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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Aug 13, 2007 20:00:07 GMT -5
"You know where he is," Flattpot said, nodding after the retreating French cat. "If he's not dead in three sunrises, though, know that we're in this city, and you're not getting out unchained." With that, Flattpot pulled free his keys and reached for Safa's manacles.
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Post by orangekittencream on Aug 13, 2007 20:05:25 GMT -5
Ukir growled at Matamore's retreating back, whip coming out and latching onto his neck. He stormed forward, hissing in his ear. That Frenchie should've known better by now that he was not to be messed with.
"I should kill you right now," he breathed, tightening his hold on the whip and the other's neck. He wasn't paying attention to the conversation going on behind him.
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Post by Arya on Aug 13, 2007 20:29:09 GMT -5
"Now now Ukir, that would make Grumbuskin mad, and you wouldn't want to make him mad would you?" He asked quite cockily. "That would be disrespecting him, and you would want that would you?"
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Post by Mange on Aug 13, 2007 21:03:29 GMT -5
Now free from her binds, Safa noted that any other cat would scamper away, laughing as they fled. But then they would no doubt be captured, and the punishment would be horrible. Safa was smarter then that. Rubbing her wrists, the queen looked at Flattpot with narrowed eyes. This had to be something more then what it was. Nothing could be -this- easy. Still.. Turning heel, the queen walked further twords the ship, making note to slow her pace as she past Matamor and Ukir, ears aching to hear any of there conversation. Little of it was of use to her.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Aug 14, 2007 4:06:39 GMT -5
But it really was that easy. Flattpot hadn't lied, and he did try not to. He made his wordings vague or took definitions too literally, but if Matamore turned up dead by the third sunrise, Flattpot would be a very happy kitty. The sooner he was dead, the better. Grum might not have noticed, and they could pass his absence off as a casuality of battle. They were good fighters, but they weren't perfect. Every now and then, they did lose one of their own.
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Post by orangekittencream on Aug 14, 2007 17:15:27 GMT -5
"I suppose not," he ground out between a clenched jaw. He let the whip go and snapped it back to his side. Then he roughly pushed Matamore out of the way, kicking at Safa's shins as he passed her too.
Then he thought better of it and was curious as to why she was out of her chains. Ukir eyed Flattop and followed him instead, golden eyes suspicious.
"What is she doing free," he hissed so the French pirate wouldn't hear him.
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Aug 14, 2007 17:43:48 GMT -5
"She's gonna kill Matamore for us," Flattpot hissed back. "And if she doesn't, you can kill her."
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Post by Mange on Aug 15, 2007 15:54:11 GMT -5
Figuring the sight of a loose slave would draw attention, the queen made herself look busy. As if she had reason to be free. A large pile of rope sat uncoiled, neglected, and calling to her. Silently she stalked twords it, her claws setting into the heavy hemp and pulling it, starting the long and tiresome process of coiling it. ‘Why the hell am I doing this…I know he is lying. The second Matamore is found dead I am going to be thrown overboard. And I cant swim…’ Safa laughed at her musing, hanging her head for a moment as she reflected on just -how- everything went so wrong.
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Post by orangekittencream on Aug 15, 2007 19:53:48 GMT -5
Ukir smirked and hoped she lost. He needed to kill someone else. She looked like a fiesty one with enough engery to put up a good fight. So he nodded, agreeing. He really, really, hoped she lost.
With that he went about his way and pushed Safa again on his way past her, wondering what her reaction would be. Coiling the rope. An interesting choice of work to do when free. Couldn't she just get straight to the killing?
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Post by Mange on Sept 16, 2007 18:46:30 GMT -5
[Time jump if that is alright…]
Safa growled as she looked out the small slit within the side of the ship. Trapped behind wooden planks, nails, and her new role as a ‘pet’ of the French Pirate Matamore…how she could go from being sent to kill him to being his pet she had no idea. But the sun was rising on her last day to fulfill her task. He must have known. Since he claimed her as his own, she was locked away, gone from the top deck, gone from the heat and disgusting pit that the rowers claimed as there own. She had one visit while she was trapped away…and what a interesting one it was. Was Ukir stalling just to keep her on edge? Or was his claim to take her as his own false…and he wanted her dead? Why would he go through however, and not kill her where she stood before? Time seemed to go by so slowly, and the queen couldn’t stand it any longer. Her paw punched at the door, her massive mane a fury around her. “DAMNIT!”
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Post by orangekittencream on Sept 19, 2007 20:44:59 GMT -5
Ukir was stalking around the ship, trying to find Grumbuskin. He had important news. News about Safa. That one Queen. With the buttercream mane and nasty temper. "Captain!" He called, hands twitching and tail going all over the place. Where was his captain?
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Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Sept 20, 2007 1:43:49 GMT -5
Grumbuskin had been with the Jellicles at the junkyard, however, he was sliding back onto the ship to check in on things. He walked with an easy gait, his tail held high and laughter in his face. He looked incredibly happy. The Jellicles were being so incredibly gullible and practically jumping into his trap. Why shouldn't he be happy?
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Post by Mange on Sept 24, 2007 7:01:21 GMT -5
Pacing within the small room, the queen could hear some commotion upon the top deck. What was going on? Was something happening? Or was it just her wanting for something to happen? Irritated, the queen gave a swift swipe to the wall, her claws slashing through the wood and sending small splinters to the floor boards below her paws.
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