idioticalcats

[idioticalcats]

Malarkey snickered at Slip’s mention of not having any friends. It was true, the tom was bullied by the others constantly and Malarkey took a little pride in the fact that his tormentor was treated that way. Though, the rest of his words caused the young cat to grow irritated, his ears flattening and his tail whipping back and forth.

The mixture of Quasi showing genuine anger and the relentless insults caused the red crackling energy to spark and jolt off of the cat as a low growl found itself at the back of his throat. Eventually, it all became too much.

Or are you just jealous that they have what you don’t?….

With that, Malarkey’s eyes flashed with fury and he launched himself at Quasi in a burst of red crackling energy, teeth bared and claws forward.

( @quasi-the-henchcat )

Quasi and Malarkey Rp

A simple errand, why was he sent to do a simple errand of all things. Sure, the Jellicles were always about and collecting food was always necessary but surely two lesser henchcats could have tackled the job. So there he was, Macavity’s right-hand and prodigy, flanked by two henchcats…stealing from their usual butcher’s.

The two henchcats walked behind, talking amongst themselves about one thing or the other, joking around- the idiots, while Malarkey walked in front; red static energy crackling around him as continued to wonder what the point of him joining was. What exactly was he father’s plan?

As the three approached the run-down butcher’s, the small tom, now with an idea, insisted that he keep watch while the other two completed the errand, and after some taunting and eyerolling, the other two entered. With that, the young cat ran off into the night. He had far better things to do other than look for food, he would simply scout the area for any Jellicles and return once he heard the henchcats on their way back. He was sure his father would be proud if he came back with the news he’d taken down a Jellicle without any help.

(@quasi-the-henchcat)

[idioticalcats]

That wasn’t him, Malarkey barely ever stuttered or stammered- especially infront of someone like Slip! The tom quickly tried to collect himself after that embarrassment.

He quickly laughed at Slip’s comment about being a replacement, taking a step forward to match his confidence, energy crackling around him. Hopefully that alone would be intimidating.

“Replacement? Please- I could never meet your pathetic level, if I tried; little errand boy.”

The young cat noticed Slip glancing over his shoulder and scoffed, knowing what he was listening out for.

“Missing old friends already, eh?” He chuckled under his breath.

“Good? You really are a traitor…weak AND stupid, poor little Slip.”

(@quasi-the-henchcat )

Quasi and Malarkey Rp

A simple errand, why was he sent to do a simple errand of all things. Sure, the Jellicles were always about and collecting food was always necessary but surely two lesser henchcats could have tackled the job. So there he was, Macavity’s right-hand and prodigy, flanked by two henchcats…stealing from their usual butcher’s.

The two henchcats walked behind, talking amongst themselves about one thing or the other, joking around- the idiots, while Malarkey walked in front; red static energy crackling around him as continued to wonder what the point of him joining was. What exactly was he father’s plan?

As the three approached the run-down butcher’s, the small tom, now with an idea, insisted that he keep watch while the other two completed the errand, and after some taunting and eyerolling, the other two entered. With that, the young cat ran off into the night. He had far better things to do other than look for food, he would simply scout the area for any Jellicles and return once he heard the henchcats on their way back. He was sure his father would be proud if he came back with the news he’d taken down a Jellicle without any help.

(@quasi-the-henchcat)

[idioticalcats]

The little cat smirked to himself, seeing that he’d clearly gotten into Slip’s head. Talking down to others was always Malarkey’s strong suit. Naturally, he snickered at the response he was given.

“Wow- you HAVE changed. You almost sound like a Jellicle…almost.” The little cat taunted, even if Slip had completely betrayed them; he still acting like a henchcat.

Though, after getting retort, the tom’s ear flicked in annoyance. He hated to admit that Slip was a little bit right in his assumption- it honestly did feel like he was being babysat by the henchcats whenever they were sent on errands. He simply tried to shake it off, but subtly was never a skill of Malarkey’s.

“Wh- no! I- I was just scouting the area.”

A sort-of lie he had made up on the spot, but he decided to go along with it, looking Slip up and down.

“And with good reason, it seems.” He scoffed

( @quasi-the-henchcat )

Quasi and Malarkey Rp

A simple errand, why was he sent to do a simple errand of all things. Sure, the Jellicles were always about and collecting food was always necessary but surely two lesser henchcats could have tackled the job. So there he was, Macavity’s right-hand and prodigy, flanked by two henchcats…stealing from their usual butcher’s.

The two henchcats walked behind, talking amongst themselves about one thing or the other, joking around- the idiots, while Malarkey walked in front; red static energy crackling around him as continued to wonder what the point of him joining was. What exactly was he father’s plan?

As the three approached the run-down butcher’s, the small tom, now with an idea, insisted that he keep watch while the other two completed the errand, and after some taunting and eyerolling, the other two entered. With that, the young cat ran off into the night. He had far better things to do other than look for food, he would simply scout the area for any Jellicles and return once he heard the henchcats on their way back. He was sure his father would be proud if he came back with the news he’d taken down a Jellicle without any help.

(@quasi-the-henchcat)

[idioticalcats]

The young cat stood there, guarded; his tail whipping back and fourth as he watched Slip do the thing he always did best, attempt to insult him. Well, not this time, Malarkey would be better than to stoop to his level, especially now. There had been talk about this particular tom as of late, why he hadn’t returned

“So the others were right about you, it seems.”

He smirked wickedly, knowing just the way to get under the cat’s skin.

“Too embarrassed to face Macavity after he finally lost his temper with you” he snickered under his breath before continuing “I should have known you’d be that weak.”

With that, he smirk dropped, this was a traitor after all and Malarkey was fully prepared to get into another fight with him; that was sure to bring a smile to his father’s face.

( @quasi-the-henchcat )

Quasi and Malarkey Rp

A simple errand, why was he sent to do a simple errand of all things. Sure, the Jellicles were always about and collecting food was always necessary but surely two lesser henchcats could have tackled the job. So there he was, Macavity’s right-hand and prodigy, flanked by two henchcats…stealing from their usual butcher’s.

The two henchcats walked behind, talking amongst themselves about one thing or the other, joking around- the idiots, while Malarkey walked in front; red static energy crackling around him as continued to wonder what the point of him joining was. What exactly was he father’s plan?

As the three approached the run-down butcher’s, the small tom, now with an idea, insisted that he keep watch while the other two completed the errand, and after some taunting and eyerolling, the other two entered. With that, the young cat ran off into the night. He had far better things to do other than look for food, he would simply scout the area for any Jellicles and return once he heard the henchcats on their way back. He was sure his father would be proud if he came back with the news he’d taken down a Jellicle without any help.

(@quasi-the-henchcat)

[idioticalcats]

Despite being a henchcat the son of Macavity, Malarkey was still just a kid with a love for a little bit of mischief as heart, so a small smirk appeared on his face as he ran down the streets with swift but light footing. He would never admit it but, it was a little fun.

Though this was all brought to a halt when he turned a quick corner only to barrel into another form, shoving them forward and nearly falling to the ground.

“HEY! OUT OF MY WAY-“

The young cat’s hair immediately flared up once again, crackling with energy and he looked to who’d gotten in his way and- he immediately recognised the one-eyed figure in-front of him, recalling the one green eye taunting him, making him look bad; the thought only cause the energy to flare up even more. Malarkey knew who this was- a traitor.

“Oh, Slip. Come crawling back to us so soon?”

He hissed, clearly taking the opportunity to get some revenge of his own.

( @quasi-the-henchcat )

Quasi and Malarkey Rp

A simple errand, why was he sent to do a simple errand of all things. Sure, the Jellicles were always about and collecting food was always necessary but surely two lesser henchcats could have tackled the job. So there he was, Macavity’s right-hand and prodigy, flanked by two henchcats…stealing from their usual butcher’s.

The two henchcats walked behind, talking amongst themselves about one thing or the other, joking around- the idiots, while Malarkey walked in front; red static energy crackling around him as continued to wonder what the point of him joining was. What exactly was he father’s plan?

As the three approached the run-down butcher’s, the small tom, now with an idea, insisted that he keep watch while the other two completed the errand, and after some taunting and eyerolling, the other two entered. With that, the young cat ran off into the night. He had far better things to do other than look for food, he would simply scout the area for any Jellicles and return once he heard the henchcats on their way back. He was sure his father would be proud if he came back with the news he’d taken down a Jellicle without any help.

(@quasi-the-henchcat)

[idioticalcats]

Quasi and Malarkey Rp

A simple errand, why was he sent to do a simple errand of all things. Sure, the Jellicles were always about and collecting food was always necessary but surely two lesser henchcats could have tackled the job. So there he was, Macavity’s right-hand and prodigy, flanked by two henchcats…stealing from their usual butcher’s.

The two henchcats walked behind, talking amongst themselves about one thing or the other, joking around- the idiots, while Malarkey walked in front; red static energy crackling around him as continued to wonder what the point of him joining was. What exactly was he father’s plan?

As the three approached the run-down butcher’s, the small tom, now with an idea, insisted that he keep watch while the other two completed the errand, and after some taunting and eyerolling, the other two entered. With that, the young cat ran off into the night. He had far better things to do other than look for food, he would simply scout the area for any Jellicles and return once he heard the henchcats on their way back. He was sure his father would be proud if he came back with the news he’d taken down a Jellicle without any help.

(@quasi-the-henchcat)

[idioticalcats]

”Yeah, really.” Hermes chuckled, almost as a way to encourage this little cat’s excitement. Her smile was infectious and Hermes couldn’t help but grin back with bright eyes and freckled face. There was something about this cat that felt oddly familiar…though Hermes brushed it off as her reminding him of the other younger cats like Etcetera and Electra, they all had that bouncy energy to them.

Hestia took his paw and he froze briefly, that didn’t happen vert often; he was still getting used to physical touch. When he was younger, he flinched and ducked away from any form of touch, slinking back into the background. Though, with Laetorius as a father figure, that didn’t last long. The old cat would make Hermes stand right beside him and face interactions with other cats head-on; which he was honestly thankful for now; but, being on his own and having to do the same thing was going to take some getting used to. Regardless, he shook it off and grabbed Hestia’s hand as confidently as he could and smiled down at her.

”Sounds good. Lead the way, Hestia.” He announces in an over-the-top tone, a grin on his face.

@hestia-the-hearth-cat​

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Hermes looked down at this little bouncing grey cat with amused confusion. Despite all the pleasant conversation, he was still in whiplash over the complete switch in personality she had take from not wanting to be here all together, to inviting him to stay longer.

He shrugged his shoulders, his ear flicking before he spoke.

”You know what? Sure; my rounds are finishing anyway. I have plenty of time.” He answered, smirking down at Hestia with his ghostly blue eyes.

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

“Brilliant! Thank you for this.” He said with a smile. He may love to taunt and tease but Hermes was never beyond basic manners, you had to have them for the job anyway. He definitely struggled with them when he was younger; forgetting his pleases and thank you’s, he was honestly quite a rude kitten. Though, nowadays he was a natural and pretty charismatic if he did say so himself.

Hermes was about to say is goodbyes and head back into the city when Hestia asked him whether he was staying or not. He had time to stick around, Bombalurina was the last delivery on his list but…he was curious.

“Well, I was planning on making my leave now.” He paused and a curious smirk found its way onto his face. “Why’d you ask?”

@hestia-the-hearth-cat​

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Auntie…Bombs? Was this cat related to every well known Jellicle here?? It seemed to be. Hermes shook his thoughts from his mind in order to focus on what he actually came here for; his job.

“Oh! Brilliant!” He responded, reaching into his satchel and taking out a small trinket. A small music box, seemingly from what used to be a necklace; though the chain is long gone at this point, leaving the small box behind.

He gently held it out to Hestia. “Do you suppose you could bring this to her? It’s from a cat that hangs around Waterloo Station. Pierrot, I think his name was.” He explained, trying to remember all the information himself. He didn’t dwell on too many details though. This wasn’t the first time he or Laetorius had delivered a gift from an admirer to Bombalurina. She was a very popular cat, it seemed.

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Hermes’ teasing grin softened into a pleasant smile, seeing Hestia smile so brightly. It was almost infectious, seeing such a shining expression. He was glad to have actually maybe made a friend. When growing up with Laetorius as a guardian, Hermes mainly had to stick by him while they did their rounds. That old cat was always very serious about sticking to his schedule. He didn’t get much chance to sit and chat, let alone make friends. Though, now that Laetorius was having a day off due to a bad back, Hermes got a day to himself; he could take his time.

”Oh! uh- I’m looking for a queen named Bombalurina. You haven’t seen her around have you.” He answered Hestia with a tone that almost seemed to be reminding himself that ‘oh, yeah!’ he still needed to deliver one last thing.

The striking queen wasn’t easy to miss, though she never really stayed in one place for too long. Laetorius always said she was a difficult cat to find when she wasn’t taking the spotlight, she was oddly reserved in her free time.

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Hermes’ smile dropped slightly as he looked up, seeing the small flickering lights drift in front of his face and around him, looking like embers on the wind. At first he was annoyed that he wasn’t able to taunt Hestia but then…he became intrigued. He snickered to himself as he watched the magic dissipate.

”Well then…I guess you’re not very normal.” He jested, looking down at the grey cat with a smile in the side of his mouth. Hestia was certainly an interesting cat, two of the most powerful, well know Jellicles for her fathers and magic to top it all off? It was a lot to take in, in one interaction.

”You might be able to survive in the city after all, Sparkles~” he teased with a wicked grin, already deciding on a nickname for this little grey cat.

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Hermes glanced over the newly introduced Hestia’s shoulder, seeing the den that she was gesturing to. Oh, so she did live here after all; and for quite a while it seemed.

“Oh, who are your Dads? I might know them.” he asked. If he didn’t know them, he could probably ask Laetorius back at home and he would know. That old cat knew everybody.

The dark grey tom noticed Hestia’s excitement at the idea of him being from the city, which honestly made him feel a little proud about his job. Did it make him look cool? This definitely made it seem like it. The young cat decided to lean into it a little more, trying to act as nonchalant and casual as he could.

“Yeah, I guess. Your dads are right though, it’s super dangerous.” Hermes smirked with a smug glint in his eyes, wanting to taunt Hestia a bit. He wanted to get a reaction “It’s only really suited for the fastest, strongest cats; so it might be a bit much for you. You’re far too small~”

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Oh good, she’d calmed down a bit. He always hated having to deal with antisocial or overly serious cats. They were always unpleasant to deal with; no fun. Hermes’ expression softened at the cat’s giggle, cracking a knowing smile.

“Pleasure to meet you, Hestia.” He greeted, before being caught off a little by her question about where he lived. “Hm? Oh- no, I don’t live here. I’m a little ways into the city.” He replied, smiling with one side of his mouth and shifting the satchel that rested on his shoulder into a more comfortable position.

“What about you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before either. Are you new here?” He asked, letting his own curiosity get the better of him.

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Hermes took a courteous step back as the clearly agitated grey cat took a step forward. She was small, smaller than nearly all the Jellicles he had encountered; judging by her puffed up fur, she was trying to be intimidating to…mixed success.

She’d never seen him before? He’d been back and fourth to the Jellicles a good few times throughout his life; most of the cats there knew him well. Was this one new perhaps? He would just try and be polite, perhaps that would convince this cat that he wasn’t a threat. He tipped his hat in a semi-bow, a charming grin planted upon his face.

“Hermes, the local messenger~” he announced proudly before standing up straight once again. “I’m just doing my usual rounds.” He continued.

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Hermes continued to wander, searching for the name and description he was given. He didn’t particularly need it though; he knew her well enough, not to mention how well known she was despite meeting her before. A striking red queen with black markings and quite a few admirers that Hermes and his father have had to deliver messages and gifts for; Bomalurina.

The young tom was about to stop and ask somebody where to find her when he saw a flash of red from the corner of his eye. He turned thinking it was the aforementioned queen, but instead came face to face with someone completely different. It was a dark grey cat, about his age with bright crimson stripes throughout her fur. She had an odd…familiarity to her, though Hermes couldn’t quite place it. It was odd.

She was hiding, watching him from the shadows. She had a strange intensity to her and Hermes couldn’t remember whether he’d seen her with the Jellicles before. If he had, she may have been shy or hiding at the time. But there was always the possibility that she was hiding because she wasn’t supposed to be in the junkyard. Hermes just decided to try and strike up conversation. He stared at her curiously before grinning with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I…help you?”

@hestia-the-hearth-cat

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon

[idioticalcats]

Hermes & Hestia Rp!

Okay so, Henchcats? Check. Bustopher Jones? Check. Mrs Jennyanydots? Check. Right! That’s only left one group to deliver to. The Jellicles. Should be easy enough.

So the lanky ash-tinted tom made his way to the place the Jellicles called home. He knew the way almost instinctively, having gone back and fourth not only by himself but even more with his adoptive father. Hermes probably knew his way around most of London pretty well, it was practically engrained in his mind.

As he made his way into the Junkyard, he gave a polite wave to the Jellicle’s protector, Munkustrap who strolled by and gave a polite tip of his hat to the kindly face of Jellylorum who sat with a small group of kittens, likely telling one of her many stories. He had fond memories of those twisting tales; stopping by the Junkyard with his father and immediately running over to the kindly old cat, eager to hear the next part of her weaving tales.

“Not getting into too much trouble are you now, Hermes?” the elderly cat asked with a soft smile, yet a glimpse of slyness flashed in her eyes.

“No ma’am, on serious business today.” The tall tom replied with a chuckle, that glint of mischief present in him as well. He then continued making his way through the yard, keeping an eye out for the cat he had to deliver to.

@uppastthejelliclemoon