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Post by Tsughi on Aug 26, 2012 16:45:12 GMT -8
Darrien blinked at the Palace with the same aprehension he felt as when he had first laid eyes upon it. He tugged at the end of his sleeve nervously while he shifted his weight to his other side. It was almost frustrating that he couldn't work up the courage to simply walk up to the door. He had actually passed the place by on several occasions but each time he found an excuse to avoid the confrontation.
No more excuses. The tom took a deep breath before releasing his sleeve and marching up to the door. He gave a slight pause before he actually opened it and stepped inside.
He was surprised that at first glance that everything seemed generally the same, but there was something off. Something different... Something vastly different that he couldn't put a finger on.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 26, 2012 17:02:25 GMT -8
The current host cleared his throat, looking up from his desk across from the front door. "Can I help you, sir?" he asked, giving the tom an appraising look and finding him lacking.
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 26, 2012 17:13:29 GMT -8
Darrien had been gazing around him in something akin to wonderment before his ear twitched from the voice adressing him. Abruptly he tore his eyes from the scenery and to the tom who had to be the host. "Yes," He said in his quiet tone as he strode over to the desk. "I'm looking... for the owner of the Palace." His tail twitched slightly as he spoke; he thought he might as well get the big deal over with already with Bustopher Jones before he would become angry from hiding behind his back.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 26, 2012 19:17:49 GMT -8
"Of course," the host said, flagging down a waiter and whispering something quickly to him. The waiter took off and the host returned to staring Darrien down.
Moment's later, Mistoffelees appeared around the corner and stopped, blinking. "Darrien?" he asked, shock evident in his voice.
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 27, 2012 14:40:40 GMT -8
Darrien fidgeted underneath the keen host's gaze. He avoided returning said stare by looking around himself at the interior of the Palace once again.
The sound of his name was almost like a relief, even if it was... definitely not Bustopher. The large tom turned himself abruptly at the sound of that familiar voice. As his own nervous eyes met with shocked hazel; he almost wished he was staring at the old fat tom he resented instead of his nephew. All of the words he had thought of trying to say vanished from his mind, more than likely to never be recovered again. Instead of a well practiced speech, all he could muster up was: "Hey, M."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 29, 2012 1:29:00 GMT -8
Mistoffelees blinked once at him, before clearly gathering himself back together. "Darrien," he said, the full name used carefully. "Been a while."
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 29, 2012 2:08:07 GMT -8
"It's been too long of a while," Darrien said softly. His eyes scanned up and down Mistoffelees, taking in the changes from the last time that he had seen him. It took him a short while to notice the slight kink in the black tom's tail, and after he did find it he couldn't stop glancing back to it. "How have things been while I was gone?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 31, 2012 2:12:25 GMT -8
Mistoffelees glanced to where the host was still watching them, remembering Martin in a similar role. "Come," he said, tone curt and motioning Darrien further into the club, taking the stairs to the private office. It wasn't Jones' former office though--he couldn't quite handle that--but a smaller room nearby that he'd taken for his use.
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 31, 2012 2:37:50 GMT -8
Darrien followed the other tom's gaze as well. The host just sort of rubbed him the wrong way.
Trailing after the black tom, Darrien did notice the door that had been Bustopher's office. It seemed strange to him that Misto would choose a room for what was obviously his own office so close to were the fat cat's own office was. It caused a slight frown to spring up in his features because he knew that this tom would have taken all measures to avoid such an arrangement. "Is he doing something to blackmail you?" Darrien blurted before he could think about it, the fur on the back of his neck rising instinctively.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 31, 2012 14:09:51 GMT -8
Mistoffelees leaned against his desk, ear flickering back. "He's dead. Doesn't mean he wasn't trying to blackmail me at the time, but that time is now long since past."
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 31, 2012 20:23:45 GMT -8
Darrien froze at the word "dead". He blinked at Mistoffelees, uncomprehending for a long moment. "He's dead?" He echoed with the smallest incline of his head.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 2, 2012 0:48:28 GMT -8
"Very dead," Mistoffelees confirmed. "Shot in the head actually. No killer was ever caught though." He paused, looking down and shifting before looking up. "You've been gone a long time. Things change."
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Post by Tsughi on Sept 2, 2012 4:26:18 GMT -8
"Yes, I expected but- dead?" Darrien let out a huge breath he didn't know he had been holding. He wasn't sure if it was in relief or not. "That definitely... changes things."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 3, 2012 0:49:41 GMT -8
"How many things does it change?" Mistoffelees demanded, folding his arms across his chest and staring. "Did you expect him to take you back or something?"
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Post by Tsughi on Sept 3, 2012 6:46:44 GMT -8
"I expected him to want me back, yes..." Darrien's golden eyes became defensive. "But I didn't want- because that's why I took off. I underestimated some things, though, because I kept wanting to come back, but I was afraid to. That's why it's been so long... and now the biggest reason for me leaving is gone...."
His ears shifted back slightly as he took in Mistoffelees again. "How long has he been dead?" How long had he been away for practically nothing?
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