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Job 001 || Video / Action

[The video comes on suddenly as a scene is developing. Two cats stare at each other. These aren't your average cats. One is small, black fur, wearing a suit as he always does. Many will recognize Mordecai as the cat who hates Valentine's Day and the other is a strange. A tall orange and white furred cat with an eye patch and wearing 1920s era clothes. The two stare each other down for a long moment before Mordecai marches toward the larger cat.]

Alta Kaka! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!

[Mordecai yells at the larger cat, complete with a jabbing poke to the chest. The taller cat doesn't react for a moment. He stares, his poison green eye staring down at Mordecai for a moment.

Then a massive fist strikes out and hits Mordecai right between the eyes. What a wonderful introduction to the city, Viktor.]

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Cat fight! Cat fight!

[This kid sounds way too excited, thanks angry cat people.]

...Well then!

[Excuse the laughter on his part but that was beautiful.]

This has the potential to be a very interesting match.

[Okay so he expected that. He did. Not enough to not eat a fist, but he expected it in some capacity.

Also ow.

Though not a direct hit to the nose, it's close enough to start a thin rivulet coursing down the white spot on his muzzle, and of course more than enough to send those pince nez glasses skittering across the pavement, their owner soundly hurled to the ground. Because it doesn't matter how tough you are, Viktor Vasko hits like a truck. You will taste pavement.

That however, doesn't stop the enraged gunman from getting back to his feet in far shorter a time than one might imagine, sweeping up and in for a hook to the bigger cats jaw, spitting tacks]

Ha! That's quite the punch!

[ The vampire peanut gallery is out in force today. ]

I do hope it's not over already...

[Raine is just going to sit here, eating something from a tub that she isn't going to say what it was. She was just going to enjoy this moment. Upside to being a demon, these types of things were just so fun.]

Never thought the mean of catfight actually is about cat's fighting.

[More cat people in the network always grabs Dray's attention. Even more so if their introduction is so spectacular. It's not all clear if the person looking down at the camera is male or female but it's clearly not wearing any clothes.]

Do you need any help?

Oh dear...

[Alessia just stares at her phone, wondering if she should go find them to break that fight up.]

[There is the sound of violence on the phone. Metal hitting concrete. People swearing in different languages. The hard twack of flesh meeting a wall. Chara should be familiar with that sound.]

Pojdi z mene, bolha!

[The roar echos as the sound of something metal striking the ground can be heard. Yep. They're still fighting.]

[Viktor knows how Moredcai fights. The smaller German cat man fights dirty. The tall Slovakian moved in to try a stomp with his good leg but Mordecai was too fast. He was always too fast. Even before Viktor was kneecapped, Mordecai was faster. He watched the spry cat come at him. He moved purposefully, blocking the punch with his large forearm and reached to grab the assassin by his perfectly pressed tie.

Keep him from moving was the name of the game. If Mordecai couldn't move away, his speed was useless. That was if he could make the grab before the flee escaped his reach.]

[It is far from over. The deep guttural growl followed by a yowl of pain signifies the fight continues.]

Umazan borec! [Someone bellows before the sound of a heavy metal crash is heard.]

[The fight ends eventually and Viktor finds the phone. He holds it up and blinks. His fur is mattered and he has blood leaking from under his eye patch and nose. He sighs.]

Vhat is this?

[Viktor takes one look at the camera. He is slowly getting used to this. He is obviously recovering from the fight with blood still on his face but he shakes his head.]

No. Thank you.

[It is after the fight concludes Viktor answers. He is adjusting his hat before he speaks.]

It is over.

[Fights dirty and with whatever he can get his hands on.

He also knows when to make rational, and hopefully temporary cuts to his wardrobe. With a quick motion that perfect tie is undone, seems like he's had some practice. Like maybe he's gotten more used to getting fucking grabbed by his tie.

Cursing a blue streak in German and Yiddish, the smaller cat comes around, claws out, to make a swipe at Viktor's eye in a bid for more space, well aware of what Viktor's usual MO was.

Stop the thing from moving, as quickly as possible. Mord is aware he can't take too many hits like the first one,
not unless he likes eating through a straw.

Or being dead.]

Get him! Give him a solid right hook!

[Excuse Augustine as he cheers this on. Not everyday he gets to play spectator.]

And now "One-Eye" is going in for the kill!

[Dammit. The cloth came free and it surprised him. Since when did the other cat wear a tie loose like this? He stumbled back when he didn't feel the expected tension and saw those claws coming. He couldn't move like he used to so dodging was out of the question. Instead he turned his head and felt the claws slice into skin near his other eye, the one under the eyepatch. That eye was useless already. He felt a claw slide under the cloth and hit near the socket.

He swore a string in Slovakian and forgot himself. He stepped forward and lifted his bad leg. Without a second thought or hesitation, he kicked out hard. He would hit Mordecai and give him the distance he wanted. Then curse as the knee snapped and cracked under the force of his kick and he roared in pain.

Giving Mordecai an opening.]

[The noises continue for a time until they stop. The sound of heavy breathing is heart until the larger cat speaks.]

Vant to get a drink?

[There is a long pause before Mordecai answers.]

Yes, I suppose.

[Fight's over.]

[Hm? What's this? Are the two combatants getting drinks? Augustine can't help but smile a bit at that.]

Well, I sure hope I'm invited.

[Teasing~]

[Yep they know those sounds. And they're just going to keep cheering on the senseless violence.

And make suggestions of hair pulling and groin punching.]

No, you are most certainly not.

[Faintly, from the back.

GET YOUR OWN]

[Since he learned how much fun it is to choke him with it. Don't ask.

Like a furry little soccer ball, Mordecai goes flying again, because Viktor Vasko hits like a truck. Something might be broken, he doesn't know.

He doesn't care, the pain will set in later when he's less fucking mad.

His retort is a scramble off to the side, and a swiftly flung garbage can lid, because he's maintaining distance, this is a pretty good plan.

Can't get his face punched off if he throws shit]

[!? What?!]

How obscenely rude! A decent show but no drinks?

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[Closer now, he might just have snatched the communicator out of Viktor's hand]

I urge you to locate new entertainment in another location immediately.

[Oh dear! This rascal of a feline seems quite feisty. Augustine always had trouble with cats.]

Come now. No need to be so testy just because you lost the duel.

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