What's Mine is Yours ((30))

[qualapec]

It had been a long time since Brachen Myre had been in Felidae. It was real funny, he found in his moments of solitary, inane cackling, how little had really changed. One major change, however, had been a major shift in management since his unfortunate flight nearly ten years ago. However, he hadn't understood how fortuitous that change had been until he'd arrived in town and seen the Jan 1st headlines.

He swept into the entrance hall of the Demonique. Originally, he'd returned to Felidae with the intent to death deal on those that had wronged him - now, he was just visiting an old friend. Somecat very dear to him.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin frowned at the cat entering the reception hall. It was just starting to be classified as afternoon, so many of their guests were not arriving yet, and honestly this cat did not look like guest material. "Excuse me," he barked out, and motioned the other to come over. "Did you have some business here?"

[qualapec]

Brachen was amused. Of course, he understood the necessity for a threatening presence. Immediately, he ran through in his mind how long it would take him to draw his knife and slice the cat open - he remembered himself, though. The knowledge that he could gave him what he needed to resist the urge. "I'm here to see Macavity." He grinned, sharp, his mouth a little too wide. "Tell him Brachen Myre's here."

[victoriousscarf]

Martin looked far than less than impressed by that, picking up the phone and hitting Mac's office. "Mr. Hollister," he started.

Mac stopped yelling at the current hench in his office long enough to pick up the phone, holler, "Not now!" and slam it back down.

Martin blinked at that, looked the cat over again and gently set the phone done. "His office is one the second floor. First door down the hallway to your right off the stairs."

[qualapec]

"Thank you, sweet," Brachen purred and walked past. He couldn't stop the little excited, nervous trill in his stomach. It had been too long since he'd seen Mac - and he felt a small swell of pride to see the kit had come so far in the world.

He slinked up the stairs and, with the natural grace of a predator, padded down the hallway. Already, he heard the sound of the other cat's yelling voice and recognized it. It was his Mac afterall. He didn't knock on the door before entering, partly for effect, and partly because he got overexcited.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin's jaw dropped just a little about being called "sweet" and he actually didn't respond as the other cat walked off. Well, he hoped there would be some interesting fireworks for this.

"Don't you dare give me that excuse, you pathetic excuse for a cat!" Mac was thundering at the hench covering in front of him, his paws braced on the desk in front of him. "I don't care how big the city is, or how scared you are of the big bad docks, you get everycat in this hotel out if it means findin' out what the hell happened! You son of a bitch, 'et goin' and just figure out what the hell happened and find him or so help me I will skin you al...ive..." he finally trailed off as the door opened and he gaped at the cat standing there. The poor hench glanced between his boss and the door, hoping to escape but remaining where he was.

Mac blinked rapidly, blinked again and finally, "Brachen?" he said, voice small and completely at odds with what it had just sounded like. His ear flickered, when he realized he had been so busy yelling he hadn't even been listening for pawsteps and anycat could have walked in... but it wasn't anycat it was suddenly Brachen...

[qualapec]

"Mac," Brachen greeted, sidestepping into the office. He cast a sideways glance at the footsoldier standing in the room (take out his eyes, pillow over the mouth so he couldn't scream), then back at Mac. "It's been a long time."

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity remained gaping at him for a moment before remembering the hench. "Out!" he thundered to him. "And you sure as..." he faltered again, cutting off the hell. "Just make sure you have information for me by tonight or so help you, I'll have a lovely fur coat for my gal."

As the hench made a quick bobbing motion and felt, Mac turned back to Brachen, swallowing. "You..." he tried to think of something to say and failed more so than he liked. "It's been years," he said finally.

[qualapec]

Brachen relaxed his guards when he heard the hench's footsteps grow quiet down the hallway.

He smiled - nothing dangerous or predatory, simply glad, relaxed. Mac...still had a calming effect on him. Ever since he'd seen the other cats picture in the papers, he'd been himself again. "It's been too long."

[victoriousscarf]

Mac swallowed, glancing over the cat before him quickly, taking in any changes to his appearance. "You came back," he said quietly. "Why'd it take you so lon'?"

[qualapec]

"I got a lot of work from place to place - a cat of my talents, you know. A lot of cats wanting to bump somecat off." He swallowed, and ran a hand across the scar at his neck. "Something...happened. And I heard there was a change in management. I decided to come home and retire."

[victoriousscarf]

The motion only drew Mac's eyes to the scar. His tail flickered as he didn't ask what caused it. "Retire? You?" he kept his voice as light as he could pull off.

[qualapec]

"Some things are more important than money..." Like his sanity. Mac was the only one who could keep it in check. "Have you ever heard of voodoo?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mac swallowed and nodded. "Just so lon' as you don't 'et ta bored..." he said and trailed off, one ear flickering at the change of subject. "Voodoo? Sure. Why?"

[qualapec]

"They get pretty twitchy about 'Satanic rituals' in the South. Killing cats and following my interests at the same time was no longer safe."