that he was still staring at Macavity. He wasn't about to back down, and Gilbert had to wonder if this was sheer stupidity on his part, what with silently accepting some hidden challenge from Macavity. Or if his stubbornness was making it impossible for him to be anything other then an ass. "Truthfully, I don't expect him or you to honor that deal."
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Post by Moonstruck on Mar 16, 2016 15:27:16 GMT -5
Well he was definitely right. A smile cracked Macavity's face as he laughed, although it was not exactly a friendly smile. Or laugh. Sure Macavity was amused by Gilbert but the laugh also held a taunting quality to it. Mostly because apparently Gilbert didn't fully grasp that really he had no power in this situation other than the fact that Macavity wanted a vulnerable mystic out of the yard. And he was. The ginger tom had been told that this mystics was less ballsy then he apparently was. He'd almost suspected more of a skittish tom. Apparently he wasn't integrated into the yard as much as he'd believed. This could definitely be turned in his favour.
However he did need to clear one thing up quickly. "Truthfully Gilbert, I have no deal with you. Whatever my half-brother promised you is on him to fulfill." Besides, even if he was theoretically response for his half-brother's promise there was no evidence one had been made. Gilbert's claim of being promised information could not be rejected nor proved. Although if it was information that lured Gilbert into the warehouse in the first place he wondered at how useful it would be as a lure to coax him into the idea of remaining outside of the yard. "So I would suggest your actual reasoning to entering the warehouse comes to light. I do not usually take lightly to those who trespass in my office."
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