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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 0:25:30 GMT -8
"Your skills with the razor are coming along very nicely," Brachen commented, thousand-watt smile brimming as he watched the pretty red splatters spread all over the place- blood spilt by his protege, and he felt utterly energized by the sight. "The straight blade is your weapon, I think."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 0:33:08 GMT -8
Macavity paused for a long moment before shaking his arm out, glancing down at the blade and swallowing. On the other paw, he was certainly getting much more used to things like this, barely thinking about it anymore. "Thanks," he muttered, wiping the blade down and sticking it back in it's holder.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 0:42:03 GMT -8
"You're a natural. You really are." Brachen preferred solid knives and daggers himself, but the straight razor was a respectable weapon that got the job done just as easily. "He wasn't making his neck a very easy target, but somehow you got in there. Keep up this pace, and there might even be a promotion in the works for you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 0:46:20 GMT -8
Mac blinked at that for a moment, shrugging a little self-consciously. He opened his mouth to say something as he heard the sound of sirens and his ears flattened. "Hell."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 0:50:38 GMT -8
Brachen's fur bristled. He'd been so distracted...he hadn't even heard. "Run," he commanded shortly before shooting off into the woods at a flat sprint. "How did they know we were here?!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 0:54:20 GMT -8
"Doesn't runnin' just make it look obvious?" Mac demanded, though he was following the other.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 1:01:07 GMT -8
"We're covered in blood!" Brachen howled, a little too gleefully given the situation. "That is a little obvious, don't you think?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 1:07:15 GMT -8
Macavity nearly tripped at that. "... Point," he said between breaths as they ran along. "Do you have any idea where ta head?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 1:14:38 GMT -8
Brachen thought about it for a few moments, brush whipped at the pants of his suit. "The river first, in case they have dogs. Then I know an abandoned mill we can hide out in until the heat's off. Nobody even knows it's there."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 1:18:29 GMT -8
Mac nodded, though he was behind the other and it wasn't like the other tom would notice him. "Alright," he said finally.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 1:38:34 GMT -8
Brachen made a b-line for the river, water splashing up and over his legs, hindering movement for a moment (and he envisioned some great monster of mud rising up and swallowing him- chewing him whole and spitting him back out again to be found down river). With a wild dash, a shrill giggle of the chase, he kept his goal single minded and managed to keep his footing in the water, the sucking riverbed. "This sure is exciting, isn't it?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 1:46:16 GMT -8
Mac made a sound that might have been a laugh, though it sounded much more nervous. "Excitin', sure," he said, floundering in the river, falling over and almost going under, forcing himself back up. "Excitin' as can be," he said, once he was on more solid footing again.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 1:51:26 GMT -8
Brachen was dripping whet, his pants muddied and clinging to his shins. Unfortunately, their little traipse through the river seemed to have washed the splatter out...He was a little disappointed about that, but they were alive, so there was a lot to be said for it. He led the way to the abandoned mill.
It could hardly be called a shelter, there were so many holes in the roof, and moss looked as though it was laying the foundations for a civilization. There was, miraculously, a safe, dry spot in a corner. It was by a broken window and would give them a view upriver just in case they had been followed.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 1:54:30 GMT -8
"Lovely place," Mac commented, shivering slightly. Damnit, that river had been cold and the place didn't offer much in the way of warmth either. Or letting Tugger know what happened... sonofabitch. "Quite the fixer-upper, hm?" He wrapped his arms around himself, shifting from paw to paw.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 2:01:14 GMT -8
Brachen raised an eyebrow. "Are you cold? You look cold." Brachen wasn't even sure he really felt it right then, he was so filled with the nervous energy of the chase, the threat of being confronted - not that he had any wild fantasies about being arrested, but rather thoughts of how quickly he could get out his knives before the cops had drawn their guns, the brilliant blaze of blood and glory that would take them all in an instant.
He saw the younger cat shifting from paw to paw, and he remembered why he had decided against trying his luck, and the cacophony of battle calmed in his head.
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