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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 22:53:10 GMT -8
Taking another sip of the cider, Mac smiled, feeling more relaxed again. "It does sound rather nice actually," he murmured. "You still have ta worry about kits pickin' your pockets here, but I haven't seen a cow wandering the streets in ages..."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 23:08:03 GMT -8
At that, Brachen almost inhaled his cider. He sputtered a little, but shortly thereafter regained the dignity to which he was accustomed. "Don't remember many cows, 'cept the mean one. But I've spent many a long night hiding in pig pens..." to throw off tracking dogs. "Not my most shining moments."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 15, 2011 23:09:54 GMT -8
Mac had been grinning, and that slipped slightly at that but mostly remained in place. "No, it's hard ta shine in a pig pen. The mud tends ta cover it up."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 15, 2011 23:23:08 GMT -8
Brachen nodded sagely. "That and a whole lot more. When you spend so much time trying to strike fear in the hearts of your enemies, it's rather humbling to spend an entire night being smushed into muck by pink, snorting bodies. You know, in a 'this never leaves the sty, fellas' way." He smiled to show that the memory was actually a pleasant one - or at least something that was meant to be laughed at in retrospect. "I think that's the last night my tail was ever completely straight..." he leaned over the chair in observation to emphasize his point.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 8:34:40 GMT -8
Mac smiled faintly at him, letting him talk without much wanting to interrupt. Arching a brow, he glanced over at the other's tail, checking with him. "Well, it does look a bit crooked, tis true," he murmured with a grin.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 17, 2011 0:45:16 GMT -8
"Tool of the trade," he said with a sharp grin. "And you wouldn't believe the beasts of India. The cats there live on the edges of the wilderness, and there are tales of monsters that swoop in from the jungle. Fantastical creatures, Mac. Beautiful in design and shape. And these cats live on the border. Could you imagine that? We've got society, but they live at the mercy of nature, and it really creates a sense of community."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 10:14:33 GMT -8
Macavity watched him as he spoke, taking small sips of the cider. "Sounds like quite the place," he said softly. In some small ways, he wanted to take Brachen back there, take him somewhere happy but... he was far too tied down to Felidae, he always had been.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 17, 2011 13:56:11 GMT -8
"I think you'd like it there," Brachen finished. "'course you've got a life here, but even criminal masterminds need a vacation."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 13:59:00 GMT -8
"If I ever find the time for one, I'll be sure ta make it there," he replied softly. "Do you think you'll ever go back?"
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Post by qualapec on Mar 17, 2011 19:38:40 GMT -8
"I hope to, I have enough money. But I did only just get back home." Brachen's small dropped fractionally. "I loved India, I really did but...it wasn't home. I didn't belong with the British and the natives were suspicious - outwardly kind, but guarded. I have fond memories, though."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 20:02:04 GMT -8
Macavity nodded for all of that. "Fond memories are good things ta have, even if you can't sometimes go back." Like for them. They certainly couldn't go back to where they had been, but the memories were still there.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 17, 2011 23:40:00 GMT -8
"It is. I think the one thing I liked about other places - India, the South even, was the weather. Much warmer down there. I like it where it's warm. But...I feel like I fit in Felidae. Nothing else felt right." He grinned. "So, you've told me some of what you've been up to, and I'm kind of loving the king of the mountain thing you've got going on, but there must be highlights!"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 23:45:07 GMT -8
Macavity blinked at him for a long moment, not much actually enjoying the sudden shift to his own life. "Other than kin' of the mountain?" he asked, inserting a cheeky grin he didn't much feel like. "Not much really. Got shot a couple times, dealt with the idiots attemptin' ta run the organization, got my second in command back from where he fell off the earth, and worked and worked. Built a hotel. Other than that?" he shrugged, taking another sip. "Not much."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 18, 2011 10:55:37 GMT -8
"That's all?" Brachen managed, forcing a straight face at his friend's tone. Mac had a very dry sense of humor, but it was there.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 18, 2011 11:28:42 GMT -8
Mac grinned at over the next sip. "Mhm. That should about sum it up." He set the glass down carefully as the food arrived, nodding at the waiter who quickly enough retreated. "Honestly though," he said once they were alone at the table again. "It was much the same as life had always been, just climbing a bit higher up the scale each time."
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