'I don't dance' ( Jet and Mikhail )

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] Mikhail watched the festivities from his seat, an agonized look on his face. He wasn't much for festivities, game, or anything fun really. he picked at the edges of his blade, his constant companion, a bit of grit and dried blood still left over from his late night job. The massive tom looked about and curled his lip at the drunken cats before them, tripping over themselves and getting into meaningless arguments. To Mikhail, drinking was pointless, stupid, destructive. He despised it almost as much as he despised criminals. Rubbing his face he sat back into the stool and snorted, what he'd give just to go back to his childhood, Fennec loved festivals, especially the lights and games. How he wished his brother was still alive. how different would his life be? Would he have ever joined the shades and eventually become Shade Kaiser? Would he have ever gotten the scars he had received? So many questions that would be left unanswered.

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet stared around, her face alight with pleasure. The festival loaded with games and cats she’d never met before, but the real reason the sokoke dancer was here was the view. The lanterns all strung so carefully overhead made her smile, casting her shadow against the cold grass of festival fields. She stifled a small purr to herself; last year she had longed to attend the festival, but her mother had exclaimed that she was too young and that she needed to practice, so maybe she could partake this year. Well, before she had known it, Jet Marrow was on the list to be competing in the couples dance off. She felt chilly with unease; what if she lost? If her parents were still alive, they would be forcing her to practice this very instant. In fact, she would probably have been practicing all night. Her bright blue gaze fell upon a tom, however, who didn’t look like he was enjoying himself at all. She frowned inwardly; she wanted to go ask what he was so down about, but she was immediately intimidated by the blade he picked at aimlessly. That thing could take her head off her shoulders in one swing! She swallowed, but flicked her tail. She shouldn’t always be so judgemental and nervous of cats with blades. Most of them worked to protect citizens like her, anyways…right? She steeled herself and padded over, the bells around her waist tinkling quietly. “You know, most would think the point of festivals is that we enjoy ourselves,” she mewed in a smooth voice, raising a brow at the cat.

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] MIkkhail looked up from his blade to the she-cat who approached him, the bells around her wait giving off a quiet faint tinkling. He flicked his scarred ear and sighed. Great, another dancer. he pulled the blade from the table down to lay beneath it before speaking " I don't enjoy much in life" he spoke in his gruff voice, Looking over the dancer. She didn't look threatening, or harmful, however the tom had been wrong before. He did admit however her smooth voice was entising, a good skill to have for such an attractive dancer. " I'm on break for the night, and my Shades insisted i spend one day at the festival" he stared down at his paws before looking back up at her " What's a dancer like you speaking to a cat like me?" he said yellow eyes staring into her's.

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] The she-cat raised a brow. Didn’t enjoy much in life? Gee, what a downer. But she didn’t let that phase her, she was on a mission. She would make this tom smile by the end of the night; it was her goal. She smirked mischievously as she spoke to her, listening quietly and trying to get a feel for who this tom was. His shades? So he was probably a Shade of some kind. At least that’s what Jet assumed as she flicked her white whiskers. “Hm?” She blinked her blue eyes, then laughed in a chime-like way. “What, dancers suddenly can’t talk with whomever they want to? You seemed down, and cats aren’t supposed to be down at a festival,” she exclaimed, folding her arms stubbornly. Hmm, now how could she get this cat to unwind? She defiantly didn’t want to suggest anything too weird; he was still holding that…sword, blade, weapon of mass destruction thing. She moved her gaze from the blade to his eyes, holding them evenly. Jet was headstrong, and she wasn’t going to let this cat stare her down no matter how scary he was (Which, if you asked her, was quite!). “hmmm,” she mused, glancing him over as if she was contemplating giving him a makeover. “You should try doing something fun,” she beamed kittishly.

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] Mikhail huffed as his stumpy tail twitched irritably, this she-cat sure was persistent. He had a feeling this might be a long night. He raised a brow at her mischievous grin, Yep he was sure of it, a long night indeed. He looked around searching for a possible scapegoat he could use to avoid all contact. There were few drunken toms fooling about, casting lusty glances over at the dancer. 'How sickening' he though, disgusting lust driven toms who were likely to start up trouble given the chance. He pointed over at them and looked back up at the beautiful dancer "Why not entertain those toms, they seem to admire you. " he said in his cool but gruff voice. He gave a smirk at her comment about fun and rolled his eyes ''I'm not one to have fun, in case you haven't noticed." He hooked the blade to his side and ajested his black shrouding cloak. The massive tom clicked his claws on the wood and stared up at her, perhaps she would just leave, if only he'd be that lucky.. At this time one of the drunken toms stumbled up to Jet and took her paw in his hand "Well hey there pretty she-kitty, care for a -hic- dance?" he slurred out, a dumb look plastered on his face. The tom's sloppiness caused Mikhail to begin to growl,

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet followed his gaze over to the drunk cats, noticing their eyes were on her. She lowered her ears in distaste. She turned her wide blue eyes curiously back to the tom. Was he serious? She tried to read his expression, and felt her ears prick back upright in surprise as a smirk overcame him face. Not a full-blown smile, but it was a great start. She grinned, “Psh! Everybody can have fun, you just have t-“ She yipped in surprise, whirling around to at the sensation of one of her paws being grabbed. She rounded, staring at the drunken cat in surprise. As he spoke, she grimaced, flinching away. Yechh! His breath smelled heavily of ale, and his teeth didn’t seem to be pearly white, exactly. She heard the cat with the sword growl behind her, and she shot him a pleading glance. Then, an idea popped into her mind; Jet just really hoped he didn’t kill her and played along long enough for her to get away from this…cat. “Er, Sorry but this gentlemen already asked me for a dance, so we’ll just be going now!” The sokoke mewed quickly, pulling her paw free of the drunk and trying to grab Mikhail’s and drag him away before the other felnie’s buddies decided to stumble over, too. [short post sorry lol ]

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] Mikhail pulled the hood over his ears and snorted, every cat can have fun, bah! Nonsense, why waste time with foolish games for a few days when there was work to be done. although his face darkened at the drunken tom, an angry snarl catching in his throat. If he dared to lay another paw on this she-cat he would have his head. However he pulled his paw away from hers and grimaced " I don't dance..." he gruffed before standing up out of his seat, blade in hand. He walked around the table and shoved the tom back " hand's off the lady, foul breath" he snarled as the drunken tom stumbled back and hic-uped again. The tom slurred out some unintelligible swear before retreating to his group of drunken friends. Mikhail turned back to the she-cat and shook his head " Exactly why i have no fun, that is my job"

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet stopped, rolling her eyes as he pulled away. This cat seemed to have a short temper, but it didn’t stop her. She was going to try and get him to enjoy himself, even if it took all night. She smirked inwardly at the thought, and as she saw him rise from his seat with his blade, she cringed. Her bright blue eyes had widened with a heartbeat of worry, but seeing him turn away from her to confront the drunk, she let loose a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She hadn’t annoyed him badly enough for him to want to do her harm, at least. That was good! She blinked quietly as she watched him intimidate the drunktard into leaving, and she felt a prickle of gratitude. Jet flicked her tail, “Thanks,” she huffed, not sure whether to be slightly flattered or completely disgusted that drunk cats seemed to insist on coming onto her. As it grew later into the evening of the festival, she decided she didn’t want to wander around here alone. “That’s not a valid excuse,” she pointed out. “Just because I’m a dancer doesn’t mean I dance ALL the time,” she mewed, flicking an ear.

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] Mikhail glared over at the drunken toms once more before turning his complete attention back over to Jet, a lingering irritated look on his face. How drunks annoyed him so. Causing so much trouble with no regard for other's safety or well being. He watched her gaze flick to his blade and back to him again. " Does my blade frighten you?" he asked a teasing tone in his voice. " I would never harm an innocent, so unless you're entangled with the guilds, assassins or a thief you should have nothing to worry about" he said darkly, he hated them all as well, only the were harder to pick out of a normal crowd. He bowed to her and flicked his ear. " Shade Kaiser, at your service madam, i wouldn't dare allow slobs like them touch you." He snorted and shook his head " I think it's a pretty good excuse, my job entails that i always be on the watch, order my shades around and report to King Jasper when things get out of hand. I have little time to fool about, like a dancer might do." he poking her in the chest and smirking again. " So good luck getting me to dance,"

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] “Only when you swing it around like that,” she scoffed, but a hint of unease still trailed in her gaze when it followed the stainless-steel weapon. She blinked again, returning her attention to his face as he spoke. “Shade Kaiser? Impressive,” she admitted with a shrug, “And frankly I’m pretty neutral. No guilds, and I try to avoid taking candy from strangers,” she smirked cheekily. But at the word Madam, her expression darkened slightly. “Please just call me Jet, Madam makes me sound old,” she smiled slightly. The dancer found herself resisting the urge to roll her eyes yet again. And with a dramatic sigh she waved her paw. “Oh, no worries Kaiser, sir. Some people just can’t dance, I completely understand. No judgement, it just takes some talent sometimes,” Jet mrrowed dramatically, raising her brow slightly. She didn’t expect taunting to work, but at this point it was a bit for herself, and another smile tickled her lips.

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] Mikhail bowed to her again and grunted " My apologies, Madam Jet" he said. A twitch of a smile on his maw. as he looked up at her before straightening himself. "Well it's a good thing you aren't, such a beautiful she-cat shouldn't waste her time in such a riff raff crowd" he mused adjusting his hood and scowling at the thought of criminals again. He scoffed at her attempt to taunt him rolling his shoulder "Just because i don't dance doesn't mean i don't know how to," he said looking around to double check that everything was peaceful still. " I just choose not to." he purred "not all of us are so skilled that we can make money off of it."

[Kitsani]

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] Jet couldn’t help but smirk slightly as he seemed to insist on calling her madam. Well, he could call her whatever he liked, she decided as she folded her arms, listening quietly as he spoke. A beautiful she-cat like herself? Whenever she was called beautiful, Jet found herself with the oddest sensation of mixed emotions. The first of them was always reluctance; she knew half the time these toms didn’t mean it, and it made her wary of just about everyone. Then of course, there was always the flattery of it all, even if it brought on some discomfort at being thought of as just another pretty face. Well, she was more than that, but Jet Marrow defiantly wasn’t about to complain about the way she looked. “Mmmh?” she cocked her head to the side. “But how are you so good at dancing, that you can do it without ever trying it? Natural talent?” she chuckled under her breath, “because if you had natural talent – not saying I doubt you do, of course – I’m sure you’d be able to make a fine living off it,” Jet purred in a cool voice. She wanted to see this cat dance, to do something he didn’t in fact do everyday. But most of all, the sokoke felt the stubborn urge to prove a point that dancing isn’t always a chore to do, and maybe it could actually be fun if you dance with the right felines.

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] The tom rolled his eyes and removed his hood, a mischievous glace casting at Jet. She was persistent, he had to admit. He could feel her sudden reluctance at his referring to her as Madam. He flattened his ears and stood back a step " Sorry to offend you, ma-Jet. Even on the streets, my brother and I were taught how to treat a lady." he bowed respectfully and cast a glare as the rowdy drunkerds began to return, ordering another round. He huffed and smiled towards her "I have danced before, but it has been some time, and i have no talent with it either" he said with a smirk, looking for yet another way out.

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[atrb=background,http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n533/KitsaniCat/JetforumMiddle.png] She cocked her head to the side, about to make a remark about his statement when she noticed the drunks seemed to have been ordering more alcohol. She bit her lip, watching them out of the corner of her eye nervously. “If it’s been some time how do you know you won’t be better at it now that you’re older?” she chimed, the edges of her mouth twitching into a smile. Of course, her momentary amusement was shattered when she jumped in surprise, whipping her head around at a loud slam that could be heard as one of the drunkies slammed their mug against the table, howling in laughter at something one of the others must’ve said. “Just what they need,” she muttered bitterly under her breath, flattening her fur again in embarrassment, “more ale.”

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[atrb=background,http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/316/forummuddymid.png] Mikhai stood up a little taller, a deep growl caught in his throat. What utter slobs... the sands of time were flowingand it would only be a matter of time before they got into deep trouble. He sighed and looked at Jet, yellow eyes searching hers. " I suppose there's only one way to find out" he held out his paw, a common gesture for the permission to dance. Sweet mercy he could not believe he, Mikhail Shade Kaiser was about to dance. He flattened his ears in reluctance, a sudden need to back out... but it was too late now.