An awaited encounter [Tagged]

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Masquerade
It's all so playful when you demonise
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
~Words as Weapons - Seether

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you would be better suited to a mousebrained kittypet.

His smile flickered. "Kittypet?" he echoed. "Ouch," he laughed. "Stick your claws into my foot, why don't you. But my pride?" His eyes narrowed, but his smile remained. "Don't overstep your bounds, darling. I'm being nice here."

He flicked his tail and licked his wound again. "I'll have you know I am suited best for my current position. I am a Leader. A powerful one, or I intend to be. Currently, I need more that I can trust, more with a hatred for the Clans." He cast her a grin. "And you seem to dislike me enough." He paused.

"Loookay, darling, I'm not going to bribe you. but you are strong and carry admirable qualities. Qualities my group needs in it's higher-ups..."

He fully expected to be smacked down, but part of him hoped she would at least catch a little interest.

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A leader? He was joking right?

Arrow really wanted to roll her eyes and walk away, go back to her place of silent solitude and remain there without dithering mousebrained toms that were too handsome for their own good. but, her interest was piqued and so reluctantly she decided to stay her paws and see what she could gain from this deal. That steady gaze focused on him as she seated herself on the ground, her thin tail curling over her paws. Never did her gaze stray or wander, totally fixed on him. She didn't trust anyone. Ever.

"I don't work well with others, I also don't take orders, from anyone." Blunt and to the point, just like her personality. However interest still gleamed in her eyes. This could work to her advantage. As a loner she had done her fair share of damage to the clans.. but with a whole group of capable, clan hating cats? Her eyes shone. Arrow told herself that was the reason however a small part of her deep deep down doubted if that was why she was staying to hear him out. "What makes you think that a cat like I that hates clans so much, would want to join a group that follows a leader hmm?" Why her - hadn't she already been enough of a bitch to him already? Was he really under the impression she would take orders all merry and skip off on her way to carry them out? Not a chance.

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Masquerade
It's all so playful when you demonise
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
~Words as Weapons - Seether

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"Well," he responded, "I see where that may be a problem. How would you like to give orders, then? Do you have a particular aversion to that?" He smiled. "I'm not looking for someone to order around. I am looking for someone with more brains in their head than myself." He chuckled slightly.

"A Second-in-Command, if you will. Now, you don't seem too keen on the idea now. but perhaps you would enjoy it somewhere in there..?"

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That flicker of interest grew in those hetero-chromatic eyes as he spoke. Never before had she considered something like this. Thought about it yes, denied it yes but actually had an offer that suited what she demanded? This would be the first. Arrow didn't say anything for a long time but she watched him with ice in her gaze. Second in command didn't sound so bad in all honesty. She would only have to deal with him for orders, although they would both have to see how that went, she had already warned him that she was bad with orders. And as for socializing, she would grit her teeth if it meant she had a hoard of rogues under her command. Plus, she would have a law unto herself as it were. 

Claws unsheathed before sheathing again. There was still the issue of trust - she didn't trust him and she didn't know if she ever would, let alone a whole group of rogues. Arrow was used to being on her own and having no one to depend on but herself, it was easier that way. She could have said no, could have snarled and walked away from him, tell him to shove his offer. but in the solitude she craved, she missed company sometimes, not that she would ever admit that. The ice started to melt in those eyes as the fire returned. "That would mean that I would have to put up with you on a continuous basis no?" Eyes narrowed. "How exactly do you expect me to trust you?"

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Masquerade
It's all so playful when you demonise
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
~Words as Weapons - Seether

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The facade fell away, as he figured with his true nature was the only way to deal with this. The smile dropped, leaving a face devoid of emotion. His eyes were dark and cold.

"I don't expect you to trust me," he replied flippantly. "but this isn't about trust. This is about power. This is about dealing with those who feel they are so much better than us."

His eyes narrowed. "So whether you trust me or not, you are the most able that I have found thus far to lead beside me. It requires no trust. Co-operation, perhaps."

Then the sweet, fake personality was back.

"but we all know trust may come later," he said with a smile.

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There it was

The real him

It was actually, believe it or not, easier for her to deal with him this way. With his eyes cold and face devoid of emotion, Arrow didn't get so irritated as she did at his facade. Progress. Plus him like this reminded her a bit of herself sometimes. Watching him, the fire in her eyes began to dampen as she considered his words with her intelligent mind. She could believe him when he said she was the only one he had found so far to lead alongside him, the lands were covered with mouse-brained furballs. He was lucky to have found her actually, she didn't stick around easily, let alone sit here and converse.


"but this isn't about trust. This is about power. This is about dealing with those who feel they are so much better than us."

Finally something out of his mouth she could agree with. It would be going against everything she had ever lived by, her solitude and antisocial behavior having framed her life. but maybe, just maybe she was ready for something else. That didn't mean she would be a social butterfly straight away, but Arrow felt tempted at this strange, handsome loners offer. Power was always definitely something that tempted Arrow. All that power and hatred of the clans together in one place.

Unstoppable

Ruthless

Hers

Bright eyes gleamed and she ignored his last comment. They would see about that. What Arrow didn't realize however was that by accepting this idea, she was already trusting him more than she had ever done. A brief nod before her words shot out in her cold, feminine voice. "When do we start?" A step towards him, then another, her long legs eating up the distance between them until his smell overcame her. "You do have a plan don't you?" Her usual patronizing self. Yes, this would work out quite nicely.

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Masquerade
It's all so playful when you demonise
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
~Words as Weapons - Seether

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Masquerade could see the gears turning in her head. He felt his smile creeping wider. He'd dealt with that perfectly. He'd have to keep that in mind for their future collaborations, as there would be plenty.

He looked, fearlessly, into her eyes and held her gaze.

"Eager, are we?" he asked in a slightly hushed,  very amused tone. "We start very soon, to answer your question." His fangs flashed white in his smile.

At her other question, he slid back into his mind, consulting his inner monologue. he did this quite often and often had very lengthy conversations with himself, which were- in realithank you- a mere instant, the blink of an eye.

His charming smile fell upon her. He had no plans set in stone, but had a basis. She, however, did not need to know that. Not yet, at least.

"Of course I have a plan, my dear," he chuckled, still with voice lowered. His smile widened and the glimmer in his dark eyes was almost-genuine. "I'm not an idiot."

OOC; I absolutely loved your response xD And this thread. Just slightly annoyed with the fact that he can't stop flirting even for a second. I need to stop letting my characters have a mind of their own.

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OOC: Awwww thank you! I love it too, so much excitement c: Haha, that's a good thing, Arrow definitely has a mind of her own, makes it more interesting and true to when I RP her! :D

Mismatched eyes bore straight into the tom, her.. accomplice. She would be putting up with him for a while yet so she may as well tolerate him for a while, even if it killed her. Those eyes scoured his face and she barely held back a snarl at the term 'dear'. Again.

"I'm not an idiot."

If that didn't leave him wide open, she didn't know what did. That barely held back snarl turned into a rare smirk that transformed her face, turning it from that of a ruthless killer, to a rather attractive white loner. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," a confident smirk now. "Not everyone shares the same opinion." A haughty once over. Let's see if the trust would come hmm? A slash of that thin tail as she began to circle him, eyes never leaving the tom. "So whom do I get to boss around hmm? What unlucky cats are joining - who have you also manipulated with your charm to join?"


Sorry, short today ! :l

[.masquerade.]

Masquerade
It's all so playful when you demonise
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
~Words as Weapons - Seether

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He laughed. "You overestimate my skills, dear." He paused and flicked his tail, casting his amber gaze around for perhaps the thousandth time. "Our band is small, now. but...don't worry."

His charming grin widened. "I can entice even the hardest of hearts." He winked, then. He realised that this may not have been the best course of action. Sometimes, however, he just couldn't help himself.

He took that moment to take into account his fellow members. Rizen, his new Assassin Commander, Zevran, a normal-ranking assassin. And, of course, his personal little she-cat, Sage.

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A silent snarl transformed those beautiful yet lethal features as she watched him with fire in those eyes. "Watch your mouth buddy and lay off the charm," she said as her tail swung lowly behind her. Yes she had agreed to see his idea through him but trust didn't come easily with that and neither did tolerance. She would have to get used to his annoying behavior or at least deal with it, and him her. "Do it again and I'll claw your ears off." And just because she had agreed to join him did not mean she had to put up with him, no matter now handsome she guessed he was.

This would be very interesting to see who tired of who first.

Seeming to cool down, the fire eased out of her eyes and she returned to her sarcastic, cold self. "In that case they better not be as mousebrained as the one who recruited them, I don't want to be the only intelligent one around here. I have better things to do then be dragged down." Eyeing him matter of factly, Arrow knew that was kind of a low blow but hey, when had she ever watched her mouth? He would just have to accept her and get over it. Arrow didn't change for anyone, let alone this frustrating tom.

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Masquerade
It's all so playful when you demonise
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
~Words as Weapons - Seether

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    He laughed, grinning broadly. "Here's something," he said, "I deal with your tongue, there, and you deal with my "charm," huh?" He got a sort of pouty look on his face.
    "Because that's completely unfair, darling." He smiled again and flicked his tail. He was quite enjoying the events of the night. He believed that the sharp-tongued she-cat would become a vital asset.
    but, they would have to make some compromises, which the tom was willing to do. The question was, however, was she willing to do so?
    We'll find that out, won't we? he asked himself.

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OOC: Sorry for the delay, been really busy with work and Christmas. Did you have a good Christmas on that note? c:
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Arrow eyed him with a sharp, unimpressed look as if to say 'You have got to be kidding me right?' This 'charm' of his, was really starting to wear her down but she guessed she would just have to make it difficult for him to deal with her tongue. That could be a great entertainment option and for that, she might be able to put up with his flitatious nature. Maybe. Either that or she would make sure he couldn't talk his charm again. Now that was appealing too, if not more. For Arrow, there was a fine line between what she shouldn't do and what she was supposed to do. Yeah, joining this 'group' was to a small benefit for her but she would easily pass that off to have a few minutes of gory entertainment.

What could she say, she was volatile.

He could either use that to his advantage or have it blow up in his face. Mismatched eyes changed from a cold stare to a lazy confidence before she dropped her gaze to inspect a raised claw. Sharp and gleaming just as she liked them. She needed to be up for anything and she still didn't trust the handsome tom. "You got a plan furball or are we just going to hang around here and compliment each other all day? I don't know about you but I prefer a little blood to my afternoons."

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Masquerade It's oh-so playful when you demonise     He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Until things are underway, I really don't have a plan for much of anything." His eyes studied her again before wandering away. He sat down and tilted his head at her.     In his mind's eye, he saw the dark forests of his territory, the boulder in the middle, the dens among the roots of the trees. He was proud of that territory.     "Well, I don't know about blood, and I apologise for that. but I could show you around the territory." His charming grin was a little more sincere, as he found he really did like his newest addition.

Forged by LUCI OF ADOXOGRAPHY

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Watching him with a flick of her tail, it was Arrow's turn to narrow her eyes. Was that a hint of... sincerity in his smile? Surely not. 

A flick of that grey pointed tail. Another.

How she hated the word, 'territory.' It made her feel like those rodent clan cats that she so much despised, them and their squabbling over who peed on what land first. Unbelievable. 

Her nod in reply was brief and if the recipient hadn't been looking they would have missed it. Standing to her feet, her long legs the reason she was as tall as she was, Arrow sniffed the air, eyes sharp and alert. When she was certain there were no cats on her radar (how unfortunate) she looked at him again, those sharp eyes now pinning him intently. "C'mon then. We don't have all day."