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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 24, 2009 18:54:54 GMT -5
Maleo shut the door behind his cat companion and leaned against his vanity, arms folded over his chest.
"I suppose you are here to exact some sort of revenge, Carlos? Or perhaps you are wondering how I knew. The means to explain it are not mine, but take it in stride when I say that 'a little bird' told me." Maleo grinned again, and pushed from his vanity, walking a small distance around the lynx.
"As for the boy, I make no apologies. He cannot 'un-hear' what I said to him, but my focus will be you from now on," he said in all seriousness, taking a seat on his bed. It made him more vulnerable to being pounced upon, but so be it. "I am sure you can agree with that."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 24, 2009 19:01:11 GMT -5
Carlos' tail twitched jerkily as he listened. He did not trust Addams, not for anything. His eyes narrowed, and at length, he nodded.
He could handle it. Simon should not have to. Carlos rose and paced about the room, prowling, really, examining everything in a proprietary way and sniffing the acrid scent of the dirt he could not imagine the reason for. It was, more or less, a show. That he could go where he pleased, and had more than one weapon at his disposal.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 24, 2009 19:09:26 GMT -5
Maleo let Carlos examine the room as he pleased. The dirt bedroll was stashed away, but he supposed that it would always leave the scent of the graveyard around his room as long as he stayed there.
"A pity you are not this graceful in your natural form - to which I will say nothing of this shape to anyone you would know. Who would honestly believe me? I can perhaps say anything I desire about your appetite, and be better believed than I would trying to tell people you're an actual beast." Maleo leaned back on his pillows, more casual in his own room than he would ever be in the public eye. Then again, Carlos had gotten him naked in Box Five...
"...you know, other than in bed," he added with a chuckle, watching the cat from the corner of his eye.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 24, 2009 19:17:07 GMT -5
There was really nothing in Maleo's statement that did not make Carlos angry, and in a bound he was on the bed, one paw on either side of Maleo and glowering down at his skinny smirking face. He thought he might enjoy marring it quite beyond recognition, and he stood stiff and with the beginnings of a growl in his throat.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 24, 2009 19:30:01 GMT -5
"Establishing dominance, Carlos?" said Maleo, arms still propped under his head. He showed no fear to the great cat, just as he never showed any to Castro in his human form. Of course, as an Addams, he was far more accepting of his own demise than others would be.
"Did you not try that once before?" he said with a chuckle, pulling his hands out from under his head to push on the shoulder joints of Cat-Carlos.
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Post by Marlow on Feb 25, 2009 2:30:41 GMT -5
But only a moment later and the lynx would find himself lifted into the air by the scruff as the elder undead easily lifted him off of Maleo.
His present appearance was at his nearly most inhuman, seven feet tall with overly long arms and fingers, bald, sharp-eared and black eyed, his slack mouth showing off his double-rows of needle teeth.
The filthy claws of his hand dug into Carlos' neck and he gave the great cat a slight shake and said something in the Strigoi tongue.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 25, 2009 5:11:01 GMT -5
"Wait, Uram!" said Maleo, getting up on his knees. "The cat is my little playmate here at the Opera," he said, adding: "Carlos Castro, the tenor. You have smelled him on me before, you recall."
Not that he wouldn't mind watching Carlos piss himself before Marlow, but not in cat form. "I wasn't going to just let him tear me apart either. I would not let him ruin what you've already given me," he said, meaning the scars riddling his unhealthy flesh. In a way, he was also trying to spare Castro's life, though for his own reasons - who would he torment with Carlos gone?
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 25, 2009 10:35:54 GMT -5
At Maleo's push, Carlos placed one paw on the man's chest, his claws extending in threat, but no sooner had he done so did he find himself in the claws of another. The scent was the same one he'd smelled vaguely in the room, but the sight--what he could see, when he twisted around--was like nothing he'd known before.
Instinct took over, and he fought and spat in the creature's grip like a wild thing. It did not help at all to hear Addams describe him as his "playmate," for all he was frightened out of his mind. He lashed out as best he could, claws extended.
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Post by Marlow on Feb 25, 2009 13:11:34 GMT -5
The creature's arms were long enough to hold the cat out away from his body--not that it could have done much damage to him--and Carlos' wriggling hardly seemed to matter to him.
"I smell it. I told you it was a beast, Mine. When it settles itself, I will put it down." He growled back at Carlos and gave him another shake. "If it attacks, I will kill it."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 25, 2009 13:20:56 GMT -5
Carlos only fought more furiously, if ineffectually. It was stronger than a man, the thing that held him. He knew that instinctively. The thing had called him "it"! It was no to be borne.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 25, 2009 16:17:55 GMT -5
"Carlos, you're going to get turned into a fur coat at this rate," said Maleo, a little more serious now than before. He took the great cat by his fuzzy face and held onto him a moment, stroking the luxurious fur on his head in an attempt to get the animal calm again.
Looking the lynx in the eyes, he continued to pet Carlos, though he bit his lip to suppress a smile. He could never taunt Carlos like this, petting him like, well, a housecat.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Feb 25, 2009 16:47:53 GMT -5
Oh, this was humiliation indeed! And to think his intention in coming here had been precisely the opposite. He could not wriggle from Maleo's fingers, in this position--his neck, too, was starting to hurt--and the man was treating him like a pet.
They were going to have words, when Carlos had words again.
But he stilled, because he recognized he wasn't going to get out of the creature's grip. And not at all because Maleo had succeeded in the least in calming him.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 25, 2009 17:10:49 GMT -5
Maleo smirked and continued his petting a bit longer, glad to see that Carlos wasn't entirely without his wits.
"See, that's a good boy. Uram, let him down. You'll muss his lovely fur," teased Maleo, scratching under the lynx's throat. Now Carlos was certainly no threat with Marlow around, and while he remained in his cat-form, he could not even protest - just whine and mewl and growl.
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Post by Grantaire on Feb 25, 2009 17:30:33 GMT -5
**As Marlow**
The elder set the lynx down on the bed and stood motionless beside it, watching the interaction. Few things held his interest, and this scene was not one of them. He had seen plenty of shape changers in his long, long lifetime. He ignored it and adressed Addams
"I have come to see that you are fed. You are taking too long with a kill. Have a I chosen poorly?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Feb 25, 2009 17:45:49 GMT -5
"You said you would wait, Father." Marlow had said many things to him, but perhaps immortals were not as patient as someone might mistake them to be. "Faust is not over yet. Or have you another desire of me?" he asked, avoiding the direct issue. Not for Carlos' sake, but because he had simply not been out to pick off a victim.
"How long do I have to take a life?" he asked, giving himself only a moment to think about what consequences would await if he prolonged his stay at the Opera any further. Last time, Marlow tore out his throat, only to heal it back up, but Maleo reasoned it could only serve as a warning.
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