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tushanshu_ooc2016-07-06 11:18 pm
graves ( hustle cat )
[ so you were just minding your own business, maybe seated on a park bench or at an outdoor cafe.. reading the paper, or else someone left the paper there before you arrived. either way, suddenly there's a patter, and a black cat has jumped up next to said paper. with bright, surprisingly stunning mismatched eyes, he stares at you for a few moments before slinking closer, glancing down at the text in apparent interest.
ah... is he reading it..??? ]
( b )
[ this is a nice little cafe, isn't it? nice and sunny, and the pastries are to die for. .. ok but seriously where did this new cat come from? it looks like he just wandered in at some point during the morning rush, and now he's sunning in the window like he belongs there. still, for a cat, he's paying an awful lot of attention to the people working there and the various customers. his ears keep flicking back and forth as he listens to the conversations going on in the store.
.. well.. honestly, he's probably not the strangest thing you've ever seen here.. right? ]
( c )
[ there's a slender man in what appears to be his late thirties or early forties just inside the alley you're about to pass. he's slumped sideways a little against the wall, a cane hooked over the arm that's currently crossed over his chest. he looks like he might be having trouble breathing, or perhaps he's dizzy.
still, when he glances up, it's probably a little difficult not to do a double-take. he has the most stunning, jewel-bright heterochromia.. and it's might just be a little familiar, if you've encountered a certain black cat at any point in the last day or two.
he manages a small, slightly strained smile-- an obvious and vain attempt to pretend he's fine. er.. maybe he needs a doctor or something? ]
c! 0u0
But something catches their eye, this time - some movement - and they look. A particular thin, gaunt frame that they never thought they'd see again meets their eyes...and so do those eyes, one blue, one gold.]
G...Graves...?
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he straightens with a little effort, attempting to look more presentable. he certainly doesn't want to worry someone he knows. ]
Good afternoon, Avery. [ he hesitates, stepping out of the alley, the hand not holding his cane brushing his sweater down. ] --At least, I presume that you are Avery, and not a sibling or an otherworld-almost-double.
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[Avery's beginning to tremble; it's a little much, seeing your boss and mentor acting perfectly fine after they were a Rust statue.] Are...are you okay? You look like you're hurt!
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[ the length of the hair, the frame, even the skin-tone is slightly off. avery's eyes are still very familiar, at least.
but.. ah. yes. about that. ] I.. [ his fingers tighten over the head of the cane. ] I'm certain I'll manage, Avery. You needn't be concerned.
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But when Graves tries to give them the brush-off, their eyes harden.] No. No way. You're coming back to the cafe with me and telling me what the hell is going on! Last time I saw you, Nacht had turned you into a Rust statue in an alley! You're not getting rid of me that easy!
[They sound angry, but frightened, too, and there are tears in their eyes. What the hell is going on?]
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[ a mild, feline blink follows that outburst, and graves' brows arch. ]
And it seems as if that isn't the only thing. Oh dear. [ he hesitates, then reaches to gently brush a knuckle beneath avery's eye, mouth quirking up faintly. ] As you can see, I am not a statue of rust. However.. [ he trails off uncertainly, hand drawing back. ] I fear that Nacht is still at the center of my troubles.
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Then they shake their head, trying to dispel the tears.] You can tell me at the cafe. All about Nacht and the rest of it, and why you're hurt, or...whatever. I can't work Hayes' fancy machine, but I can still make regular coffee. Only cat we have now is Mochi, though...I've been looking for the Countess, but I haven't found her.
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The cafe. [ between the mention of mochi and dracula, it isn't hard to sort out just which cafe avery means. ] You mean my cafe? Good heavens, what is it doing here of all places? [ and where is his countess, if the cafe itself--and presumably his apartment--is here? concern twists his mouth into a small frown. ] Lead the way. --Have you been leaving food out for her, just in case?
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I've been leaving food out, just in case. None of the other cats have shown up. I only found Mochi last week, but the food hadn't been touched and he didn't look like he'd been on the streets.
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still, hearing that the food hasn't been touched brings his attention back to the present. he lifts fingers to touch his lips as they walk, worried. .. she wouldn't just wander off. but then, being away from him for what sounds like weeks would have been difficult for her, and she's already so old-- ]
I can only pray that wherever she is, she's safe and dry and well-fed. [ the idea of losing dracula is often in the back of his mind, but.. it's difficult, so very difficult. she's managed to get him through some of the worst times in his life. ]
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I bet she is, if she's here. The people here are really nice. And I told them to bring any cats they find to me, so if she's found, she'll be brought to the cafe. Apparently sometimes things come through the Dreaming plane...I think that's what happened to Mochi. Some kedan children were trying to play with him.
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[ he hesitates, frowning thoughtfully as he stares down the street. ] I'm uncertain how to say this, Avery, but the you that I know is quite clearly a young man. He's perhaps a bit taller, his hair is shorter, even his skin-tone is different.
[ and that's certainly not all. he's not entirely sure that he wants to address it, though, all things considered. he's still not certain what it is going on between he and the other avery, anyway, and the notion that there's anything at all leaves him a bit flustered. ]
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Nope. Nope. That last part.]
Wh-- you're serious? But...I'm me. And I like having my hair long, and...
[Yep. Definitely unnerved.]
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Avery, that another 'you' exists elsewhere makes you no less yourself. You are still Avery Grey. [ a pause, mouth quirking up faintly. ] You are still my employee and friend. At least, I hope that still stands true.
B- aww yis
Well, hey there. I haven't seen you before. Did Avery bring you today? They didn't say anything about it.
[He wanders over to the window, crouching down and offering the back of his hand for the cat to sniff or ignore. At least he's well accustomed to dealing with the contrary nature of those of the feline bent. ]
points to eyes, points to u
well.. he's apparently friendly? at least, when it suits him. ]
this has made my day, no lie
Well, nice to meet you, too. I'm Adrien.
[Because talking to cats like they're people is a normal way to behave. Yep. ]
stretches out across this tdm seductively
he lets the teenager scratch his ears for several moments, then sits back on his haunches, tail sweeping neatly around his paws as he peers up at him. ]
Hello, Adrien. My name is Graves.
excellent B)
But this is new. He's used to Plagg talking, but Plagg isn't a real cat and this one looks like he is. Adrien jumps back with a startle yelp. Has he finally gone crazy? Or is this just another part of being the black cat chosen that Plagg decided not to mention. Can he talk to cats now?? Is that a thing?? ]
Uh... You just-
Hello, Graves?
[He's talking to a cat. He is talking to a cat ]
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Don't be alarmed. It's simply easier for me to maintain this form these days.
[ it's one way to keep the rust from spreading too quickly. of course, it's been quite sluggish anyway, at least since arriving here, but there's no need to take unnecessary risks until he has a more permanent solution. .. if one is to be had at all, that is. ]
I'm a human, actually, and the owner of this cafe. [ technically. there's still some timeline issues that need sorting out. ] Just a moment-- [ he rises to his feet and hops down from the windowsill-- and between one moment and the next, the cat is replaced by a tall, slender man leaning on a cane. he offers a small smile, mismatched eyes warm in his face. ] --Is this better?
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You- But I thought Avery owned the cafe?
[Yes, Adrien, this is the thing to focus on, good job. ]
I- sorry. That was rude. I never even thought the owner would be...a talking cat person.
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[ he pulls out a chair, seating himself neatly and hooking his cane over the edge of the table. crossing one knee over the other, he laces his fingers loosely together in his lap. ]
A timeline issue, shall we say? And property rules for.. my kind.. are rather different where the two of us hail from. I'm quite pleased with their management here, though. [ particularly given that graves himself is in no shape to take a terribly active role at the moment. ] Unfortunately, Avery appears to be the only one of my employees present.
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[Sure, Adrien, believe that one if it makes you feel better. He gives a small, almost sad smile at that.]
You never can tell who the Dreaming will bring here. Maybe they'll all show up, maybe none of them will. It's almost impossible to guess.
[He brightens, though. He likes Avery, they gave him a good job and he's genuinely enjoying learning the ropes. Adrien's father would throw a fit if he knew his son was working in a cafe of all place, but Adrien doesn't care. It's good here. ]
Avery's done really great work with this place, though. They've been a pretty good boss, I promise.