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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 21:21:55 GMT -5
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Jet blinked in surprise at the paw, almost flinching from it at first. Wait….? She suddenly beamed, understanding the gesture and taking his paw. “That’s more like it!~” the dancer chimed gleefully. She pulled the taller tom a little bit away from the drunks. “Know any dances already?” she mewed, a devilish smirk on her maw. She felt a pang of pride that she had finally gotten him to agree to a dance, now for the hard part. Now Jet needed to get him to enjoy it. She could hum a soothing spell, but that wouldn’t really be the same as fun and it would almost be like cheating. Besides, she hated singing in front of others and singing was the only way she preformed her magic. It was probably one of the most irritating things about herself; she was usually a very confident she-cat. But singing was where she drew the line, and yet somehow it was the only way to make her stupid magic work. She guessed that was probably why she didn’t seem to use he abilities all that often, well, that and because of the slight fact that they all seemed to involve controlling others, and she wasn’t the most fond of the idea as it made her feel a prick of unease. She pushed the thoughts away; it didn’t matter, they were just going to dance and she was going to get Mikhail to enjoy it.
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Post by Muddy on Jul 20, 2012 21:43:35 GMT -5
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Mikhail sighed and gripped her paw lightly before taking a few steps away from the table, an agonized look on his face. His whisker's twitched inquisitively as her eyes lit up at the fact of him dancing. He shook his head slowly "No, Ma'am, we used to just dance about the street like stupid fools as kits. We used to just... how you say, go with the music" he said in a monotonous voice, his gaze as cold as stone " Shall we get this over with" he mrrowed before twirling her about with a flick of his paw.
In the background, more drinks were passed to the drunks who would no doubt become more and more rowdy as the night dragged on. Mikhail's fluffy stubby tail twitched as he kept his steady gaze on them between other steady glances at Jet. He wouldn't let them hurt her, if things got too out of hand.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 22:12:58 GMT -5
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“Well that’s a very good start,” she purred, allowing herself to be twirled with his less then enthusiastic flick of his wrist. She casually swung back into the dance, scoffing at his need to get it over with. “You’re not going to have any fun if you just try to rush through it,” she meowed in a matter-of-fact tone, not really having to think as her paws stepped and glided and moved with ease, the smooth connected flow of dancing very easy for a she-cat who had been doing it her entire life.
At the loud rukus, she did her best to completely ignore the drunks. She had the most annoying way of somehow attracting them like magnets, and they were pesky flies that no matter how much you swatted at them, they continued to sheepishly buzz around your head until you either squished them or locked them outside. And squishing random but stupid citizens wasn’t exactly the best of ideas, not as if Jet had any skill to put up a fight. Then again, the tom she had kicked a few weeks ago seemed to think she did pretty well, but that was a complete accident and she still felt quite bad about it.
Her blue gaze flicked back to Mikhail, who seemed to be only half-paying attention. Oh well, Jet would take what she could get, at least she got him to dance, and he wasn’t TERRIBLE at it, so that in itself was good, too.
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Post by Muddy on Jul 20, 2012 22:28:25 GMT -5
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Mikhail moved along with her, his stiff and unsure movements giving him a bit of an awkward feeling. He swayed along with the tune of the changing music, a lute violin and flute entangling their glorious note together in a melody of festive joy. Slowly more and more he began to relax, his normally hard gaze was replaced by a much softer look, which didn't really match his facial scars or hardened exterior. He waited for the climax of the tun before pulling her close and dipping her close to the ground. A slight smile on his maw. He began to forget all about the drunken toms, their booze, his constant gloom and doom. He was actually enjoying himself.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 22:48:32 GMT -5
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The she-cat grinned widely as she caught the smile as he found his footing in the dance. She had won her little mind game; he was finally letting loose. Jet purred cheerfully, making her way through the moves with slight more enthusiasm, hoping Mikhail would also match her pace. Pushing the drunks from their minds, they actually enjoyed the festival, the lanterns glistening overhead and the darkened sky of an enjoyable evening letting itself become lit by the orange glow. Jet didn’t feel scared of this tom, big scary Shade Kaiser or not. He wouldn’t turn his blade on innocent cats, and she wasn’t even in any guilds. No worries, and besides, he really wasn’t as strict as he pretended to be when he danced.
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Post by Muddy on Jul 20, 2012 23:08:17 GMT -5
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The tom let out a rumbling purr as he danced with her, every step more fast paced than the las, complicated twirls turns lifts and bows. His grim looking face was alight with a childish grin, one that had indeed had not been present for ages. He had not felt this happy since... since his he and his brother had begun blacksmithing. He twirled her again and flicked his scarred ear "Not bad eh?" he gave a little smirk and even grinned at the twinkling of her bells. Must have been made with a fine crafted metal to let loose such a beautiful sound. Well Jet was right, it was nice to have fun once in a while.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 23:20:09 GMT -5
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[ I admit to that post having made me giggle like a child |D ] Jet smiled, moving along with the movements and not trying to muffle the sound her belt emitted. It was a nice, soothing sound, but only when she danced. Jet found that while she walked, the uneven sound of them made her seem like a klutzy reindeer. But when she moved like this, they obediently seemed to follow her hips, and she never complained. She laughed slightly at Mikhail’s words, “Not at all,” she replied in a smooth mrrow. Why he didn’t dance more baffled her. He seemed quite good at going with the music and keeping up with the twirls, the dips, the moves. Every one of them. And yet he seemed so quick to growl at her the moment she had stepped over earlier. Well, it seemed to have passed and Jet was quite contented it had; she was truly enjoying the dance.
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Post by Muddy on Jul 20, 2012 23:47:59 GMT -5
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( I know right? Baaaw i find them cute together XD She's probably the first cat to make him smile in a long long time ) Mikhail contnued to match her moment as the two danced for what seem like ages. His curled stubby tail twitched at her laugh, as beautiful as the tinkling of her bells. He shook his head to release the thoughts that buzzed about his mind. A she-cat a wonderful as this did not want a tom like him. He accepted that. He grinned at her and twitched his whiskers in amusement, that was until one of the drunken toms stepped in between them, his rank breath choking the air as Mikhail was pushed back into one of the tables. He growled deeply as the drunken toms began to crowd.
"H-hic-ey there pretty she-cat, wanna give a real tom a -hic- dance" he gripped her by the shoulder and pushed her farther from Mikhail, who was picking himself up. The other toms howled and shoved eachother for a chance to have a turn with the she-cat. Mikhail's claws slid out angrily. These toms had stepped over the line as a rage built back up inside of him.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 20, 2012 23:58:55 GMT -5
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Jet let out a small yip of surprise, disgust screwing her pretty face as she glared at the rank toms, shrinking away from their rank, ale-thick breath. “Yek!” She flinched, trying to push the cat away but he seemed intent on trying to get a dance with her. Well, there was no way she was doing anything of the sort with a cat that could barely form a intelligible sentence. “Mikhail?” she called, her voice coming out a bit more shrill then she would’ve liked. She wasn’t afraid of some drunktards, but it didn’t mean she enjoyed them fawning over her, and she knew no forms of self-defence; all the sokoke she-cat could do was shove them away from her, but every time she pushed one away one of his other buddies seemed to be there. She gagged over the scent, flattening her ears to her skull.
She hated calling for help. She could take care of herself. But this seemed to have evolved into one of those situations where she was suddenly extremely glad Mikhail was picking himself up form the table, bristling with rage. She didn’t want to think for heartbeat what she would’ve done if they had all came after her while she was alone.
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Post by Muddy on Jul 21, 2012 0:20:49 GMT -5
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The drunken tom dug his claws into her shoulder" Oh you aren't going anywhere... perhapsss i could get a -hic- kiss" The other toms howled again and crowded even more, beginning their grabbing at her. Mikhail hauled himself up again rolling his shoulders as he quickly grabbed his blade and separated it from the hilt so it was just bar and chain. as he lashed out at the gawking drunkerds. Two immediately scattered tails curled under in fear as the stumbled into the dwindled festival crowds. Another tom took a swing at Mikhail, obviously intoxicated beyond comprehension. The Shade kaiser used the hilt of his blade to take out his legs and shove him into the soft dirt. He grabbed onto the tom who had his claws on Jet and threw him to the other side of the ring of tables. Lashing his back with his chain
"Do you find it amusing to prey on a she-cat? And what's your excuse eh? You're drunk? No i recognize you... This is not the first time" he picked the stuttering tom up and slammed him into the table "If i ever catch you touching her again... I will have you in the stocks" he snarled under his breath before grabbing his blade and his hilt, re-attaching them and making his way over back to Jet to inspect her "Are you alright" he said looking over her to make sure she was unharmed.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 21, 2012 0:32:26 GMT -5
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The marbled she-cat flinched, the claws leaving slight scores in her shoulders. She cussed, spilling a few quite un-lady-like words under her breath, making a mental note to get her scrapes cleaned later. Who knows where that tom had been. Her bright blue eyes flicked over to the fight taking place. If you could call it a fight. The drunken toms, too revolting and disorientated to walk straight, pretty much just got slammed and pushed around until they agreed to leave Jet alone in the least slurred meow they could manage.
“Thanks,” she meowed awkwardly at Mikhail made his was over to her, asking if she was alright. “I’m fine,” she proceeded to mumble, completely embarrassed and humiliated that she had fallen prey to such disgusting toms. Her ears flattened against her head, and she averted her gaze. Some night that had been at the lantern-lit festival field. She should’ve known better then to…well, when she thought about it there was no way she regretted meeting Mikhail and it wasn’t exactly as if she could make sure not to look pretty today, so maybe she wouldn’t be targeted like that. With cats that stupid, Jet had the suspicion is really wouldn’t have mattered what she looked like. Yerck.
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Post by Muddy on Jul 21, 2012 0:44:19 GMT -5
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Mikhail gazed at the scores on her shoulder, concern flashing over his face " Would you allow me to look at that Mada- Jet?" he drew closer and frowned. He should have taught those toms a lesson long before thing had gotten out of hand. He cursed himself for allowing her to get hurt. He flattened his ears at her mumbling and apparent embarrassment. "You don't have to be embarrassed, not alot you could have done with those numbsculls" he said in a soft tone has he took his paw and lifted her chin "If you like, i can take you to my house, and clean that for you. It will only take a moment, and then you can continue your dancing" he smiled and twitched his tail.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 21, 2012 8:52:49 GMT -5
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She opened her mouth to refuse; to state that she could do it fine herself, when she took in the fact that she probably couldn’t. Besides, Mikhail was finally smiling, and judging by his career, he probably knew far more than her when it came to scraps and such. “Alright,” she breathed, the edges of lips twitching into the slightest of smiles as she decided to forget about the drunkies. Besides, seeing that one still passed out on the floor made her feel slightly better already.
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Post by Muddy on Jul 21, 2012 13:10:38 GMT -5
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Mikhail put his hood up over his ears and grabbed his blade before checking all the unconciosu drunks. He would make sure to have his shades keep an eye on them as he escorted Jet to his home. It would only take a little while to make their way from the festival grounds in the eastern quarter to his home in the Northern quarter. He could still tell that the she-cat was unsettled by the events, no doubt if Mikhail had been her, without his knowledge of combat he would have been too. Perhaps he could teach her a little self defense, it looked like she might need it if such drunks were so persistent as to inflict damage on her.
As the two reached his home he removed his hood and opened the door for her, revealing his quaint, but nicely decorated home, a piece of art on each wall or corner. He set his blade aside and removed his cloak hanging them on a hook before grabbing a few hanging dried herbs and bandages. "How are you feeling?" he mused as he offered her a set in a chair.
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Post by Kitsani on Jul 21, 2012 15:33:32 GMT -5
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Jet padded into the house, glancing around curiously. It had somewhat of the same layout as her own, but glancing around Mikhail was clearly far better off than the sokoke dancer. He could afford to pick up occasional pieces of art, which now tastefully decorated the walls of his home as Jet’s bright blue gaze rested on each other them in turn. It was really quite cozy, and she obediently sat to where the larger tom directed her.
As he asked the question again however, she frowned, certain she had answered something basically the same only moments ago. “I’m fine,” she scoffed, “You should’ve seen the other guys,” she meowed, waving her paw as if swatting a fly with a slight laugh, knowing very well if anybody knew how they looked right now, it was Mikhail.
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