WELCOME TO SOLARITE. Cats representing the four elements fight to survive and take all they can from the others. Pollution and mysterious events is what keeps everyone down, sometimes it proves to even be fatal. It's 'fend for yourself', everybody against everybody. Who will win? Who's side are you on?
nameless. or, rather, born with a dull name and left to rot. he knew not where his parents, his family, was but he knew they were not beside him and, as far as he was concerned, that was perfectly fine. whatever death had befallen them - they deserved it. if you can't win the game, if you can't solve the puzzle, you're nothing but a loser. he wasn't technically allowed to speak that out loud, however, so he would remain quiet.
at that moment in time, the blue eyed albino was playing with a semi rotted rubik's cube, pushing the rows from side to side with two tiny forepaws to try and match up the faded hues.
Oh, a kid. The temporary underboss didn't notice him yet, but he did sense something other then himself in the are. A wise presense. Turning his head, the red tabby would allow his gaze to befall on the albino. Abandoned? Probably. The way he was moving the cube, he seemed.. clever. And a glint in the other's eye seemed to be so much like his own- but he couldn't place a paw on it.
he turned to the direction of the smaller feline, and with a little sigh began to pad over. Name and buisness wouldn't go very well to ask- no. " Hello, who might you be?"
his eyes wandered sideways quite suddenly, gaze cold and calculating, and he paused to look down at his cube momentarily. "it doesn't matter," was his response, and then he shrugged. "nobody." the albino studied blahkenmuro with a sort of apathetic curiosity, then- "but you could be interesting. what's your name? give it to me." then, to pass the time between the end of his words and the start of the other's, he turned back to his cube and slotted the final rows into place.
I.. intresting. " Okay." he muttered to the little intriduction. He would then crouch down, sitting down0 but you'd say that the position was a bit.. off. He then allowed his gaze to wnader to the cube, remembering that one quite well from his childhood, surrounded by humans left and right. " Do you like solving puzzles? I've got some things you might like then." he would manage. The male was.. intruging. He seemed so young.. yet.. beyond his age.
He could be intresting? Not quite, not quite. Just an ill, young temporary Underboss. Nothing quite as intresting as the albino would have hoped- for sure. " Well. Me? Blahkenmuro. Boss of the Aquinite group- but temporarely an underboss as though I am sick." he responded, curiousity in his tone. Truly, he found this.. nobody quite special. " Do you need a home?"
"yes. i like puzzles." and just like that, his attention was once more grabbed, the mention of puzzles striking interest in his heart. "you have things for me? i'd like to see them." the albino finally pushed away his puzzle and rolled it about to check it was fully complete, before sitting up straight and studying blahkenmuro closely. he had a strange name, and was awfully open about it.
"you trust quickly. that could be a bad thing." he commented, then, before widening his already large eyes. "a home? well, i don't have one, so another could be useful. i'll accept that offer."
Post by BLAHKENMURO on Aug 4, 2014 17:06:43 GMT -5
" I am a lot like you... ah, yeah. You should get a name." what a big frustrate. Having no fucking name would be both humiliating and.. awkward. " I have dice- cubes you can stack, count, etc cetera. A big collection." he added quietly. His gaze then left the cube and once again burned onto the kitten's pelt.
" Come along. You're welcome into Aquinite at any time.."and i'd love to speak with you more, complete stranger. he added in his mind.
"i'm a lot like you? interesting. i'm afraid i don't see it." he answered honestly, lifting a hind paw to scratch behind his ear. from what he'd seen, he had yet to find any similarities between him and the older red tabby. "but i do like the sound of the puzzles you have. show me this... aquinite. as for a name... i never denied the existence of one, but i have, rather, abandoned it. uninterested in one." he was more interested in mental simulation.
Post by BLAHKENMURO on Aug 4, 2014 17:30:53 GMT -5
" You don't know me." he responded with the same honesty- he too had obsessions. I am honored to be in your presence, nameless. he would think, and rise to his paws. " I will. Just follow me."
As he began to walk, he thought of a way to help the albino. A name was needed- for sure. No need for identity crisis. It could be avoided.
"no, i don't. But you're making a fleeting impression." abandoning his rubik's cube to follow, the young albino trotted besides blahkenmuro, head tilting. "nate river? it's... interesting, definitely. i do like it." he admitted after a moment. nate river? a fitting name for a prince. he licked his nose and quickened his pace, drastically. "so, what toys do you have?" that was all he was interested in, truly.
dice, puzzles. "rubik's cubes, or not?" he then inquired bluntly, head tilting as blahkenmuro spoke of an alias. "near? alright, i'll try it. how far away's aquinite?" impatient? perhaps.
" No. Dice, one thing." he stopped. " Count them. Stack them. They have dots on each side. One on the first- two on the second- and so on and so forth. Six sides in total. uzzles- pieces of carton. Put 'em togetehr- you get a picture." had he put those two words together? Shit.