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(Okay, cool!)
Ah! There it is, Oci thought, his eyes stopping on a large glass case. Inside, lit by the moonlight, was a small scroll, yellow with age. He grinned and carefully made his way over to the case, skirting around the pools of silver light. A few seconds later and he was right next to the case. Oci adjusted the black hood covering his head and took one last look around.
Marco wandered into the correct room after a few moments, frowning when he saw someone else in a dark hood already there. Oh no you don't he thought, racing forwards, and grabbing the other's pantleg, trying to make him trip and set off an alarm, at which point he'd grab the scroll and make his way out the window above him.
Oci was reaching for the case when something grabbed his pant leg. He managed not to trip– years of combat training was paying off– and looked down in surprise. Clinging to his pant leg was a cat with indigo markings. He frowned in confusion and pushed a few golden curls back under the hood. What the Ed was a cat doing here?
(Cussing is okay here, my bois do it all the time, just not every sentence)
Marco hissed, digging his claws into the other's leg, He's not getting that scroll! he thought, moving back, tail up, fur on end, ears back, teeth bared, hissing menacingly. Though quite honestly he looked kind of cute that way.
(Cool. 'Ed' is a curse word in Oci's universe, just btw :)
Oci reached down and pulled the cat off his leg, holding it at arm's length. His large, dark purple eyes narrowed. He'd thought there wouldn't be any guards there, but apparently there was a guard… cat. Oci tossed the cat away from him and turned back to the case. If the cat attacked him again he wouldn’t hesitate to kill it, but right now he was being nice.
(Nice)
Marco yelped as the other tossed him across the room, landing on his side with a low groan. Wincing as he got back to his paws, he shook himself off, ignoring the fact that that was gonna leave bruises. Focusing back on the other, he shifted again, this time into a husky, his size much large, though the fact that he was underweight was more evident this time, he was still much more menacing as he approached again, glaring at the other, baring his teeth and letting out a low growl.
"Hmm. A shifter?" Oci murmured to himself. He adjusted his stance and flung his hand towards the husky. Shadowy grey spikes peeled off from the shadows in the room and shoot towards the dog. They appeared to simply be shadows, but there was something about them that said they would hurt if they touched you.
Marco backed away a little bit, knowing that any injury was going to cost him seriously. Even a papercut could mean infection or sickness, and ultimately death, especially with the cold weather approaching, as it was already late fall. Carefully he shifted into a larger cat, a tiger to be exact. growling softly. Give me the scroll he thought, tail lashing behind him. He couldn't speak in animal form, so negotiations were nearly impossible for him to start off, and he wasn't about to shift into human form.
"Just leave, shifter," Oci called, his voice soft and sweet. "I don't want to kill you, but I will if I have to." Most of that was a lie– he couldn't care less if he had to kill someone, but it would most likely attract attention. Oci took a small step towards the case. He was close enough that he could take the scroll, which meant he was almost home free.
Marco growled in response, I won't leave! I need that scroll! he thought, wishing he had a way to tell him that without shifting back. Suddenly he shifted, turning into a small chipmunk and racing for the pedestal, swerving wildly to avoid any attacks.
Oci started as the tiger suddenly disappeared. He looked back and grabbed the scroll, clutching it tightly in his hand. Oci scanned the floor, looking for something coming towards him, then decided that wouldn't be good for him. He started running back to his window, calling the shadows to cloak him.
Marco raced towards him, shifting into a lion as he tackled the other, aiming to get his fangs against the other's throat so he wouldn't attack, his ribs showing underneath the thin fur tail lashing. I need that scroll you idiot! he thought.
Oci crashed to the ground, the scroll still clutched in his hand. He quickly stuffed the scroll into his pocket and pulled a knife from his belt. Oci struggled to get out of the lion's grip, trying to avoid the lion's teeth. "What the Ed do you want with the scroll?" He hissed, trying to get the knife into a good position to stab the lion.
(I gtg soon)
Marco growled lowly, pinning his shoulders with his paws, before shifting back, turning out to be a good looking dark skinned male, his mid length hair tied back in a ponytail underneath his jacket. "I need it so I can take down the king, now hand it over." his voice was firm, though he couldn't help the hint of fear in his voice.
(Same.)
"Oh, the shifter speaks!" Oci laughs softly. "Wait, did you say you need it to take down the king?" He asked, lowering the knife slightly. "Well, what a coincidence."
Marco froze when the other mentioned coincidence. "What do you mean coincidence?" he asked, though his grip didn't slacken. "What do you want with the scroll?"
"Well, I want the scroll to kill the king." Oci twisted his neck to look over his shoulder. "So." He was itching to get this shifter away from him, but he resisted. After all, the shifter might be of some use to him. "Would you mind getting off of me? You're going to crush the scroll."
Marco hummed softly, taking a moment to think it over, though he didn't move, only lightening his grip a little, but only a little.
"Oh, come on." Oci rolled his eyes. "You mistrust me that much that you'll let the thing you want be destroyed instead of letting me go? That's not a very smart move."
"Yeah well I also don't wanna die myself." he said flatly, "Now how do I know you're not gonna kill me?"
"I promise I won't." Oci said, carefully sliding the knife back into its sheath. "Look. No weapons." He held his hands out to either side and wiggled them.
Marco huffed softly, then moved away from the other, scooting back out of reach, taking a wary defensive stance.
"Alright, then." Oci pulled himself to his feet and turned to face the shifter. His face was mostly hidden in shadow, except for his mouth, which curved into a small smile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the scroll. "Ah, good. It's still intact."
Marco had pulled the hood of his oversized hoodie up and down to cover his face, not wanting to be seen, though he didn't have shadow abilities. Silently, he waited for the other's move, tense.
"So, my dear shifter friend. Why do you want to kill the king?" Oci asked, turning the scroll around in his gloves hands. "And what made you think this," he held up the scroll, "would help you?"