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Post by mysterykitten on May 25, 2012 14:40:59 GMT -5
Zahara exited her house with her item belt and with her cloak. She had only one weapon with her at the moment, a knife, so she just looked like a normal peasant with the cloak on. There was only one place she wanted to go, the hot spring.
Running along quickly, she smiled when she detected the first trace of steam. She wouldn't get all the way in the hot spring, no, she would only put her back paws in. Zahara didn't enjoy getting wet all that often, but just her feet was okay.
Once she fully got to the spring, she sat at the hot water's edge, dipping her feet in and leaning back on her elbows.
It was kind of lonely, but Zahara could live with that.
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Post by Kitsani on May 25, 2012 14:48:30 GMT -5
The marbled she-cat yawned, her tail flickering contentedly. The warm, steamy air was relaxing, and a luxury that the dancer couldnt often afford. Making money was a full-time mission, breaks like these were always few and far in between. She lay silently, nestled in the crook of a treebranch with her back against the sturdy trunk. She let her rear paws dangle down, as well as her tail as it swayed merrily. Jet's blue eyes closed slowly, soaking in the moment and ilstening to the quiet bubbling of the hot springs below her perch in the tree. A rustle violently snapped her from her daydream, and at the sound of a fline approaching the dancer nearly fell out of her tree in surprise. She shuffled back to her comfortable spot, refusing stubbornly to move smiply because somebody had come over. She peered off to the side and spotted the newcomer. She smiled to herself, recognising the cloaked she-cat from the market. Heh, cloak. If only te stubborn feline would take that thing off so Jet wouldn't have to trip over it all the time. But to each their own, it wasnt as if the sokoke cat was quick to take her belt off. Reminding herself of it's prescence, she folded er front paws atop of her prized possesion (bad habit) and heard it jingle quietly from where the three bells hung from her waist.
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Post by icyreflections on May 25, 2012 15:01:40 GMT -5
A shadowed figure sat perched atop a somewhat large rock that surrounded the sizzling pools. The steam from the hot water rose and curled playfully around the young tom’s toes as he flexed his paws, letting the warmth relaxed his lower body muscles as his upper body and front paws were occupied with supporting and strumming an old violin. The melody emulated from the instruments’ core sent the tom back in time- a moment when he was younger and had his grandfather by his side to teach him how to play. He lost himself in the gentle sound and, with his eyes shut, he pictured what it was like to be a small kit again with his grandfather by his side, each cat playing their fiddle for their family of gypsies to dance to.
The sounds of nature and the music he controlled mingled together peacefully however, there was suddenly a disturbance in the meditation he created for himself and Misto snapped back into reality and lost concentration on the soothing sounds around him.
Another cat had entered the area and dipped her feet into a pool a few ways down from the one he was currently sitting near. He observed her for a moment, not sure if he should take interest or continue playing. Misto enjoyed meeting new cats, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to be alone and relax. ‘Perhaps,’ he thought, ‘if she likes my music, she’ll give me some coins.’
He turned his attention back to the forest he was peering at while he played and moved his violin back to his shoulder and rested his chin and cheek upon its smooth, glossy surface. Misto may have been a poor gypsy- but he treated his violin with love and care. He was about to begin strumming again when he realized… What if she got annoyed with his rude and inconsiderate behavior? How was he to play without asking her if it was disturbing?
He slowly put in instrument down again and turned his attention to the she-cat. “Excuse me, my lady,” Misto said formally with a soft smile for the sake of being polite, “I do hope you do not mind- I was hoping to play my violin. Would you be interested in listening?”
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Post by mysterykitten on May 25, 2012 15:13:08 GMT -5
Zahara's ears twitched as she heard the familiar jingle of bells, that one dancer must be here. Looking around, she gazed at the other cats here, turning to one as he addressed her about her interest him him playing his violin. "Oh, sure, I'd love to hear it." she gave him a polite nod. The she-cat loved music, all kinds of music, it was another aspect that helped Zahara relax. Music combined with being at the hot spring was like a dream come true.
Zahara closed her eyes and breathed in the hot spring air, many scents filled her nose, all were special in their own way. She began to drift into her memories of earlier times, smiling when she remembered how she was during her days in the orphanage, never wanting to be adopted. Just look at the she-cat now, a successful assassin with a house to live in, spending her spare time between jobs to relax at a hot spring. This was life.
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Post by Kitsani on May 25, 2012 15:19:27 GMT -5
Now Jet stood on her four paws upon the branch,creeping closer the edge so she could peer over the side and spot the cat that had just offered to play music. Music! Oh how she adored music! Her bells tinkled slightly as she stalked and looked over with curiouse, child-like blue eyes. Her belt gave her osmething to dance to, but nothing coul replace real, pure music. Music that cold only immerge from raw talent. If they hadn't noticed her from her jingling, she felt no need to announce her prescence. It would be rude to intterupt. It didn't really help that now her thoughts were glued to the toxedo tom, her tail flicking with anticiption as she eagerly waited for him to play the delicate-looking instrument gripped tightly in his paws. The way he held it close reminded the she-cat oddly of how she would hold her own belt.
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Post by icyreflections on May 25, 2012 15:36:22 GMT -5
Misto grinned happily and his tail quivered with joy. He now had an audience to encourage him to play! Nothing made him happier for he was taught to perform for a crowd since he was a young kit. “Thank you very much my lady,” Misto said gratefully dipping his head, “I shall play for you- may it be a song you will never forget.”
Utilizing his skills of observation, Misto determined that the she-cat indeed came to the hot springs to relax and get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. He turned away from the forest so his attention and music was now directed towards the she-cat before him. He gripped his instrument and began to play a soft, soothing melody. For a few moments, he kept a slow paced rhythm, it was a song his grandfather played after the gypsies danced and before they retired to sleep. He played the sweet lullaby and then slowly, he quickened the pace. It wasn’t terribly fast, it was still soothing and soft music, but quicker. At this point Mitso leapt to his feet and stood on top of the stone he perched upon. With great, inherited dexterity, he alternated his back paws in little bounces and he rotated in one spot. As the song’s pace quickened, so did his feet. Faster and faster, he spun and the music’s pace was now fairly quick but still lovely. Where the music once made the listener sleepy, it now made them happy to be alive and wish to dance with him.
Suddenly, Misto’s tune halted and he landed on the tips of his toes on a single paw. He lowered the tune and pace slowly, and as he did, he lifted back paw came down to the stone surface in tune with the music. The mood became much quieter and slower until he did an abrupt note that ended the song.
He smiled, satisfied with his performance and glanced up at the she-cat expectantly. “Well my dear?” he grinned, sliding down to sit upon the stone once more, “what did you think?”
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Post by mysterykitten on May 25, 2012 15:44:18 GMT -5
Zahara still had her eyes closed, letting the sound of the music fill into her soul, the soothing melody helped her calm down, she couldn't help but be sad when the lovely song was over.
"Bravo." she purred, applauding the tom. "You are quite the violin player, one of the best I've seen." the she-cat added, smiling. Perhaps the she-cat could make a new friend? That would be quite nice, she needed more friends. Right now, she only had acquaintances, which were the assassins who took part in raising Zahara, but they were more like her adopted family, her being adopted from the orphanage an all, she couldn't remember her biological parents much. She did know her brother though, but it was not a memory she wanted to linger on in her nostalgia. It was the memory of when she had been hired to kill her brother.
The she-cat shook her head, focusing her icy blue gaze on the violin-playing tom once more.
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Post by Kitsani on May 25, 2012 15:51:36 GMT -5
At last, the marbled she-cat spoke, her front paws hanging lazily off the end of the branch as her tail swept from side to side. "That was goergeous!" Jet chidded with a smile. She swiftly rose to her paws and hopped down, landing neatly on her hinds a few feet away from the cloaked she-cat. She tossed a kind-hearted smirk towards the hooded feline, "Hope you guys don't mind me dropping in; I'm not usually this nosy, but I couldn't help but overhear that violin," Her bright, pretty eyes darted back to the tom. "May I ask where you learned to play?" She cocked her head to the side. She would play an instrument if she could, but every time anyone's tried to teach her, she would mess up her sound while stubbornly trying to dance while she practiced playing. She wasnt the best of multitaskers, and there was no way she could ditch her belt. She longnigly wished that sometimes felines would play for her as she danced, but she rarely got such luck, and when she did it was always in a group. Not to mention that without practice, and without knowing the song the musiscian would play, she could sometimes get a little lost. And embaressment was something Jet detested, and as a result she usually kept very hushed about her love for songs.
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Post by icyreflections on May 25, 2012 16:12:09 GMT -5
Misto raised his chin with pride, soaking in the warm compliments like the rays of the sun. He felt jubilant under the eyes of the other cat and itched to show off some more of his talent just so he could make her smile at him some more.
He bowed his head and mewed with an excited edge in his voice, “thank you kindly, my dear.” He beamed at her, “such kind compliments are certainly worth more than gold- of course,” he winked and stuck out his tongue playfully, “try to tell a vendor that and they’ll spit in your face.”
He liked the company of other cats very much and was always willing to talk and make friends with strangers. He looked at the other cat for a moment, looking into her eyes and storing her face to his memory when another cat appeared from the tree branches above and landed smoothly on the ground before him. Misto calmly watched this new cat- her appearance was unexpected but not startling in the least. In fact, he took great pleasure in her revealing herself- he didn’t realize he had yet ANOTHER audience member watching over him. What a lovely turn of events. The inkling to play another tune burn in his veins- his need to perform was so etched into his being that he had a hard time suppressing it.
He looked at this new cat, thinking instantly about how pretty she was. She had such lovely, exotic accessories that reminded him of the bells and ribbons that his sisters and cousins wore when they performed their dances for the crowds they managed to attract. The bells around her waist were tied around his sisters’ paws and kept the beat and rhythm of the song they danced to. It helped them keep pace.
“You most certainly may,” Misto mewed tipping the violin back and forth on his knee as he spoke. “You see, my family is very poor and we must do whatever we can to feed ourselves. My cousins and sisters dance for coins and my grandfather used to play for them. However, he took ill and was no longer able to keep his paws steady enough to play as well as he used to. As a result, I learned to play in his place.” He blinked, thinking of the many lessons he had to endure to learn how to hold the violin properly and strum in the correct way. It pained him to think of his grandfather now but at the same time, a warmth spread through him as he thought of the gift he bestowed upon him before he died and the closeness they shared when he played his music.
Looking Jet up and down, Misto began, “pardon me for making such a rash observation,” he smiled a gentle, friendly grin, “but you appear to have such graceful paws and accessories- would you happen to be a dancer?” The thought of sharing each other’s talents excited him- he was more than happy to play for her if she was willing to dance for him.
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Post by mysterykitten on May 25, 2012 16:27:05 GMT -5
Zahara wasn't at all surprised at the appearance of Jet, she had heard the jingle of bells long before, and already knew of her presence. She listened intently on the background of the tom's wonderful playing, but looked away when he was talking to Jet about how graceful the dancer was. Sure, Zahara was graceful too, but not in a way that anyone wants, the assassin was only graceful in the arts of killing. But another thought hit her mind.
She never took off her cloak in public, she was sort of embarrassed about her fur to show it to the public. It was a strange mast up. Orange Turkish Van tail and everything else was from the other half of her breed mix, Tonkinese. Sometimes she liked it, sometimes she didn't.
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Post by Kitsani on May 25, 2012 16:38:09 GMT -5
Jet listened curiously as Misto told her about his past. She almost smiled slightly; they seemed to alike. Preforming to get by, having to work their paws to the bone to make their families proud. Although she noted mentally that her training methods had probably been far different from that of the gentle feline. Her blue eyes drifted to her paw pads. Tough, callused, and riddled with scars. She silently turned them so her pads were hidden against her sides. "Hm?" She returned her attention to Misto. Her jowls glided back into a widespread smile at his remark, and with a light chuckle, the marbled tabby nodded. "Yes," she chided, "I've been a dancer for as long as I can remember. You could call it a bit of a...family trade." She mewed carefully. She pricked her ears, silently hoping he might offer to play for her, as she quickly overruled the idea of asking him if she may dance. She shuffled one of her feet in the dirt out of a habit, and as her eyes dropped to where her feet were she noticed she stood close to the edge of the other she-cat's cloak. She smiled, "Don't you ever take that off? It must be awfully hot in there," Jet mrowed curiously, then put a little paw over her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude," she exclaimed quickly.
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Post by icyreflections on May 25, 2012 17:03:20 GMT -5
“Ah, I see,” Misto grinned knowingly. His family didn’t have a set profession, they did whatever was necessary to survive but whichever talents were utilized usually had to do with performing for an audience. He thought of his violin as well as his tarot cards tucked away within the long sash tied around his petite waist. Whatever money he couldn’t make by playing his instrument, he made up for with his fortunes and card tricks. He didn’t realize how hard Jet had worked to become the dancer she was today because his talents were more mentally stimulating than physically. While she knew pain from working tirelessly to master her profession, Misto spent hours memorizing songs and notes and studying others’ faces and expressions. The slightest tilt of the head or furrow of the brow could tell him so much and made his fortune telling ability more accurate.
“Well then,” he began with a cool purr as he slid off the rock and approached the dancer on two dainty feet. He bowed before her, his front left paw stretch over his chest and his right paw extended backward and clenched his violin. “Perhaps one day, we can show everyone what we are made of.” He lifted his head to meet her eyes and grinned, “I would be honored to play for you one day, my lady, if only you shall grace me with one of your lovely dances.”
He straightened and turned his attention back to the cat in the spring. He hadn’t really thought of her cloak before until Jet mentioned it. Though it was peculiar she didn’t remove it, Misto decided not to pry. “Perhaps it is her security blanket?” he pondered quietly partly in response to Jet’s question but it was more to himself and the cat before him.
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Post by mysterykitten on May 25, 2012 17:15:02 GMT -5
Zahara waved a paw, showing forgiveness in Jet's comment to her. "It's quite alright." she replied, twitching her ears. She had never really thought about why she wore the cloak all the time in public, she usually wore it to hide her identity, and the assassin did have to admit, the heat was quite annoying when it was brought to her attention. She felt a piece of the cloth in one paw, it had grown ragged and worn over time, but she still used it. "...I always wear it in public..." she began. "I guess it makes me feel...safe and secure. It was given to me by my adopted father." With saying this, the assassin was pulled into more nostalgia thinking about her adopted family of fellow assassins.
Shaking her head, she looked back up to the two cats, her icy blue gaze showing mixed emotions, should she take the cloak off? Or not?
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Post by Kitsani on May 25, 2012 17:28:48 GMT -5
Jet smiled and batted her eyelashes slightly. "Well, kind sir, I will be honored to take you up on that offer at some time," She laughed. The dancer smiled kindly; this cat seemed nice. She was used to cats flirting with her a lot, but they always just seemed to want her to go home with them. Finally a tom where all he asked out of her was a dance, and one she would happily trade for a beautiful tune. She flicked her tail, turning back to Zahara and letting out a breath of relief to see that she seemed to have been forgiven. She listened quietly. A security blanket? Her paws reached down and lightly layed across one of her bells, it's smooth, cold brass chilling against her scarred paws. "I know what you mean," Jet mewed in a kind voice. "My belt is like that for me too..." the tabby sokoke confessed, when she suddenly blinked and realized something. She didn't know any of these cat's names! Not wanting to be the one who randomly changed the topic after asking such a personal question to the she-cat, Jet remained quiet and fiddelled with her bells.
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Post by icyreflections on May 25, 2012 18:40:38 GMT -5
Misto cast his dark amber gaze down upon the she-cat in the pool. He briskly padded to her in her direction and crouched next to her with a gentle smile. “You are free to do as you wish, if you do not feel comfortable without your attire, you should not be forced to part with it.” He blinked softly as he continued with the same kind, soothing voice, “I think looks lovely on you. And although I do imagine it gets warm under there and you are a pretty she-cat beneath that cloak, I do not think ill of you for not wanting to remove it.” He flashed his violin before her and smiled, “although it is not a garment like yours or the dancer’s, my violin was passed to me by my deceased grandfather. When I play it, its music sooths me and comforts me as well. The music is my security blanket because it makes me think of the days that I had someone I could really look up to and admire by my side.” He tilted his head in a friendly manner as he thought of what he was trying to say and hoped that he was expressing it well.
As Jet began to respond to his previous offer, he bounced to his paws and trotted back towards her. “You honor me, graceful dancer,” Misto purred, his attention now on Jet, “I look forward to our future meeting.” With a polite grin, he dipped his head once more cordially. “Might I be so bold as to ask for both thy fair ladies names?” He said looking from one cat to the other. If he was going to meet Jet again in the future, he felt it was only polite and necessary that they at least knew what to call each other by. He didn’t want to be rude and exclude the other member of his audience, however for she seemed to be a kind and considerate cat and Misto took a liking to her as well. Of course, Misto took a liking to nearly every cat he met and wished that he could meet and befriend them all in time.
To make the entire situation less awkward, Misto cast his gaze upon them both and introduced himself first. “You may call me Misto,” he did a small bow and lifted himself up as he explained, “I am a street performer, as you may have realized already.” He smirked gently as he continued, “not only do I play the violin, I also make a living doing card tricks and reading fortunes. I would be only to happy to <i>astound</i> you in the future with these talents of mine.”
“It is all in good fun, I assure you,” he said with a playful grin and a wink.
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