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Kon had planned to do his homework in the Student Lounge so he could spend time chatting with the other kids there. That plan was thrown into the trash when he entered the lounge and saw how empty it was. It got like this once in a while, but it didn't make it any less disappointing to Kon. There were only about five students, and a few seemed too young for Kon to talk with comfortably. The person who seemed closest to him in age was a boy he didn't recognize.

A boy Kon didn't recognize. Now, that needed to be fixed. Kon prided himself on already knowing so many students, even if he couldn't remember all their names. It was necessary for a journalist to know many people, after all.

Konpeitō approached the teenager with a skip, then sat beside him and dropped his backpack on the floor. "Hi! Hope I'm not bothering you, but I don't think I've met you before."


 

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Cesare groaned with frustration as the vending machine spat his money out for the sixth time. For some reason, the stupid machine simply refused to take his money. It wasn't even old and wrinkled! It was crisp fifty-dollar note that he'd literally just drawn from an ATM the day before (which had been another fiasco, but that's neither here nor there).
"This machine is defective," he declared to no one in particular.
He turned and stalked away from the machine as its blinking lights continued to taunt him. He almost gave a huff of frustration, but contained himself. Huffing was beneath his dignity. Flopping down in a chair, however, was not - and so that's what he did.
...And his pique was rewarded with an ominous crack from one of the legs as the chair canted to a dangerously steep angle. Some might argue that a four hundred and fifty pound man condensed to the size of a man who weighed a third of that shouldn't be flopping down in chairs. They might accuse him of having forgotten that very simple fact. But Cesare knew the truth.
"Nothing in this place works as intended!"

Carefully, he stood. He proceeded to move the broken chair into a corner, where it could safely become someone else's problem. Then, very carefully, he lowered himself into a different chair, where could stew o-er, reflect on his sudden change of environment.
The well-constructed chairs back home didn't break when I flopped on them, he thought.
I miss Moscow.

He heard someone come in, but paid them no mind. That is, until it became clear from the slight scuffing sounds of their shoes that they were headed directly for him. He turned his head just in time to see a...cat person?...sit down beside him and offer a greeting of some sort.
Realizing that he had been staring, and ought to at least acknowledge the greeting, he said "No, we haven't. I'm Cesare Mayakovsky." He began to extend his hand, hesitated for a brief moment, but then offered his hand.
I swear to God, if this thing licks my hand, I will tear this school apart, he thought.
"Charmed, I'm sure," he said in a bored tone.
Please don't get hair on my suit, he added in his mind. Grandpa Vladimir had made it clear that there would be no trips to Savile Row during the schoolyear. He would have to get his suits sent to him, like a common so-and-so. Good thing his tailor already knew his measurements (mostly) by heart.

Then, his eyes lit up as he realized that this new person represented a potential source of information, of knowledge about his current surroundings. Knowledge was power. And what Cesare Mayakovsky needed most right now - at all times, really - was power over his surroundings and circumstances. So he asked the most pressing question on his mind.
"Hey, so, are there any decent nightclubs around here? And are the bouncers stupid enough to take my fake IDs at face value, or will I have to bribe them?"
 
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Okay. Wow. Already starting off great, Kon thought to himself.

He gave the boy a firm handshake and a wide smile. "I'm Konpeitō Hatsu. Kon, for short. And I'm not sure about charmed, yet. We just met!" With the bored way Cesare spoke, there was a good chance he didn't think much of the catboy. No point in Kon keeping his passive aggressive to himself if that's how things would be. "... Though I must admit, you don't look so bad." Cesare looked old enough too. No point in Kon pretending he kept his dick in his pants either.

"Unfortunately, I'm not sure about that. I don't have any need for a fake ID. But I do know some good places to hang around at. Oh, and here's a tip: be more quiet about having a fake ID. I think being public about it lessens the chances of it working." He then tilted his head at the other students hanging around the lounge, sure that some could overhear the conversation.
 

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Cesare let Kon's flirtation pass without comment. He wasn't interested in men, but who was he to stop this cat-boy from admiring a natural work of art?
He followed Kon's gaze to the other students and listened. He knew the spots around here, that was good. Cesare would have to do a little more digging to ensure that these places catered to all tastes rather than just the masculine and the...furry...but that could wait. All in all, this Kon fellow didn't seem to be a bad sort. But there were a few things that would have to be set straight.
"Who, those people?" he said in a tone of voice that made it clear that he didn't care if they heard him. "No, I think they'll mind their business. Most of them, anyway. The first one who meddles in my affairs will serve the rest as a great example of why they should never, ever do that," he added in a slightly louder tone, as he openly looked over at them and silently dared any one of them to meet his eyes.
"Besides," he said, turning back to Kon and speaking conversationally once more, "That's precisely what the bribes are for. I give the bouncers money, and in return they exercise the wisdom of listening to me rather than...spurious hearsay," he explained, in a tone that suggested he thought that perhaps the other boy truly had no idea what a bribe was.
"Anyway, putting aside the drinking and the dancing and the bathroom blood-sex, what else is there to do around here?"
 
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He was one of those types. The ones who thought they were big and bad and had all the power in the world. Soon he would realize that on this island, he wasn't anything special How cute. Looks like it was better that Konpeitō's flirt was ignored. Bedding someone like him sounded like trouble.

"If that's how you think things will work," Kon replied nonchalantly to Cesare's thinly-veiled threat to the other students. "I don't know how the bouncers around here will take to bribes, but there are always college parties you can sneak into. Most are awful at keeping the underaged out." There was Kon's helpful tip to Cesare's.

"To socialize I visit the Manta Carlos Community Center, or M3C for short. Makes it easy for me to get to know the people of the island in a safe place. Other than that, I participate in groups at the school and watch combatants at the arena."
 

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Cesare nearly slapped his forehead when Kon mentioned college parties, but managed to hold back. Of course! There was a college here, and their parties would be sure to tick off all of Cesare's boxes. It wouldn't have a prayer of competing with Moscow's nightlife, of course, but when confronted with obstacles, one must simply persevere and play the hand dealt - at least until such a time as one could surreptitiously produce one's pocket aces. But his metaphor was getting away from him, as was the thread of the conversation. Blah blah lame community center, blah blah school groups - and then his ears perked up.
"Did you say 'arena?' Who fights there? Can we place bets? Can we compete? Against monsters, or people?" Honestly, if this Kon wanted to make friends, what he ought to do is stop burying the lead. If he was going to be a wet blanket about narcs and underage drinking in places of business, he could have just led with the arena.
 
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"I did say arena. I work there, so I know all about it." Finally, a topic about something that wasn't about something illegal and that Konpeitō knew all about.

Time to start off with some of the bad news. Actually, there might be quite a bit of bad news. "You'd be too young to bet there, and we're not going to openly advertise illegal betting.

"Competing in the arena is possible, but you need parental approval to do so if you're under eighteen-years-old and they're private matches. You can fight against all types of people, and you're generally matched against people with a similar level of strength to it. It is entertainment. We don't want battles that end too quickly or match people with boring abilities together." All this information giving made Kon wonder if he should be paid. This was basically part of what he does at work.
 

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Cesare's eager expression was slowly replaced with a scowl as Kon's words took hold. He leaned back in his chair slowly. His face settled into a mask of calm far too suddenly to be real.
"So basically," he began, "what I gather is that even the cool things on this island still kind of suck."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as though the very prospect of confronting existence on Manta Carlos required him to marshal his strength. Without opening his eyes, he said "Never visit Moscow, Kon. Because if you got to experience Moscow, Kon, and then you had to come back here...you would throw yourself into a fucking bonfire."
Finally, he opened his eyes and assumed a more comfortable position, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and his chin on his hand. For the first time, he actually took a proper look at Kon, taking in the colors and extent of his fur, his many accessories, his heart-shaped pupils...no, contacts - he could make out the edge...
Finally, he spoke.
"So, what is your deal, Kon? Like, with the fur and the ears? You are obviously some sort of cat-being, but I've never come across one of you before."
 
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Kon rolled his eyes. "I'm an adult, so things are different for me. And like I said, you can do private matches if you can convince your dorm parent."

Konpeitō wished Cesare would try to see the bright side of things. Then, he remembered how he was when he came to the island. By comparison, Cesare was doing much better. At least he wasn't a depressing and angry mess, ready to throw everything away for a dramatic ending.

Surprisingly, Cesare took some interest in Kon. He had expected the boy to get frustrated with him because of things not going his way and leave. "Cat-people aren't uncommon here. In my case, I was made in Japan as a human given cat-features through genetic modification. There're others like me who came here recently."
 

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Cesare's brows furrowed as Kon explained the circumstances that led to his creation.
"So...scientists...in a lab...made cat people?...Why? I mean, to what end? And for that matter, who the hell would fund-well, no, actually, I guess I could see the appeal of creating a new form of life. Still, seems like a weird and random thing to do."
After a beat, Cesare realized that calling someone's creation weird and pointless might be seen by some as rude.
"I mean, no offense or anything, I think it's...great...that you're here, and a cat-person, and...yeah."
He nodded, as if to say 'yep, that cleared that up,' and then lapsed into silence for a moment.
 
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