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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 16:08:54 GMT -8
"That's good," Brachen replied, and suddenly pondered the things he had been able to see looking into Hollister's eyes - a killer's eyes, even if he didn't know it yet.
((I think he knows that, the evil bastard.))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 16:12:18 GMT -8
Mac's head turned toward the other and he raised a brow in surprise. "That's good?" he asked. "It is?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 16:42:14 GMT -8
"If they could see the conviction in your eyes they might die of fright."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 23:23:36 GMT -8
For a very long moment Mac just blinked at him, unsure how to feel about that exactly. "I, conviction?" he asked finally, trying to place whether that was a good thing or not.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 22, 2011 23:36:30 GMT -8
"I've seen you change a lot- and in ways counter to society's image, changes that will be hard for you if cats ever found out...but you don't seem greedy, per se." He leaned back into the wall again, satisfied that his knives would be well taken care of. "I don't know why you're doing it, really, but you seem willing to do a lot for a better life."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2011 23:59:15 GMT -8
For another long moment Macavity just considered the other cat. "Not sure this is particularly a better life," he said finally. His tail flickered and the tip curled lightly around one of his legs.
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 0:35:34 GMT -8
"It's taboo for cats to change their positions in life, whether their means are legal or illegal. Those in control like to keep it. Clearly, you joined up with our little family because it was the most lucrative thing for you at that time. We've asked you to do some pretty lousy things - trust me, the cats that don't have something driving them tap out before it gets real."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 0:52:59 GMT -8
"Drivin', sure," he muttered, ear flickering, before he paused for a long moment and then his eyes widened, having stumbled upon the thought he had been avoiding for the past several months. "And I've failed completely at it."
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 0:59:13 GMT -8
Brachen fingered the longest knife on his coat, picked it up and studied it. "We only go illegal when we've failed at everything else- you're not alone there." His voice gained an unstable emotion to it as he stared at his reflection in the blade...he thought about fire and blood and a roaring train. His sister's shrill scream in the seconds as she flew through the air and the wet thump...
He threw the knife, and it thunked into the wood on the far end of the mill. He sat there, panting. "The world needs it's bad cats, too. It damn sure does a good job of making us what we are."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 1:06:11 GMT -8
"Not that," Mac nearly yelled. "I failed in achievin' the damn thin' I started this over." His voice was raising as he continued. "The thin' that's supposed ta be drivin' me? I've failed at it. I haven't done anythin' I was supposed ta!"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 1:18:33 GMT -8
"I failed before I ever began!" Brachen didn't mean for his voice to rise, it just did. "I know you, Mac, I know you have a chance to make it right. Why are you even here, if you don't think you can make it right!?" The train was roaring in his ears again, like it hadn't in years. "Not the same reason I'm here, that's for damn sure."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 1:23:07 GMT -8
Mac growled at him, wondering exactly when the conversation had dissolved into this. But he was still cold, and the matches weren't dry yet and he was feeling like he was about to lose his mind. "You know me do you?" he snapped. "You know I can kill cats, anythin' else?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 1:30:45 GMT -8
"I know you don't like it like I do," Brachen said with a mad giggle entwined with the growl. "I know you're a killer by necessity- you don't like watching them suffer or seeing how long you can keep them alive after you've taken out their hearts. If you had nothing to live for you would LOVE IT!" He cackled again, his mind brimming with thoughts of blood and gore and bullets tearing into his chest as he sliced at blue uniforms and blood went EVERYWHERE. "Death sings to broken cats. I know that you kill cats, and the way you kill cats tells me what you're like. I don't know what you're living for, just that you're living for something."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 1:40:03 GMT -8
"Live for somethin'?" Mac shook his head, almost laughing though even if he had it would have been a little more than hysterical. "Oh son of a bitch, what?"
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Post by qualapec on Jan 23, 2011 1:42:01 GMT -8
"I don't know. I don't have to."
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