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May 13, 2009 22:17:52 GMT -6
Post by miguel on May 13, 2009 22:17:52 GMT -6
(Okay, so this is my first post. I hope this goes well. Sorry in advance)
Why are these drills so hard anyway, he thought as he was walking along the fence. Cato Orson, wearing faded camo pants with a grey tight shirt and a tradional dog tag, flipped his knife in the air. Catching the knife by the hilt, Cato glanced back at where he worked out previously. He stopped walking and sighed. He flipped his knife and mumbled, "I don't see why i need to train in this muggle army anyway." He walked a little bit more away from the sunny patches in the encampment. He sat down next to one of the only trees in the encampment and thought about all the activities that went on during the day. The heat was bad being reaching 92 at the point when the team did their brutal workout. Waking up was another similar story. Cato woke up with sweat and a missing pillow. He was thinking, I wish I could get used to this temperature when his immature 'friend' hit him with what used to be a comfortable head rest. Why did it have to be so sunny and hot today anyway? He thought as he glanced at the weather once again.
"It is windy today," he noted out loud, "I didn't notice that one earlier. As he continued to flip his knife around he watched the squirrels go across the branches an jump over the fence.
"I don't see the point in this at all," he mumbled to himself. He quickly regained his concentration just to notice his knife slip through his fingers and flip miraculously through the fence. He stood up dumbfounded that he had just lost his knife.
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May 14, 2009 10:16:47 GMT -6
Post by Gin on May 14, 2009 10:16:47 GMT -6
Werewolves in the army just were not a good idea. Sure, the training would obviously help with their fighting ability but the pressure the trainees went through to reach that state was tremendous. If any of his pack, or those his pack was responsible for, happpened to phase when one of his fellows pulled a prank on him, there would be hell to pay; not only for that wolf but for his brothers as well. Cal did not want to deal with that. So when Conner had informed him that there was a werewolf in the muggle army, the man had wasted no time getting over to the base.
For the past four hours, Cal had not moved. His dark eyes were trained on the camps, watching all the trainees as they practiced through their days. A few seemed much weaker than the others. Those three boys had easily been marked off of Cal's list of potential brothers. After watching for most of the day, Cal had narrowed down his list to two boys in particular. One was a tall, black-haired boy, not too muscular but very fit. He had been keeping up with with the higher ranks all day, showing no signs of slowing down. It was as if he was naturally talented in endurance and agility. Cal's other top pick was a stocky brunette kid, barely out of high school. The boy didn't have much in the way of endurance but he refused to let the older boys get the best of him. Every time he would fall, get teased, he shot right back with an even better effort.
Cal looked up as one of the recruits wandered away from the unit. He looked like any of the other recruits, camo pants, grey shirt, and dog tags. Cal scoffed. He had ruled out this particular boy long ago. He was playing with a knife, carelessly flipping it about in the air. Maybe Cal could have a little fun. He reached into his pocket, pulled the thin piece of wood, and aimed it silently at the lone soldier. The knife floated up and through the fence.
The man looked slightly bewildered at the sudden loss of his knife and Cal chuckled for a brief second.
"Lose something?" he asked, walking over to the soldier. Cal looked down at the ground as he slowly approached, searching for where he had dropped the knife after lifting it away with his wand. "This perhaps?" The sparkle of the silver caught Cal's attention. He knelt to pick it up, holding it out through the wire as he stood again.
"I'm Calvin," he added, trying not to be rude.
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May 14, 2009 14:03:52 GMT -6
Post by miguel on May 14, 2009 14:03:52 GMT -6
Cato stood there dumbfounded. Not only did he lose his father's favorite knife, someone walked up and happened to be in the location to return it. He looked over the man. Brown hair, fairly young and in shape wearing athletic shorts and a white tank top. Maybe it's just me, I've been through so much random training, he thought as he glanced at the knife.
He quickly snatched the knife and said, "thanks." He glanced where his knife fell. A little far for how i was i flipping that around, He thought as began replaying the process of how the knife flew. He quickly shook his head thinking, Why am I thinking so methodically over nothing?
He recovered his sudden rudeness by asking, "What brings you out here? I haven't seen many citizens out here." He looked at his father's knife for any blemishes and, after rubbing the blade against his arm, he sheathed it.
Cato overlooked the man once again, "I suppose introductions are in order. I'm Cato." He out stretched his hand and then slightly pulled it back before realizing there was a fence there. What is this awkward feeling I have around this guy, like family?, he thought as he stood there, still slightly suspicious for no reason, waiting for a reply.
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May 17, 2009 0:18:35 GMT -6
Post by Gin on May 17, 2009 0:18:35 GMT -6
Cal held out the knife for barely ten seconds before the other man snatched it back quickly like it had been his life right there in Cal's hand. Oh well. Cal pulled his hand back, tucking it against his chest with his other arm, both now crossed lazily. "Thanks." Cal nodded, No problem, he added, a light hint of amusement. Sometimes it was fun to be a wizard; And being a werewolf made it all the better.
"What brings you out here? I haven't seen many citizens out here."
"Scouting business," he replied. It was an honest answer, one that he could simply spit out without a second thought. As he continued though, the lies came freely. "I suppose introductions are in order. I'm Cato." Cal muttered a 'nice to meet'cha,' then kept talking. "I'm from Army Intelligence. We've been getting some tips about some of you boys." He flashed a knowing look through the fence. Running on a new thought, Cal paused his lies. Maybe this Cato fella could help Cal figure out which of these boys was a werewolf.
After a brief pause, Cal continued. "Say, you haven't noticed anything odd about any of your fellows have you, Cato?" he asked. Something told him that this man knew more than the average soldier but it was only a hunch, nothing to write home about.
Having asked his question, Cal now realized the annoying hedge of wire seperating him from his source of information. He stared at it for a few seconds, debating how to handle it. Being a wizard, he could easily dispatch the thing in multiple ways. But, since this man did not know Cal as a wizard, that left only normal human ways. He would have to scale it.
It was easy enough for the werewolf. He was strong, could easily manuever around and over things. And so he did.
In a matter of about ten seconds, Cal had managed to pull himself up his side of the fence and toss his weight over the top to carefully land on the other side with a light hrumf. As he stood, Cal patted and brushed the cloud of dust away that had settled onto his white tanktop. He looked up, aiming a crooked grin at Cato as if that fully explained why he had just scaled a wire fence. It, of course, didn't, but that didn't stop Cal from doing it, and it didn't stop him from not giving any verbal explaination for his sudden, random action. But Cal didn't care.
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May 17, 2009 3:07:02 GMT -6
Post by miguel on May 17, 2009 3:07:02 GMT -6
"I'm from Army Intelligence. We've been getting some tips about some of you boys." Cato raised his eyebrows, but quickly dropped them once he heard the words. I've been trained not to show any sign of surprise when keying on something interesting, he thought angrily. Nothing to suspect of fear though, it's just a healthy visit to look at the combat skills within the team. he looked at his fingers to make himself look busy while trying to recover his lost facade. He realized that his fingers look grimy with dirt and unhealthy. He scraped at them, one at a time, with his thumbnail and polished till they look almost decent. Then he heard it. The question that made him stop his cleaning and his eyes bulged for nearly a whole second before he continued. "Say, you haven't noticed anything odd about any of your fellows have you, Cato?" That isn't a normal thing for someone from Army Intelligence to be asking, Cato thought. Army Intelligence wouldn't find anything interesting enough out here to hold their attention, not something at this trivial. Either Army Intelligence has more information than even I do, or this guy isn't from Intelligence. Then he heard it. The soft sound of a thump right near him. He glanced up and saw Cal standing there. No, Cato did more than glancing, he came close to glaring. His sole purpose was to read anything that would be given to him though the unreadable eyes of Cal.
"Something odd with my mates?" He paused to trying to let Cal think he was actually thinking over it, rather than thinking so deeply about it beforehand. "Not anything that someone from Army intelligence would find interesting. Only trivial issues happen here, things that aren't big enough for Intelligence to take any active participation in. But there is something out of the ordinary going on. You see those two men over there?" Cato pointed over his shoulder with his slightly cleaner thumb. He glanced in the the direction he pointed to verify that it was indeed the correct location. He was pointing at black-haired man who was fair in regards to build and a brown-haired teen who was stocky.
"Those two are known in this camp as the furious duo. They don't like each other and don't hang, but they share an emotion that makes everyone think they must be related." Cato stopped. He sat down on a tree root at the base of the tree and breathed. He looked at the blue sky and enjoyed the wind blowing through what little hair he had while secretly analyzing Cal few a seconds before going onward in the conversation. "That brown-haired teen, his name is John Brafford. He is a pain. He was the one who woke me up with my own pillow, starting this 'wonderful' day. He is considered the strongest in the camp and a show off about it too. I, myself, think he is an exception since he uses steroids, which explains his anger issues."
Cato stopped briefly to take out his canteen and take a swig from it and outstretched him arm slightly. "Would you like a little water?" He began his conversation again. This is were the more interesting reactions should exist if there are any. "That black-haired guy over there, his name is Fred Maurits. He has been here for a while, thats why he seems to do the drills well. His anger is less direct, since most everyone hasn't seen it. When he does get mad, which rarely happens due to the lack of stress in this area, it ends quickly mostly due to the fact that it only takes one punch for him to knock anyone out. It was a shocker when he knocked John out, but non one complained he deserved it. One time though, I had to deck him because he was having a nightmare. Apparently it was making him mad, and I didn't feel safe with the possibility of a sleepwalking terror." Cato smiled as he finished. He looked at Cal with half of his attention on the birds squalking as they few over the compound. He shifted his bracelet on his wrist with his left hand making a very faint zzzpt and placed his right hand on a low hanging branch to make himself look relaxed. Now, what are you going to do?
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May 21, 2009 14:39:24 GMT -6
Post by Gin on May 21, 2009 14:39:24 GMT -6
Cal remained quiet as the seconds ticked by. Cato seemed fine with not saying anything but it wouldn’t be long before Cal would know everything about this camp, so it didn’t matter to him how much this Cato fellow spilled; He would know it all before two days passed. However, the glare Cato had pinned on Cal peaked a slight curiosity. Why was this stranger so hostile? Had there already been a bad experience with Intelligence? But Cal was given little time to make any assumptions before the other man had moved to answering the question at hand.
"Something odd with my mates?" There was a pause as the man tried to come up with something to tell Cal. When Intelligence asked a question, there was an answer, whether you made it up or not, though telling Intelligence a lie was not the smartest move. "Not anything that someone from Army intelligence would find interesting. Only trivial issues happen here, things that aren't big enough for Intelligence to take any active participation in. But there is something out of the ordinary going on. You see those two men over there?"
Cal turned his head, looking where his attention had been directed. The man had indicated the two Cal had earlier picked out as his top candidates. For a brief moment, Cal gloated silently. His judgment and instinct were indeed, in tact. Now he had only to decipher which of the two contained the werewolf blood.
"Those two are known in this camp as the furious duo. They don't like each other and don't hang, but they share an emotion that makes everyone think they must be related." Cal crooked an eyebrow, giving Cato an expression meant to prod him to explain. Though, Cato seemed to miss the look as he started up at the sky. "That brown-haired teen, his name is John Brafford. He is a pain. He was the one who woke me up with my own pillow, starting this 'wonderful' day. He is considered the strongest in the camp and a show off about it too. I, myself, think he is an exception since he uses steroids, which explains his anger issues."
That did it. Cal was interested. Steroids were a good muggle excuse for a werewolf’s strength and anger problems. This Brafford kid seemed the perfect match for a werewolf. He was exactly the kind of kid Oliver would have focused his attention on. He was young, strong before the change, confident, and didn’t give up. Cato spoke, but Cal didn’t notice as his mind raced through the possible ways to get the kid alone and convince him to join the pack. The light slosh of water brought Cal out of his light daze and focused him as Cato began describing the oddity in the other man.
"--name is Fred Maurits. He has been here for a while, thats why he seems to do the drills well. His anger is less direct, since most everyone hasn't seen it. When he does get mad, which rarely happens due to the lack of stress in this area, it ends qui--“ Cal had stopped listening. He had already made up his mind. Brafford was his target, not this Maurits guy. Oliver’s werewolf was still young. He would still be having problems with his anger. If Maurits didn’t show his anger, he was no werewolf that Cal needed to deal with. Brafford was the priority.
Cal failed to notice when Cato stopped talking. His mind had wandered as his dark eyes stared intently down at the compound. After about a ten seconds of silence, it registered in Cal’s mind that it had been silent for too long. He blinked, tearing his attention away from the men in the camp and looking at the soldier in front of him. He had stationed himself in quite a slack stance against a tree. No soldier would be caught dead doing that in front of an Intelligence officer. And since Cal was playing the part, why not go all out?
“Stand at attention, soldier. I did not say ‘at ease’. I expect full respect from you, is that understood?” Cal’s voice echoed with his given authority, both natural and that given to him as alpha of his pack. His eyes narrowed, meeting Cato’s with full force as if to say ‘obey me or die.’ It was a trick he had picked up over the years. With such unruly boys to control, it was a look Cal had needed to master before his authority over the pack was complete. It was a look he had near perfected. None of his brothers dared disobey that look. Surely the look affected muggles no differently; After all, they were much weaker than werewolves, and even normal wizards.
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May 21, 2009 16:06:30 GMT -6
Post by miguel on May 21, 2009 16:06:30 GMT -6
Cato sat there watching Cal intently while resting his right arm on the low branch. It seemed a little bit too much of a pause for him to be taking me serious. What was he thinking? 8 seconds, interesting. Cato became a little more uneasy as he heard, “Stand at attention, soldier. I did not say ‘at ease’. I expect full respect from you, is that understood?” Right, like thats going to get me to stand up. I barely even stand for my commanding officers! Then Cato saw the tough glare that Cal was giving him. It was like he was given more than just a simple command. It was more like he was reminded of a life style that he used to live; one that he had to be part of. Cato slouched up very slowly and did he best at trying to do a sloppy 'at attention' stance.
"My apologies, sssir." He said with some spite. "Even though most here know standard procedure, I've only been here for 2 days." He moved one of his hands, putting himself in a more relaxed stance, scratching his right arm. As he rubbed his arm, part of slender stick protruded from his thin bracelet. I don't know what is with this guy, but I don't stand up for someone who hasn't earned that title with me. Something isn't right here. He climbs the fence in a few seconds, and he can somehow command me to stand up?!
"So, I'm guessing you have an interest in one of those two, just from that long break you took thinking. Is that right." He tried to be as indifferent as possible but quickly realized it didn't sound at all that way. "ssssir" he added after realizing he forgot to address him with respect. Although his tone showed that he wasn't indifferent, his facial features showed no sign of regretting what he said. Rather, he acted like the dumb, stubborn muggle who doesn't happen to have a wand conveniently hidden half in his palm, half in his bracelet. "That is if it is not pushing too much to ask, sir."
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Jun 11, 2009 11:43:07 GMT -6
Post by Gin on Jun 11, 2009 11:43:07 GMT -6
Cal’s look did not soften as Cato returned the stare intently. It only took the man a moment to correct his posture. Not that it mattered a bit to Cal, who was nothing close to being in the army, unless you counted leading a pack of furry fighting machines. But he knew enough about the army to get him by.
"My apologies, sssir. Even though most here know standard procedure, I've only been here for 2 days." Mentally, Cal groaned. Great. All the informants to chose from and I get the new kid. He raked a hand back through his dark hair. This kid probably had no clue what he was talking about. Now he’d have to go stake out longer or find some other man to talk to, one who had actually been working with his two candidates since December. He needed someone that would have noticed a change. Someone who had been in the camp only two days would know nothing. Though Cal’s suspicions still favored the brunette, he could no longer totally rule out the taller man.
Cato relaxed again, still keeping an upright position but still not one a strict Intelligence officer would accept. Oh well. Not all officers were that strict. Cal let the posture go and focused on trying to get away from Cato without the suspicion falling on him.
"So, I'm guessing you have an interest in one of those two, just from that long break you took thinking. Is that right? Ssssir." Cal’s mind sent up a wall of warning signs. He needed out. The man was clearly more interested than he pretended to be. His attempt at disguising it would have failed to normal ears. As it was, Cato’s interest was as obvious as a flamingo in the snow. "That is if it is not pushing too much to ask, sir."
Oh you know it is, you little bugger, Cal thought, irritated with himself for letting those seconds tick by. He should have been more alert.
“Not at all,” he replied tersely. “But you’ll notice I wasn’t the one to draw attention to these two men. That was completely your doing. And when they find themselves behind bars for their offenses, I’ll be sure they know who to thank for their new accommodations.”
Cal took a step to the side, half turning away from Cato to go back toward the camp. “Thank you, soldier, you’ve been a great help.” He flashed the army’s famous you-just-screwed-yourself-over grin and started toward the camp at an easy pace.
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Jun 11, 2009 21:08:59 GMT -6
Post by miguel on Jun 11, 2009 21:08:59 GMT -6
“Not at all, but you’ll notice I wasn’t the one to draw attention to these two men. That was completely your doing. And when they find themselves behind bars for their offenses, I’ll be sure they know who to thank for their new accommodations.”
Cato nearly jumped out of his socks when he heard the words Cal said. He remained cool and calmly stayed his loose stance. In fact he "scratched" his arm again to have his small stick protrude from his wristband once again. Like I'd let you do that. Not that it is important, but I'd rather see this end differently.
“Thank you, soldier, you’ve been a great help.” Cal's sudden and abrupt decision to leave peeked Cato's resolve. Cato quickly considered his options as he saw Cal moving away. There is no other way, the result is going to be the same anyway. I could oblivate his thoughts afterwards if this is unsatisfactory.
"Sir, shouldn't you consider bringing backup?" Cato said tersely. "I mean you are arresting someone with steroids! Not to mention you are arresting someone who only has anger issues, which doesn't sound like like a valid reason to do that" He started to relax a bit and backtracked to the tree. He slouched down. He wanted to personify that he had the situation in control. "We both know there is more to this. To be honest when i said there was nothing going out here, I meant that would be interesting to the army."
He looked away from Cal. He learned to look away from people he deemed smart enough to look at the eyes. He wouldn't show his eyes when he lied. "I told you that brunette guy was on steroids as a ruse, so you can't really arrest both of them." Cato glanced back up and tried to look intimidating. "I'm afraid you'll have to explain why you're here before you can talk to either of them. You see. . . Although you are from army intelligence, I myself am undercover. One of us has to spill, and I'd rather that be you." I think thats a believable lie, after all it is partly true. I am a wizard in a muggle army.
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Jun 29, 2009 22:29:40 GMT -6
Post by Gin on Jun 29, 2009 22:29:40 GMT -6
Cal started a slow walk down toward the camp. He would not actually confront either man right now. Aside from still being light outside, he couldn’t have Cato following him, whether physically or with his eyes. There must be no witnesses.
"Sir, shouldn't you consider bringing backup? I mean you are arresting someone with steroids! Not to mention you are arresting someone who only has anger issues, which doesn't sound like a valid reason to do that." Cato moved backwards, slouching against the tree as if he were the one controlling the situation. As it was, Cal was totally unconcerned with what the man was saying. Cal was a werewolf; no backup would be needed, even with a young wolf as his subject was. And since when did Army Intelligence need to reveal their reason for arresting someone? Although both were great points to have made to Cato, the first was not knowledge given to just anyone and the second seemed common sense. Perhaps Cal knew something more about the two men than Cato did. Cato had no possible way of knowing how much information about the two men Cal had brought with him into the conversation. For all Cato knew, Cal could have already known about the steroids.
"We both know there is more to this. To be honest when I said there was nothing going out here, I meant that would be interesting to the army." Again, this did not concern Cal. He restarted his calm pace from where he had paused. He had never turned to face Cato, only craning his neck in time to see Cato retreat to the tree before Cal turned back to look at the camp.
"I told you that brunette guy was on steroids as a ruse, so you can't really arrest both of them." Oh, can’t I? Cal thought with a smirk that will have gone unnoticed by Cato who still faced Cal’s back. "I'm afraid you'll have to explain why you're here before you can talk to either of them. You see. . . Although you are from army intelligence, I myself am undercover. One of us has to spill, and I'd rather that be you."
Cal scoffed, finally turning to look at Cato like a father would look at a son throwing a tantrum. It was not a friendly smirk, in no way kind. It was demeaning and gave the feeling Cal was saying ‘you really think that is going to work on me?’ without saying it. Cal folded his arms, shifting his weight to one leg as he kept his eyes on Cato’s face. “Wishful thinking will do you no good, kid.”
The werewolf moved a few feet closer, half his face shaded by the leaves of the tree. “Now, ya see, kid… I don’t really care who you are. I’ve got a mission here and it is going to be completed. I am not going to take your bull. You think you’re a big boy, playing with the real men but talk just don’t cut it.” Cal flashed a threatening glare, unfolding his arms to let them hang at his sides. The thick piece of wood made a slight bulge in the hem of his shorts; More aware of it now, Cal alerted his nerves to the chance that he may need to grab his wand in a split second.
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Jun 30, 2009 0:38:13 GMT -6
Post by miguel on Jun 30, 2009 0:38:13 GMT -6
Wishful thinking will do you no good, kid. Cato looked at the stubborn man in front of him. He judged that something very close to a battle was coming. Now, ya see, kid… I don’t really care who you are. I’ve got a mission here and it is going to be completed. I am not going to take your bull. You think you’re a big boy, playing with the real men but talk just don’t cut it. Cato raised his eyebrows to show what he just heard was an interesting topic. A threat. He usually dismissed those. They are easily used as a ruse or something to pull prey in for an easy finish to things. Cato just shrugged it off. He knew he was in danger and acted as cool and smooth as he could. He shifted his own weight and chuckled. He chuckled because in these situations he always considered his life on the line. It was something he was trained to do. Laughing makes the other person curious and relaxes yourself and gives you time to think. That was the usual response anyway. He is primed up for an attack. Is he waiting or is he planning on attacking at a perfect time?
"I'm sorry I'm not trying to be rude or anything. It's just this camp gets people antsy." *He gestured around the camp by twirling his arm around his head with his hand to show off the massive camp. Cato smiled a bit. "If you so desire to know what I know, I'll tell you it straight now. Don't think you can just walk away without sharing yours though." His expression changed suddenly from the radiant friendly face that he has mastered for his old profession. His new ability kicked in. The ability to look down right dangerous and experienced in what he has done for many years. Then he saw it. The very slight bulge in Cal's pocket. It would have been something that he would have missed had he not switched to what he called 'serious mode'.
"Nice bulge there. What type of core do you have?" Cato raised his arm to show his hidden wand in his wristband. his arm was positioned above his head in a 'L' shape with his palm facing outward. The wand was half out of the band and at as much of a strategic location as Cal's. By glance no one could tell who would draw their wand first, if they did. Cato grabbed his wand slowly and held it in a non threatening way. As one would hold a sword leaning against your shoulder, but still at an active stance. He didn't care if a spell was fired at him or not. He wouldn't have to move a finger. "I'm guarding a werewolf. You chose how to act now, but if it is attacking me don't think I am easy prey. Could be the last mistake you'd make."
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Aug 1, 2009 16:03:28 GMT -6
Post by Gin on Aug 1, 2009 16:03:28 GMT -6
Cal silently raised an eyebrow as if asking Cato what had prompted him to lose his mind all the sudden. Of course, the man hadn’t seemed all that bright to begin with so why should laughing while he stared a werewolf in the face be anything new? Cato followed up his chuckle with speech, further clarifying how clever Cal had judged him to be--which was, not clever.
"I'm sorry I'm not trying to be rude or anything. It's just this camp gets people antsy. If you so desire to know what I know, I'll tell you it straight now. Don't think you can just walk away without sharing yours though." Really? Cal was skeptical. How dumb was this kid really? He was just going to flat out tell Cal what he wanted to know? The werewolf mentally rolled his eyes, curious how the man had managed to make it to 25, or however old he was.
Quickly though, Cato seemed to change. The friendly, aloof air he had about him faded, replaced by a more challenging aura. Cal’s instincts kicked in, adrenaline building up behind a barrier, ready to flood his veins at a moment’s notice.
"Nice bulge there. What type of core do you have?"
At the mention of his wand, Cal’s hand shot to his waistband, pulling the wood from its sheath, his shorts. He held it out slightly, perfectly ready to fire any spell he could think of; Many rushed through his head but Cato didn’t seem inclined to cast any spell on him just yet. He raised his arm to show off his own wand, tucked up into a bracelet the man had been wearing. Cal silently rebuked Cato for carrying his wand there. Keeping it held against one’s arm by a rubber bracelet was not handy; The wand could very easily stick against the rubber and would have to be pulled out with one’s other hand, leaving too big a time span to be killed, or at least shot at. But Calvin’s scolding was interrupted by Cato’s “big secret”.
"I'm guarding a werewolf.” Oh really now? Because I had no clue, Cal thought sarcastically. He did roll his eyes, a quick motion Cato would have caught were he paying attention. “You chose how to act now, but if it is attacking me don't think I am easy prey. Could be the last mistake you'd make."
Cal couldn’t hold in the quick laugh as Cato quieted. It was short, an I-can’t-believe-you’re-that-stupid kind of laugh and Cal was silent again, once more looking at Cato with his ‘you poor poor delusional man’ eyes. You’re protecting one werewolf… I’m protecting a pack.
“You honestly think I didn’t know what you were hiding? Do you really think I am that stupid?” Cal held his wand where it had been, his arm steady as he continued. “Do not make the mistake of underestimating me, boy. I’ve killed plenty of men much more powerful than you. I didn’t get where I am today by rolling over like some wet-behind-the-ears novice.” His eyes darkened, glaring at Cato once more. “Do not taunt me. I will be meeting your friend, regardless of whether you try to stop me or not. Just remember, ‘try’ is the key word there.”
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Aug 1, 2009 23:12:20 GMT -6
Post by miguel on Aug 1, 2009 23:12:20 GMT -6
“You honestly think I didn’t know what you were hiding? Do you really think I am that stupid? . . . Do not make the mistake of underestimating me, boy. I’ve killed plenty of men much more powerful than you. I didn’t get where I am today by rolling over like some wet-behind-the-ears novice. . . . Do not taunt me. I will be meeting your friend, regardless of whether you try to stop me or not. Just remember, ‘try’ is the key word there.”
Cato let Cal have his way for the moment. He took in the scene. He learned to not get played by his emotions when threats were in play. He sighed. He then crossed his arms and leaned against the tree. He gripped his wand firmly and felt a bit of fear creep in from Cal's ominous gaze. He however went with his best trait, keeping his cool. "I'm not looking forward to any fighting today, so if you please lower your wand. It is irritating me. As far as I'm concerned, who is better at what here doesn't have any hold with me. Lets try to keep things friendly." He breathed in and muttered 'admonitio' while slightly twisting his wand. He waited a bit and smiled. The wand became warm and he went on acting like he was smiling to be courteous to Cal. "I don't think you are stupid, Cal. Lets just get to the real deal here. Why don't you tell me the real reason you are here?"
Cato cast another charm that showed the time. He didn't care if Cal saw it or not. He would explain the reason behind it soon enough. has it been enough time yet? He figured that it had been and started talking. "By the way, you are too late to talk with him anyway. That is unless you'd plan on tracking him for an extended period of time."
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Aug 3, 2009 22:31:46 GMT -6
Post by Gin on Aug 3, 2009 22:31:46 GMT -6
Cato seemed to have little reaction to Cal’s string of threats and warnings. In his younger days, that would have bothered the man but having had years of practice keeping his temper in check, he merely shrugged off the calm man before him. Cal mentally chuckled as he saw Cato’s knuckles tighten over his wand. "I'm not looking forward to any fighting today, so if you please lower your wand. It is irritating me. As far as I'm concerned, who is better at what here doesn't have any hold with me. Lets try to keep things friendly."
Friendly. Right, Cal scoffed. Though Cato had requested Cal lower his wand, the man briefly considered simply raising it. That, however, seemed a bit forward and he didn’t need this man shooting anything off at him if he didn’t plan to now. A forward attack would be no trouble to handle but Cal easily preferred it didn’t happen. Instead of simply ignoring Cato, though, Cal bent slowly, keeping his eyes carefully on Cato as he did so. Hidden under his sock was a thin band where Cal kept his wand when he shifted. His clothes would be beyond repair but the band had been secured with magic and grew to hold the wand secure, regardless of Cal’s shape. It was here Cal tucked his wand, ignoring that the piece of wood showed above his sock.
Cato’s attention diverted for a moment, his lips twitching as if he were saying something. He’s casting some spell, Cal thought, glaring now. "I don't think you are stupid, Cal. Lets just get to the real deal here. Why don't you tell me the real reason you are here?"
“It’s Calvin, if you please,” he retorted, his voice back to cool and even. “And I would really love to tell you why I’m here but you know, I just can’t. Army demands the loyalty of their operatives, you know.”
Cato cast another spell, visible to Cal this time. A countdown clock appeared with a nearly inaudible crackle. Cal‘s sharp hearing picked it up and drew his attention to the newly appeared time and off of his acquaintance. "By the way, you are too late to talk with him anyway. That is unless you'd plan on tracking him for an extended period of time."
Once again, Cal’s attention was drawn back to Cato. It won’t take me long, Cal thought with a smirk. The smirk was evident on his face though he said nothing to the other man. “Then you won’t mind if I leave you with that thought and begin my search.”
Cal tuned out Cato, focusing his eyes on nothing in particular. His mind shaped a picture for him, the forest in front of the werewolves’ home. Trees darkened the area and the house loomed ahead, large in comparison to the small family homes nearby. With a tight feeling in his stomach and a conceited wink at Cato, Cal apparated, no longer looking down over the army camp, but looking through leaves at his own home. A new lead would come on this young werewolf soon enough. His pack mates would make sure of that. For now, he only had to wait.
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Aug 5, 2009 12:38:25 GMT -6
Post by miguel on Aug 5, 2009 12:38:25 GMT -6
Cato watched as Cal apparated away. It bugged him that he suddenly left and even more saying he would find Fred. Then Cato immediately got up. It was far too late to grab Cal's leg, but it wasn't too late to settle the matter. He knew what to do to irritate Cal further. He figured Cal to be the type of person who like challenges and even more the type of person who hate to lose one. Cato chuckled. He knew Cal wasn't going to be able to get what he wanted.
He raised his wand and twisted it and said, "Admonitio". The color of his warning charm changed. His hand grew warm. He smiled and then apparated himself. When he arrived to his destination, he found Fred waiting in the small shack. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Someone became a little too interested again." Cato just rubbed his hand over his hair and smiled. He wasn't for sure why he was acting so protective for a werewolf. Surely he could take care of himself. That is, if he isn't attacked by a group of werewolves or something along those lines. He stopped thinking when Fred spoke. "Now what? Am I to keep running from these guys? I don't know what that werewolf wants, but he better not be another one of those human eating groups." Cato just stood there in took in the new information he had just received. He knew by 'these guys' Fred was referring to the massive quantity of people who have interests in werewolves. This, however, wasn't what caught Cato's attention. Cal was a werewolf? If so he was here to recruit Fred. He didn't *quite* feel like one of the bad group though. Cato kept thinking till it hurt, looping over the information that Fred gave him. "How do you know this?" Cato asked when he had enough thinking to last for a year. Fred shrugged as if it was unimportant. "He smells like one." That brought a new revelation to Cato. "How do you know his smell?" Cato asked striking for gold. "I guess a good answer would be 'curiousity killed the werewolf'?" Cato rolled his eyes. The plan was great, except for the unnecessary smell sample Fred retrieved. On a different note, Cato began to think Cal wasn't such a bad guy. Sure they hated each other and wouldn't get along, but Cato's responsibility was to Fred alone. "Fred, I think this one is the one." Cato said, breaking the silence. "It was well of this guy to break through all the things we set up. He knows what he is doing and I think he may be a 'good' recruiter." At Cato's conjecture, Fred got up from the floor and brushed his camo pants. "It's about time we moved onward anyway." With that Cato apparated with Fred tagging along.
Neither of them said a word. They had planned this out to a tee. They knew it was necessary to know everything before letting Fred talk to Cal. It was all prearranged. Cato knew that Cal couldn't have a werewolf in every location, and it didn't matter if he did. History was their savior. Cato chose St. Louis to be their location. He went to the dark part of the city and chose a small hotel. Cato and Fred just got their hotel key when a priest showed up. "Your late" Cato said. The only words any of them has said since Cato apparated. Cato sighed. He was about to perform a magic so complex, he wasn't even for sure it was going to work. "Why can't you just perform the Fidelius Charm on Fred, wouldn't it make him mobile and hidden?" "Because i don't even know if I can perform it right. I haven't actually needed to use it till now." Cato moved his wand around and performed the tricky piece of magic. He was sure it worked and room 315 disappeared from existence.
"Now that room up there, on the second floor last on the right." Cato said while pointing in a way that only they could see or hear. "Thats where you'll be staying Fred." Cato shifted his gaze toward the priest. "You just need to hide in plain sight." The priest nodded and apparated back toward the north side of St. Louis. Cato shrugged and apparated too. He knew Cal would get wind of something soon. He planned on helping that matter out. He planned on letting Cal know Fred was hidden by the Fidelius Charm. Therefore the only way Cal would find Fred would be talking to him. Cato smiled. He just loves good endings.
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