Card Tricks and Smooth Moves [ Jet and Misto RP ]

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] (Kit! What a lovely surprise~ It is so nice to hear from you. I know what you mean about the iPad DX I love that you posted, though. XD And I am so sorry but- this post is going to be really long. I really didn't intend it to be. I didn't want to make you feel upstaged or anything but I had so much to say. Sorry! I hope I didn't hurt your feelings ;w; ) Misto had been born the runt of the family and as a result of his tiny size, his mother always worried about his safety before worrying about his siblings’. The rest of his family didn’t really think he was capable of doing every-day activities and it frustrated him greatly. He knew they were just looking out for him but he really wished that they didn’t coddle him all the time. He was perfectly willing and able to take care of himself and help his family move and set up camp and he longed to be allowed to act and perform alongside his gypsy relatives for coins. He always loved the company of other cats. He wasn’t bothered at all by an audience- in fact, it excited him- he loved to play and meet new cats and share his talents with them. Though he was the youngest and smallest cat in the entire caravan, Misto was the most energetic, curious, and adventurous. When he and his cousins and siblings used to go sneaking into the forest, they always shoved Misto to the head of the troupe. Normally, he kept up the rear because he was small and they didn’t want to deal with him trailing after them, but once they got into the dark woods with all its creepy ghouls and goblins lurking behind ever rock and peering threateningly from every shadow, Misto always was pushed in front. They claimed that it was because he was the ‘weakest’ and everyone knows that monsters ‘pick off the little ones first’. So Misto played the part as bait and curiously examined the woods while everyone else traveled frightened behind him. Some might call Misto brave, others might call him foolish but he has a thirsty curiosity for the world and the creatures in it that couldn’t be quenched. Although, despite his friendly personality and his willingness to give to the community, Misto had very few friends. He considered himself everyone’s friend but when it came right now to it, Misto really didn’t have anyone that he could visit and share secrets with. He didn’t have a best friend, he certainly didn’t have a girlfriend- all he had was his family on beach (who rejected Misto’s reckless voyages into the city were he could be mugged or imprisoned) and the violin on his back. His violin was the loyalist companion he knew- it was the only connection he had to his grandfather, who never used him as bait or treated him differently for being the last born. He never knew love and devotion like the bond he shared with his grandfather before or since his grandfather’s passing. He could remember the sounds of the violin since his kithood and recalled his grandfather teaching him how to play it- when he heard it and felt it against his person, he felt loved. He felt that his grandfather was there with him and he wasn’t as sad or lonely. The one cat that he ever really had a friendly connection to was gone and his violin’s music was the only way he could bring him back. Those who saw the black and white tomcat and met him would remember his friendly smile and his warm demeanor- but did they ever take the time to wonder if anyone could really be that happy all the time? What was he hiding behind those twinkling eyes? What was the story that sparked his ‘merry’ façade? Misto believed everyone wore a mask of some sort, and it took a special kind of cat to coax them to take it off- even for but a moment. As he looked at Jet, thinking of the reading, he wished that he could somehow be that cat. No one deserved to walk around feeling weighed down with pain and sorrow and if he had to use his own mask to help others he would. Though it seemed hypocritical, Misto was willing to push aside his troubles for the cats that needed him. He lifted his nose slightly as he studied Jet’s expression. What was she thinking? It seemed to be something deep and important by the look on her face. He watched her quietly and was a little surprised when she slowly began to stir again. His amber eyes floated down to her paws and though he might not have given it away at first with his facial expression, he was shocked by the sight of her scarred paws. Any other cat would have turned away with horror or pretend that the cat before them didn’t go through hell as a kit to make a living as an adult. Misto wasn’t like that. He didn’t blink for a moment as he stared down at Jet’s paws. He felt angered that she had to endure so much, so young and that he and no one else was there to help her. He was disappointed in her mother at first but then he realized that his feelings were really misdirected and instead decided that it was the standard of living that was the real issue. If it wasn’t so hard for poorer cats to make a living, Jet’s mother would have had to push her daughter so hard. It also saddened him that because of her paws, Jet kept to herself and refused to let anyone in. She could have found someone really special in her life by now, she certainly was pretty enough and Misto knew she had a heart and soul inside that was just as beautiful. There was so much time and energy that was lost and it was very frustrating and depressing to Misto that he couldn’t go back in time and do something to prevent her from feeling this way. A curious part of him wanted to touch the scars but he refrained from doing so. He wanted to respect Jet’s privacy. He was grateful that she had the courage to show him what she had been hiding for so long and smiled gently at her. He wanted to take her paws in his own and thank her for her trust and tell her it would be all right, but again, he didn’t want to embarrass her and make the situation too stressful. As she pulled her paws back towards her, Misto watched them quietly disappear before fixing his eyes upon hers and holding her gaze. Without a tremble or a blink, he mewed, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he dipped his head respectfully, “thank you, though. For sharing that with me.” He gave her a smile, a real genuine smile that said everything that he couldn't dare utter out loud. He silently congratulated her for the step she took, wished that she could begin to emotionally heal now that she finally shown someone the secret she was keeping from the public eye for so long, and promised her that he’d always be there for her. Realizing that Jet didn’t wish to discuss her paws at this time, Misto decided to change the mood. He brightened, the softness of his face suddenly illuminated with excitement as he gushed, “oh yes~ It was quite a remarkable reading if I do say so myself. One of my best, surely.” He straightened in his chair and then suddenly shoved it away as a spark of inspiration suddenly hit him. With his seat pushed about a foot away, Misto placed his front paws against the table’s surface and said in an enthusiastic meow, “now let us turn to other matters! You simply refused to share your boring story with me,” he winked at her reassuringly, he did not wish to talk about her past right now, “but that just won’t due. I do not like sitting idly by in silence when there is such a pleasant time to be had. So Jet, my dear-” he did an exaggerated ballerina twirl on his toes and then landed expertly on one set of toes as the other foot quivered in the air behind him. He had his paw extended across the table and as her in a chipper voice, “would you care to dance? Or do I have to start telling crazy stories and playing my violin before you consider dancing with a silly fellow like me?”

[Kitsani]

( Icy you silly xD long posts make me so happy inside, you have no idea lol if anything it was me who was worried it would hurt your feelings that i replied to such a poetic wall with my weeny post |D this one must be better! *shakes a fish*)

Jet averted her gaze as she felt Misto's eyes on her paws. Would he judge her based on her past? Not having any past experiences in this situation, the dancer had no idea what to expect. But curiosity lulled her gaze to his face as she drew back her paws. At first, she felt surprise course through herself. He seemed...understanding almost. And touched he shared this with him. Despite his kind apologies, she didnt feel belittled by pity. The sokoke's bright blue eyes were round in surprise, and she found herself blinking back a mixture of emotions as she smiled over a Misto.

"No,no, thank you. Thanks for not....reacting like I thougt you would." Jet coughed. Maybe trusting wasnt always a bad thing. Cats usually figured nothing could be wrong with a beautiful shecat. If she was pretty, she surely could be dirt poor. But she was. She didnt mind the walls or the lies. They kept others out. Of course, they had not seemed to fool Misto for a heartbeat. Perhaps he too, had a story to tell? One deeper than all those crazy fantasies he told. Sne pushed the thought aside. It didnt seem like he was about to push her story out of her as he pushed his chair back and grinned at her merily.

At his words, Jet felt surprise flood through her yet again. Always had to be in her toes with this tom it seemed. She glanced around; the tavern was practically empty, and it had started to rain outside. She snickered, merily getting to her paws. "As tempting as both of those offers sound, I'm not one to turn up a dance," she chimed with a purr, reaching forwards to take his outstretched paw. Normally she would have floodedeith self consiencness, especially with his pad now pressed against hers, which happened to be riddled with scars. Yet she felt nothing but cheerful and eager to dance.

"Lead the way," the sokoke laughed, her belks tinkling quietly as she moved away from the table, and the black veil she had worn into the tavern hung limply from where she had it wrapped around her neck. It didnt touch her face however, so it couldnt hide her crooked smirk.

(probably still real short sorry Dx )

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] (Kit! You posted again! ;w; I feel so very loved right now, you have no idea. I love this RP so much. And xD you didn’t bother me at all with you post size.) He smiled warmly at her, a look of understanding glinting in his brown eyes. “It’s alright, Jet. Everyone is entitled to their own privacy just as they are entitled to sharing with friends.” He held his friendly expression as he meowed, “I’ll be willing to listen when you decide it is time to talk about it. Until then, let’s just be friends, alright?” He realized it was the first time he admitted out loud that he considered Jet to be one of his friends. When he had met her and Zahara for the first time at the hot springs he felt a mutual friendship budding between each of them but none of the three seemed to want to admit their feelings. They were all so cautious of treading on the others’ personal life and secrets. Misto sincerely hoped that over time, he could become closer to these two cats that he became so fond of and together they could learn to trust one another. His back paw gently fell back to the floor as he took Jet’s paw in his own and helped direct her around the table. He pulled her close and placed his free paw against her hip. He smiled at her in a sociable manner as he led the standard (Viennese) waltz. Like the earth beneath their feet, the two cats became their own planet, rotating in quick but graceful circles and revolving around the perimeter of the tavern. Everyone once in a while, Misto would motion for Jet to dip backwards for a moment before pulling her to him again and returning to their twists and turns. He smiled at her and looked into her icy gaze with mirth. Misto wasn’t a dancer by any means- he wasn’t nearly as talented as Jet or his female family members- but he knew how to hold his own fairly well in a duet. He was light on his paws and pretty good at improvising, which greatly helped give others the impression he was more skilled than he really was. As they danced in typical ballroom fashion, Misto suddenly smirked at his partner and asked, “pretty repetitive, huh? Want to try to liven things up a bit? Do you by any chance know the quickstep?” (I know these dances weren’t invented yet DX It’s all I really know~ Just go with it.)

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet smiled softly, “Right,” she nodded. He would wait for her to share her story, as she would wait for his. But she would wait quietly, not wanting him to know she was suspicious of the possibility of there being more to this tom that met the eye. She felt a warm flicker; she had a friend. And it wasn’t just a cat she admired, it was a cat who felt a mutual respect with each other, who could dance and play music and be there when the other was down. Even for the little things, like telling stories for fun, or the big things, like offering a drink after a rough night of nearly getting mugged. And to trust. Yes, above all, friends were there to trust. But that was the hard part, Jet assumed, as she found herself frown inwardly slightly at the thought of giving anybody the opportunity to break her. As she was pulled in close, a smile tickled her face again. This was her element, she felt completely at ease with the graceful steps. The soothing pattern, the quiet tinkling of her bells as she moved inline with Misto. There always that first brush of nervousness when she was pulled close to another cat, and it had been forever since she last danced with somebody like this. But of course, a dance between friends was something she enjoyed, and with a smile, she followed his lead. When he stretched forward his paw, hers in his, she followed it, dipping down and swinging back again to fall wholeheartedly back into the smooth steps of the dance. She felt slight inexperience, almost uncertainty in some of his steps, as if he would hesitate sometimes. But it hardly mattered to the sokoke dancer, as a musician, Misto already seemed to have a great grasp of the beat and was a real pleasure to dance with. “Repetitive?” she echoed curiously. “Yeah, I happen to know a few more lively moves,” she chided, the dancer’s jowls slipping back into an effortless grin as she allowed her paws to glide faster across the tavern floor. She let out a chime-like laugh as they danced; it was hard to subdue the twinkle that always took over her eyes and alit her face when she moved. Her bells tinkled softly, and with extra effort, Jet managed to sway in the right ways to get them to fall in line with the beat they felt in their paws and their hearts. “You dance with others often?” She mewed with a smile, glancing up slightly at Misto’s brown eyes. He seemed only slightly taller than her; being slightly short however, most cat was. It was comfortable. Comfortable there, mixing it up with the fast step and grinning kittishly with her friend.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] And so the two cats began to dance to a different tune. Misto, always so nimble and balanced on his paws as he perched in the strangest of places to play his violin, grinned widely as Jet accepted his challenge. He didn’t except anything less from his friend, dance was her passion- it was one of the only times that Misto could see the icy shields melt away in her gaze and the wild, dancing flames ignite and become alive. Her blue eyes shone vividly in the tavern’s candle lit room, but Misto could tell her love for dancing lit her up brighter than a star and cast its brilliant radiance upon him. Something funny happens when one toils with light and dark, the soul can become corrupted and cast in a dark cloud for eternity or, it can become enlightened. Both elements were dangerously contagious- they had a pull stronger than the earth’s gravitational pull and it was almost impossible to break free from its grasp once it took hold of its victims very being. As Misto gazed upon the dancer in his arms and stood in her glow, he felt extremely fortunate that he had met her and was privileged enough to be taken prisoner by her inner spirit’s fiery light. He had joined the light; he had become entranced by its beauty and warmth. A giddy feeling overtake him and he shared Jet’s love for dancing. The tavern was empty with the exception of the dancers and the tavern keeper himself, who no doubt wondered when they would leave or get a room so he could retire for the night. The room was dark, save for the flickering lights of the lanterns placed here and there on the tables that were scattered about the dance floor. Despite the rest of the world, Misto was completely oblivious and his sole focus was on his dance partner. As he let loose, no longer trying to distract Jet from the stories she felt threatened to share, his paw steps became much quicker and more accurate. Though Misto wasn’t a dancer, he enjoyed dancing- and it was much more fun with a partner and quicker dance steps. The tuxedo tom was quite light on his paws, and he discovered that the faster the dance, the better he performed. The hard wooden floor beneath the dancers’ paws remained constant throughout their movements- but a spectator might have thought for the briefest moment that they were gliding on air or sliding on a sheet of crystalline ice. The slow turns and dips of the waltz suddenly sped up, and as they finished their last rotation, Misto and Jet leaped sideways across the room, fell into a quick trot, and waltzed again. But this waltz was unlike the other- Misto’s feet suddenly bounced up and down and alternated under his weight. He rolled his head backwards and forwards in time with his paws and when they both finally landed gracefully on the ground, he dipped Jet again for a short span of time than he did in the previous dance and pulled her back to him. They paused for a moment, still holding their paws together with Misto’s right paw on her hip. He flashed her a mischievous grin that seemed to dared to ask, ‘having fun?’ It widened as he chuckled, “is it that obvious that my dance partners are rather limited?” They began to spin together along the wall of the tavern. He spoke up when they paused again, “once in a while my siblings need a partner for their dances. Some of their routines need a partner and when they cannot pull someone from the audience, one of us toms step in instead.” They did another quick trot along the other side of the tavern and Misto did his quick hops again. He dipped Jet and when he lifted her back toward him, he purred, “I’m the violinist, though. I’m not usually their first choice.” He was also the runt and it was engraved into the minds of all his family members that no matter what he did, it wasn’t good enough. He was always thought to be ‘less than’ normal and unable to match the achievements of his older and larger littermates. Despite the fact that his being a runt only really affected him in his kithood- he was quite clumsy as a kit and was prone to small accidents usually brought on by his infinite curiosity- their was some sort of primitive biological trigger in the brains of each of his family members that identified him as the ‘weaker’ of the troupe and he was coddled by his mother for it and largely shunned and belittled by everyone else. They couldn’t help the way they felt. They couldn’t fight it. It was century’s worth of instincts at play and Misto had long since accepted the fact that the love and devotion he felt towards his family members would most likely never be returned or appreciated. Misto didn’t betray this detail in his expression, however- though, he did go dangerously quiet shortly after making his remark. His eyes still sparkled and his face shone with exhilaration. He was having the time of his life, why douse the flames that warmed his spirit? To mask the darker thoughts that threatened to overcast the light he had just discovered, Misto picked up the dance again. They slid across the floor and trotted and bounced. As long as he had friends like Jet, he didn’t need to think about how deprived and lonely he really was. “Any dance requests?” Misto asked, filling in the silence that had come between them for a moment’s time.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] There was something that almost made Jet want to laugh aloud about this whole situation. To think, Misto just went from nearly getting mugged to ending up dancing in an empty tavern with a slightly less than sober sokoke she-cat. But she wasn’t going to complain; dancing was one thing, but dancing with friends seemed to be something else. When Jet danced with others, snatching a member of the crowd and pulling them flirtatiously into a duet, she usually just focused on the way their body worked and guided it through the dance. With friends, she tried to understand how their minds worked, anticipating the type of moves and twirls they would perform and falling gracefully in line with them. It was different, but somehow better, as if the dance itself was more real. She grinned, the candle-light casting a dim glow. She let herself be pulled close to Misto after being dipped, her fur falling in front of her face slightly and making her laugh quietly. She brushed it out of her face, glancing up at him as he paused slightly in the dance to flash her a grin. “Psh!” She exclaimed, “you dance like you’ve had many, that’s why I was asking,” she mrrowed honestly, following the spin with a giddy smirk. She pricked her ears, letting her instincts guide her through the movements so she could focus on what Misto was now explaining. “You sound like you have a large family,” she mewed enviously with a kind smile, not really noticing his quiet pausing. She could be quite oblivious to the world sometime, especially while dancing. She wondered whether or not the Tavern-Keeper was becoming irritable, and the thought made her grin mischievously. Hah!~ He would have to deal with it, it wasn’t her fault he didn’t have anyone to dance with in the middle of his tavern in the middle of the night like she somehow did. “I was born an only child,” Jet shrugged, turning back to their conversation with a purr. “It was nice sometimes, but lonely while my parents were at work,” the dancer said, but closed off anything else she might add. She had enough of her own memory lane for one night, and she wasn’t going to douse the flames, either. As he asked her about dance requests, she bit her lip and shrugged. She was already enjoying herself so much, nothing else was coming to mind immediately. Maybe..? No, Misto might not know that one. Hmm… She pushed the thoughts away with a smile. “I honestly have no idea,” she laughed, “I’m already having so much fun~” she flicked her tail with a purr.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] “Yes,” Misto replied quietly, “quite large.” He continued the dance with Jet, spinning her round and catching her again. They shuffled in one direction as Misto decided to carefully say, “they are my life and I love them all but it does get sort of- busy living in a single caravan with your aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters, brothers, and mother.” He spun Jet around again and they hopped in another direction. He smiled again and chuckled, “I need to get away from it sometimes. Spending the evening dancing with a friend like you is a nice change of pace.” He looked at her, more seriously this time. His amber gaze focused on her features as he breathed, “thank you, Jet.” Though he knew she wouldn’t understand how much he needed to get away from the beach, he felt the gratitude he felt towards her needed to be expressed someway and hoped that somehow, she would be able to pick up how happy she made him. He wanted to sympathize with Jet- he listened intently to her words and nodded understandingly but he said nothing. He purposely avoided asking her about her own past dance partners and if she had siblings. She had been through enough tonight and he didn’t want to press the issues. He felt a little guilty that he seemed so much more secretive now compared to Jet’s unveiling of her scarred paws. He considered sharing something with her so he didn’t feel like such a hypocrite. But should he bother? His past wasn’t all that interesting and besides, why ruin the mood? They were two friends who had been there for each other when they needed it the most. They were busy dancing and enjoying each other’s company. What was the point of taking that away? Of course, tonight was also about letting go a breaking free… Isn’t that what dancing was? Breaking the chains of traditional movement and daring to express inner thoughts and emotions through the body language and motions? Should he or shouldn’t he? No. It was no longer time to share and besides, tonight was all about Jet. It was his duty to make her feel like the queen that she was and he quickly pushed away the idea of sending her another short vision of his kithood. He looked at her and laughed. He had noticed the flicker in her eyes as she considered another dance and though he had only asked to change the subject, he couldn’t help but wonder what she had in mind. “Jet, my dear,” he purred with a pleasant grin, “I may be the male here, but you are the dancer. I wouldn’t be offended if you’d like to lead for a while.” He chuckled and the twinkle in his eyes returned, “I may even like to learn something new and I couldn’t think of a cat I’d like teaching me more than you.” There was a scoff from behind the counter of the bar but Misto was oblivious to the tavern keeper. He spun them round again and Jet now stood where Misto was standing seconds before. “After you, my dear.”

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] As she twirled and spun, letting herself fall gracefully knowing Misto would catch her and sweep her back into the dance, Jet listened quietly with a slight smile on her face, occasionally nodding. “I can only imagine,” she mewed at having to live in such a small space with so many cats. But so many shoulders to lean on… she longed for that. She never really noticed how alone she could sometimes feel in the world; she wasn’t much of a downer, and usually brushed off the thoughts mildly. She wondered if even Misto felt it sometimes, but kept quiet as she smiled. “No, thank you,” She mrrowed, her blue eyes twinkling in slight amusement, “I never really had a friend to dance with before.” As friends somewhat officially in her furry head, Jet couldn’t help but wonder if making friends always felt this natural. She assumed not, since not every cat was as open as Misto seemed to be, and if there had been reluctance on both ends it probably would’ve taken quite a while to get used to each other. And yet the black and white tom was so open to others and everything about them, it was defiantly no hard task to enjoy Misto’s company. And the dance defiantly topped it all off, and she blinked at him again as he brought it up. “For me, leading is just as enjoyable as being guided,” she mewed modestly, but an eager flame couldn’t help but flicker in her eyes, “Buut, if you insist,” and then the dance changed. As smoothly as flipping a glistening schilling, Jet was in control, guiding Misto through the steps, as her feet glided across the tavern floor, a bright smile alighting her face. She would twirl out by herself, and hold out her paw to guide Misto back into the dance, ignoring any ignorant, scornful remarks the gruffly tavern keeper could come up with under his breath, paying no heed.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto followed Jet’s lead and fell into step with her movements. He watched their paws more than he would have liked- dancing was a passionate art and he knew he should have been looking at Jet but he didn’t want to accidently trod on her toes. Eventually, however, he got into the rhythm of the dance and was able to go with the flow and look up from the tavern floor. He let the moment linger for a while- just the two of them dancing together in the empty tavern. He had to admit, it was nice. There was something very romantic about it and the thought comforted him. He had escaped the bandits mere hours ago and now he felt light as a feather as he danced along with his friend- of course, he couldn’t tell if the dim candlelight or the alcohol affected his mood at all. They probably did, but Misto didn’t pay these factors any more heed. He just wanted to dance. The tuxedo tomcat wasn’t one for long, awkward silences. He usually tried to start up a conversation with an amusing anecdote or a song or a comment of some sort that would get others talking and connecting. Misto liked peace and quiet as much as the next cat but he believe there was a time and place for quiet- and when you were with others, he felt that you should speak with them. But now, as he danced with Jet, he thought about how the strange silence that overtook them wasn’t that quiet and awkward at all. Misto loved the chatter and laughter of others cats. He liked company and seeing others having a good time. But never had he noticed that so much could be said by saying nothing at all. He thought of their dancing and realized that they must be good friends and that Jet must trust him. The act of being together after such a large step forward was really quite remarkable and Misto reflected upon it warmly. Though Jet didn’t realize how happy he was to call her ‘friend’, he quietly hoped that she could somehow sense that he trusted her too. And though he had made this revelation about the volume silence actually possessed, Misto softly purred after a moment of being entranced in his thoughts and reveling in the quiet, “you dance so beautifully. You’re an excellent teacher!” He grinned brightly as he, now quite skillfully, continued to dance along to Jet’s new dance. “Where did you-” he stopped himself. Did her mother teach her this dance? Should he bother asking? He looked and her and though he was embarrassed he smiled and laughed, “sorry.” He looked quickly to his side and noticed the tavern keeper propping his head on one paw as he leaned against the counter with a mug of a drink Misto didn’t recognize. He looked like he was nodding off to sleep. Misto quickly changed the subject and nodded his head in the direction of the tavern keeper with a wry grin. “Poor bloke- looks like we’ve tuckered him out.” Though he hadn’t given any inclination that he had noticed the tavern keeper, Misto knew that he was growing more and more impatient with him and Jet as the night grew later and later. Misto thought this quite rude because he and Jet had spent a good amount of hard earned schillings on his drinks and the least he could do was let them enjoy the evening together- that’s what a tavern was for after all. Misto was normally gentle and sympathetic but this tom’s rudeness irritated the tuxedo tom. He considered pulling out his violin and playing some sort of loud musical number to prevent him from falling asleep but realized that if he did that, he’d probably get kicked out and he didn’t want to get arrested for disturbing the peace and get thrown in a cell with the thugs that were chasing him. But really…. Would the guard really CARE that he was playing his violin in a tavern? He was a musician after all… And no one was in the tavern right now except him and Jet. He eyed Jet mischievously with a devilish grin parting his lips. “He’s had an AWFULLY long night, wouldn’t you agree?” Then, in a whispered voice he asked her, “do you still want that song and dance I promised you at the hot springs?” Misto wasn’t afraid of getting kicked out. Getting kicked out of a tavern was no big deal. He didn’t want to get arrested but he was almost certain now that it wasn’t likely that the guards would care what he was doing in the tavern. What worried him the most was Jet. Would she go along with his idea or would she judge him badly? Misto didn’t want that. He was normally friendly but why should he have to deal with that sort of disrespect after spending nearly all the money he had? It would take him a long while to make that money back…. Misto began to have second thoughts and feel guilty for thinking about the entire situation. Who was he to bother him? It wasn’t right… Maybe he shouldn’t do it… even if it would make this night more memorable…

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet truly enjoyed dancing, and smiled when she was told she danced beautifully. Usually when toms said anything involving the word beautiful to her, she brushed it off with irritance. But when Misto said it, it usually seemed a bit more…real? Like he wouldn’t tell her something if he didn’t think it was true, and she appreciated it as she grinned to herself. “Thanks,” she mewed quietly, distracted somewhat by the second question. Many considered a touchy memory, but since she had already opened up she didn’t feel as much discomfort as she nodded. “No need to be sorry; my mother taught me,” she mewed somewhat firmly but with a smile. They continued the dance for a few heartbeats in the soft silence what Misto averted her attention to the Tavern keeper, and she had to move one of her paws from his shoulder to cover her mouth as she stifled a laugh. “He should be thankful,” she meowed quietly enough that the poor bloke didn’t hear, “It’s practically like a free show from a talented pair of dancers,” she snickered. She was feeling a little tired, but as Misto suggested messing with him, she coughed in surprise, trying to cover up another blooming giggle. She mirrored Misto’s wry grin with a devilish smirk of her own, nodding curtly. “A promise is a promise, eh?” She noticed slight hesitation flicker across his face afterwards, and Jet couldn’t help but hope she wasn’t getting too cocky as she relied on past relationships at this tavern to hold her job. She’s been dancing here on late nights since her mother passed, and they had never seen to keen to replace her, so she assumed she did a good enough job getting everyone to buy more ales. Of course, the quiet deals with the runners of the taverns was something she kept very strictly to herself. She could never shake the feeling she was selling her soul, and could only imagine all the judgement that would come with the title she had managed to pin herself with if the information leaked. “Only if you’d like, of course,” she meowed swiftly with an innocent shrug, but couldn’t help but hope for one last dance, this time accompanied by music. Even if the tired tavern keeper didn’t look like he would appreciate it very much, and it looked like it hard started to rain outside during the time they’d been in here, and being tossed out into the wet wasn’t the most comfortable of thoughts, but hey! It would be a lot of fun in the end she was sure.

[Kitsani]

Icyyy?~ XD

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto looked back from the dancing and saw the tavern keeper- with his head lolling to the side and him jerking it back to its perch on his paw every so often. Thought Misto didn’t like to make others angry, he did like to have fun and viewed this opportunity as an adventure. He wanted to regain some sort of honor or dignity that he felt the tavern keeper took while grumbling and glaring at them but he quietly knew that if he disturbed him, he wouldn’t gain much. Still, he made a promise to Jet and he figured at this point- they were going to get thrown out no matter what. Once the tavern keeper came to he would ask them to leave or get a room so why not have a little fun? With a grin, he wriggled out of the couples’ dance and pulled free the violin he had tied around his back and positioned it onto his shoulder as he twiddled the instrument’s bow in his other paw. “Well then, my dear,” Misto purred, “let us have one last dance to remember this lovely evening by. Tonight shall be the night we shared dancing under the lanterns, only to be tossed out under the stars!” With a hearty laugh, Misto threw his head backwards and without even looking at the violin or its strings, his paw levitated towards the instrument on his shoulder and the bow began to dance along the strings. Backwards and forwards, the black and white tom cat maneuvered his arm with ease and a pleasant smile parted his lips as he listened to the familiar music. This is what he was supposed to be doing- this is what he loved. It felt so right to play the violin and he felt as if his physical body evaporated and seeped into the air to join the musical notes floating around him. He became part of the song that erupted throughout the empty room- and he honestly couldn’t think of a better thing than to be woken up by than the beauty and majesty of the violin. Jet was right- this tavern keeper was lucky to be treated to such a performance for free! As he worked the rhythm of the music and got into the beat of the song, Misto’s feet began to tap and before he knew it, he was stepping lightly and in tune with his violin’s merry song. He glanced over the instrument’s neck at Jet and laughed, drunken by the love he felt for the violin, the music, the company of a good frien, and the thrill of doing something daring. Together, the two cats prance and twisted about the tavern, eventually Misto’s feet brought him close to the bar where the tavern keeper tried to sleep and he hopped up on top of the counter and sat beside the tavern keeper’s head. He leaned backwards with a smile and played his violin in his ear and with a jolt the tavern keeper jumped a foot, eyes wide and fur sticking up on end. Misto laughed as the keeper looked about the room in a sort of stunned daze- as if he couldn’t believe what he saw and then he glared at Misto so furiously. But before he could mutter a word, Misto leaned into his face and laughed, “no charge for the tune, thanks for the ale, mate.” He patted him on the cheek, jumped down from the counter and ran over to Jet. “Jet my dear, I have had a WONDERFUL time. We should really do this again sometime, don’t you think?” He winked at her with a smile and spoke loud enough for the boiling tavern-keeper to hear him. “Out, out!” he shouted, preparing a bottle to throw in the event that Misto decided to hang back for a minute too much. Misto looked over his shoulder casually and turned back to Jet, “oh, dear me. It looks like we have over-stayed our welcome how unfortunate. I suppose we shall retire earlier than expected.” He looked to the tavern keeper and blew him a cheeky kiss, “ta ta, dear sir! I do hope you enjoyed the show! We’ll come again sometime and we can all party~” He brushed his paw along Jet’s arm and motioned towards the door, “let’s go,” he said under his breath. He waited for Jet to leave before him, just in case the keeper threw something- he didn’t want her to get hit and would willing take it instead. He headed towards the door, held it open and pausing for a moment and pressing a paw to his temple, sent an image to the tavern keeper of a pleasant tune and a beautiful dance to replace the anger he felt a moment before. He couldn’t have him shooing Jet out every chance he could, now could he? Pleased, with himself, Misto exited the building and stepped into the empty street. The cool night air ruffled his fur and felt nice after such an exhilarating dance. He sighed and with his familiar twinkle in his eyes he beamed at Jet and purred, “now that was QUITE an evening, wasn’t it? Oh, and don’t worry about that tavern-keeper- he won’t be giving you any trouble in the future.” He winked at her.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] As the tavern filled with music, nothing mattered anymore. It was beautiful how the right tune could do that, wouldn’t you agree? Block out the entire world, leaving you feeling completely numb and yet so full of emotions at the same time. And then the outlet for all this emotion and pain and love and whatever else the song made you feel: dance. And so, Jet did. Hopping on the tables because she could, swinging from chairs, her bells tinkling along with the rhythm of Misto’s violin. The baffled Tavern-Keeper could only snore. The marbled she-cat let out a laugh, and only giggled harder when she saw the black and white tom make his way towards the bar, now playing in the tavern-keepers ears. She halted her dance, watching with a paw over her mouth to stop from howling with laughter as his face seemed to turn a very odd shade of maroon. That certainly was not a pleased feline, woken abruptly by the pair of cats in his tavern, dancing and singing and playing music. Jet said nothing as she grinned widely, rushing out the door along with Misto and nodding curtly as his suggestion to leave. Something about the situation made her think that staying would probably kill all the fun of the night, especially if one of them got hurt with a bottle being flung at their heads or something. Pushed out into the night, the short of breath she-cat took in a deep whiff of the cold evening air. The stars twinkled lazily up above, and cold breeze made her shiver slightly under her fur, but she was still too ecstatic to really care. “Quite an evening?” she echoed bemusedly, “That’s was the most fun I’ve had in years,” she laughed between pants. Dancing and then running for your life definatly took it out of a girl. She straightened herself, walking a little ways away from the tavern to where it was darker; it was more comforting there, under the glow of the moon rather then the orange light of the tavern. At Misto’s other statement and wink, however, the tabby just looked at him curiously. She raised a brow, “What did you do…?” she couldn’t help but smirk. As thoughtful as ever that cat was. Jet yawned slightly, the cool breeze making her smile as she stretched her arms up, almost as if she could touch the stars before giving up and dropping them again. “Thanks, Misto,” she mewed sincerely, shooting him a meaningful look of her blue gaze with a slight smile. As wrong as it sounded in her head, she was glad he was chased into the tavern by muggers. Yeah, when formed into a sentence it sounded even weirder than it had in her head originally. She pushed the thoughts aside silently.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto purred as Jet seemed to relax. He realized the position she must have been in and suddenly felt foolish for putting her into such an uncomfortable place. She could have lost a great deal of business because of him and he didn’t know if he could cope with that. He of all cats knew how hard it was working the streets as a performer for whatever loose schillings that could be spared. He looked at her with soft brown eyes and placed a paw on her shoulder. “No problem, sweetheart,” he said in a sincere, gentle tone of voice and resisted the urge to give her a light kiss on the forehead. He gave her a friendly wink instead and turned towards the streets with his arms extended as if he was embracing the nighttime air. He let out a long, deep breath as he inhaled and exhaled to cool breezes of the evening and smiled at her as if to say, ‘isn’t this wonderful? Isn’t life just wonderful?’ His brown eyes, once so understanding and tender were now sparkling in the starlight with his usual kit-like wonder and joy. He lifted a paw to his friend- his best friend, “couldn’t have him associating us with bad vibes. He is a huge fan of yours, after all. He would love to have your business again anytime. Walk with me?” He smiled a gentle crooked grin at her. It was late and the though the sky was the darkest it would ever be, the moon light shed its soft white glow brilliantly against the shadowy web that it hung in for eternity. Nodding towards their larger companion, the stars blinked on and off, casting their own glimmer of light, trying to match then moon’s own glow. And if the natural lighting that hovered about the two cats’ heads wasn’t enough to lighten their way home, down on earth, a string of lanterns burned romantically against the night’s atmosphere, their passionate firelight not nearly as soft and beautiful as its celestial ancestors above but producing its own form of light and performing the same purpose. Small flickering shadows danced across the two friends’ path, memories of the night that they were now leaving behind. Misto looked to his side at the marbled she-cat walking with him. “I had fun tonight,” he said with a smile and echoing her thoughts he mewed, “it almost was worth getting mugged. I would’ve done it all over again if I had to.” Then, in a more serious sort of manner but with a compassionate glaze overtaking his eyes he softly said, “and if you ever need to- to talk,” he couldn’t help looking at her paws for a second before blinking them away and fixating on her, “know that I will always be there for you.” He held her gaze for a moment, a moment too long in his opinion. He had to change the subject. With a cheeky grin and a turned on his heel and joked, “and if you ever want to pay for another drink or reading, you know who to call!”

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet’s soft blue gaze lingered on the comforting sky. She wondered: just how many stars could possibly be out there? What was their meaning? There they as irrelevant as the hundreds of pebbles beneath her paws, or maybe they were like fireflies. Hovering above, offering light but knowing one day the endless cycle we often mistake for beauty would take them away for ever. Their light snuffed out; there would be more, of course. Jet could never imagine a world without stars. It seemed so…dark. As if there wouldn’t be anything to reach for when suddenly Earth just got you down. She smiled cheerfully. Yes, the night was wonderful. She continued along, grinning widely over at Misto as he spoke. “Me too,” she purred, but the happy rumble faded slowly as the conversation grew a bit more serious, and she couldn’t help but notice his gaze flitter to her paws. She fought the urge to pull them back, press them against her hips. Some mistook it for being a diva, when it was merely her hiding what she actually was. But Misto was a friend; one of her bests, and she kept her arms still as she nodded with a smile. “Thanks,” she meowed, and silently hoped he knew that it went both ways. She was always all ears, even if he might not know it yet. She paused in her walk, noticing that the path a little ways away veered off to the trail that would lead her home. “I’ll hold you to that offer,” she laughed, definatly intending on calling the tom for company in the future. Jet Marrow raised her paw in a slight wave, trying not to care that the grooves etched in there could clearly be seen in the silver light of the moon, floating carelessly in the darkened sky above them. “I’d better get going, I’ll see you around, alright?” She mewed in a kittish chime. Yes, she certainly hoped to see him around. Having somebody really know of her paws…was different. But not as uncomfortable as it was when she was a child. When the viewers didn’t know the truth. But this black and white tome did, and she sort of wanted to give him a hug and thank him again for it. But she quickly scratched off the idea; she didn’t go around hugging cats. It seemed like an odd thing to do, as much as she wanted to offer them light-heartedly, masking her need deep down to comfort herself through securing relationships with others. But it didn’t matter, Jet decided as she pushed the thought away; she had friends now. Misto and Zahara. Her friends. They would be there, she was confident of it. Maybe then she could stop pretending to be strong, but until then she’d let her confident façade shine through her gleeful smile, which truly was tonight edged in happiness. She turned around, flicking her tail behind her out of habit as she started padding home, the soft tinkle of her bells ringing from her waist. [ Tried to make it sound a bit like the end of an rp, but I left a few things hanging. You're free to reply if you want to LOL XD ]