Filament
Lie Lie Lie
Flame shrugs his shoulders. "I don't have a sister." he laughs, at least not being able to remember having one." He takes a moment to think about why Streak might call her that, even moreso why he hasn't thought about streak recently. That tom is his son but he's not sure he's ready to be a dad again. What if he died because of some preventable cause again, what would Streak do without him? Maybe Streak didn't even need him in the first place.
"I guess it's okay that he likes Jezebel, but I don't really know her at all." The tom mews, scratching at his head with one of his paws.
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Filament shrugs his shoulders at PIM's comment about Lexi. He doesn't really know her well enough to say and being that the only person who really tries to talk to her is Hal; well that doesn't give him much to go on. Hal isn't a great cat for conversation.
"Weren't you just saying that we're patriots or something? They offered us their support. We've done more against Undertaker than I've seen them do." The tom counters, seeming firm in his resolve but something about his eyes suggest that he could be convinced otherwise and that he's just being stubborn.
"Shit. Well here's hoping all goes well."
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"You'd think with legs like that you'd be a bit quicker." Luther asks as they ascend up in the lift.
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Hal wants to argue, seeing that Trin is no longer invincible but slips into the vest wordlessly instead.
"You're not exactly inconspicuous, being as white as you are." The tom mews in a nervous tone while pawing at his weapon. "We better hope we don't run into that captain again, she'll recognize us."
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The bi-color tom shrugs and gives a nod to Thrush. Her magic has come in handy more than once and he has no doubt she can pull something off again if they need it.
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Luther gives her a small smile, the scent of tobacco and cologne wafting cheaply off of him as though he were some cheap drunk or skeevy salesman.
"I hadn't even knocked. We're you expecting me?" The tom asks, cocking a brow a bit suspiciously. This might be the mark he was looking for but he couldn't jump to any conclusions yet. Heaven help him he hadn't even got inside yet.
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"Wouldn't you like to know." Hal mewed teasingly, recognizing the crewmate in question as a lower ranking demon from his time in Frenziland.
"I guess it's okay that he likes Jezebel, but I don't really know her at all." The tom mews, scratching at his head with one of his paws.
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Filament shrugs his shoulders at PIM's comment about Lexi. He doesn't really know her well enough to say and being that the only person who really tries to talk to her is Hal; well that doesn't give him much to go on. Hal isn't a great cat for conversation.
"Weren't you just saying that we're patriots or something? They offered us their support. We've done more against Undertaker than I've seen them do." The tom counters, seeming firm in his resolve but something about his eyes suggest that he could be convinced otherwise and that he's just being stubborn.
"Shit. Well here's hoping all goes well."
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"You'd think with legs like that you'd be a bit quicker." Luther asks as they ascend up in the lift.
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Hal wants to argue, seeing that Trin is no longer invincible but slips into the vest wordlessly instead.
"You're not exactly inconspicuous, being as white as you are." The tom mews in a nervous tone while pawing at his weapon. "We better hope we don't run into that captain again, she'll recognize us."
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The bi-color tom shrugs and gives a nod to Thrush. Her magic has come in handy more than once and he has no doubt she can pull something off again if they need it.
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Luther gives her a small smile, the scent of tobacco and cologne wafting cheaply off of him as though he were some cheap drunk or skeevy salesman.
"I hadn't even knocked. We're you expecting me?" The tom asks, cocking a brow a bit suspiciously. This might be the mark he was looking for but he couldn't jump to any conclusions yet. Heaven help him he hadn't even got inside yet.
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"Wouldn't you like to know." Hal mewed teasingly, recognizing the crewmate in question as a lower ranking demon from his time in Frenziland.