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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 9:59:17 GMT -8
"No," he replied, voice flat.
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Post by qualapec on Apr 13, 2011 12:36:07 GMT -8
Griz studied his face for an imperceptible moment. "All I'm asking is for you to look into it. I'll pay you if I have to. But someone killed one of my girls for no reason, I need to know who."
((where was all this motherly instinct twenty years ago?))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 17:42:09 GMT -8
"Good ta know you care about somethin'," Macavity growled. "And I have no need ta accept your money."
((Good question...))
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Post by qualapec on Apr 13, 2011 17:54:38 GMT -8
Grizabella had to keep from making a biting remark. He had no idea, but she couldn't blame him. "People change as they get older."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 19:52:56 GMT -8
"Which means," Macavity drawled, almost growling as he leaned forward on his elbows that were resting on the desk. "You don't know me at all."
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Post by qualapec on Apr 13, 2011 20:52:21 GMT -8
"I never pretended to," she answered simply.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 21:07:29 GMT -8
"Good," he replied, voice low and harsh still. "So what, you want me ta find this... killer or what have you for you? Why do you think I would even have the ability ta do somethin' like that?"
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Post by qualapec on Apr 13, 2011 21:50:52 GMT -8
"Because when you want something, you go after it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 21:54:42 GMT -8
He blinked once, slowly. "What makes you think I want this?"
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Post by qualapec on Apr 13, 2011 22:12:57 GMT -8
"I'd like to think you'd help me because I'm desperate, but I think we've established that that's unlikely." She shifted, hoping she was right in her next guess. "And if nothing else - because you want power and respect in the underworld. The liquor, the gambling is the fuel, but the girls are the warm bodies that keep it thriving. You could be the protector they need."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 22:27:06 GMT -8
There was a long moment when Macavity didn't say anything. "I don't need ta be anyone's protector," he replied, voice still low and barely able to keep level anymore, shaking slightly. "I have all the power and respect of the underworld I need. No thanks ta you I have that power and respect in polite society ta. What the hell do you have?"
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Post by qualapec on Apr 13, 2011 22:38:28 GMT -8
"You could have more," she replied softly, a slight smile curving on her mouth, because there was nothing toms love more than power. "And what do I have, you ask? Not what I should, not what's important in life, that's for damn sure and I admit it now. But I have the Red Ribbon. I have toms and queens come in every night for a paid fantasy. I own lust and cats' perceptions of beauty. All the kings in all the countries can hardly claim that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 23:02:26 GMT -8
Macavity's eyes only narrowed further at that, but his anger gave him a certain level of calm, almost purring when he next spoke, voice smooth and he knew from past experience able to send tingle's down one's spine. "Why would I need your power?" he asked. "I'm king of my own hill, and I don't just provide fantasies, I provide the world. Darlin', I'm a humble cat from a humble home, and there is nothin' you could 'ive me I'd want."
((... I think if he realized it, Macavity would hate that he lies to himself about as much as his mother does.))
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Post by qualapec on Apr 13, 2011 23:35:13 GMT -8
Appealing to his sense of familial bond didn't seem to be working, so she opted for the path she was more familiar with. "I'm not offering you my power. I'm saying you could be what they need. More pragmatically, never underestimate the power of having the favor of bed mates- they hear things, whispers and rumors, the things toms whisper between the sheets, enemies, kidnappings, movements and rifts in the underworld. They are allies that previous leaders have mostly overlooked."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Apr 13, 2011 23:46:40 GMT -8
Macavity blinked once, dropping his chin to give her an even more disbelieving look. "Oh darlin', when I want a whore I'll ask for one, but I'm fine for now, thanks."
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