Application for Macavity

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

Macavity groans and rubs his head as he looks around. Must be a another stunt by Mistoffelees. If the kit kept on like this, he’d have to be disposed of…
Well, that was a new one. An over-sized cartoon rat was, if nothing else, an original illusion. Perhaps the Twins had chosen to try to screw up his head again, and this was only an elaborate mind-trap.

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

Ah, well, might as well play along. He is the best psychic that he knows of, and could easily break out of this game any time he wants to, but he feels like humouring people today. Before tearing out a few throats, of course. He finally deigns to answer the rodent. “Macavity, of course.”

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

He blinks. Defintely a mind-trap. That thing is probably meant to be his inner kitten or something, and he knows he doesn’t have one anymore – it had been a long and bloody mental battle before Runda had finally given up the ghost.
His ears flick back. “My quest? To destroy my elder brother and his followers and have Demeter by my side once and for all.”

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You
know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?"

“Hmm.” The Jellicle strokes his chin and pretends to think on it, tail swishing from side-to-side. “For my elder brother and his followers to be dead, for Demeter to willingly come to me, although actually that would be my first wish because it would destroy Munkustrap to see it, and I suppose world domination would agreeable, but with none of the stupid conscequences and catches.”

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

“I wouldn’t say anything – I’d just kill him.”

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?"

“Barter?” A small smile creeps onto the Napoleon of Crime’s face. “Why, in the deepest basement, would I barter? Stealing is far easier, and so much more entertaining.”

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

“Oh, Dark, every time.” For life as well as chocolate, he thinks to himself.

"Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans," says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "Explain."

“The coolest? That would be a phrase I had hoped to never hear from the lips of a single being, save for perhaps my youngest brother.” Again, the cat-human’s black furred ears stroke back momentarily, then he regains control. “But very well. Pirates – I’ve had one or two in my employ over time, and although they are, mostly uncouth braggarts, with little interests in life beside the three F’s, they have a tendency to be very useful, and ninjas, for the self-same reason, although they have a habit of earning my respect better than Growltiger and his ilk, for they are respectful in their turn and are far more efficient.”

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"


“I’m carrying nothing. But my claws are and teeth are sharp enough, should the opportunity arise that I may use them.” He purrs, a small savage grin darting across his features.

((OOC: This guy's the big bad from CATS, for anyone who hadn't the foggiest - That's the musical by AL Webber and the poetry collection - old possum's book of pratical cats - by TS eliot))

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[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

"Family can be difficult," notes Psyche in a friendly manner, though she's not sure she'd agree with Macavity's assessment of who was making the difficulties. She smiles, nonetheless. "Hello. I'm Psyche."

"You mentioned someone named Demeter?"

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

"Indeed. She would be my rightful mate, had not my idiotic brother stolen her from me." His lip curls slightly, as he notes the girl's delicate-looking wings, and wonders precisely how fragile they are. "And you might be...what, exactly?"

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

They're not very fragile at all, really, a fact for which Psyche is daily grateful; they're not even wholly tangible on the mortal plane, which is a good thing as they'd be rather hard to protect otherwise. It's hard enough not banging them into things up in Olympus.

"I'm the goddess and embodiment of the mortal soul," she says, and smiles again. "Which always sounds like a terribly odd statement, coming out of my own lips, but there it is. And you are a...cat?" Zoology is taking some interesting turns around here. "I know someone named Demeter, but I doubt she's yours." Even if the drama described sounded quite like something that might happen amongst her husband's family. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you."

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

"A goddess?" An eyebrow raises. "I can't say I've met any of your kind before. Then that probably mean that the Demeter you know is the one for mine is named, and would make you of the greek pantheon, wouldn't it?"

"And no, I'm not a cat...not exactly, at least." Macavity's lip quirks slightly, revealing sharp white fangs, in what might be a smile, but his tail lashes irritably. "Technically, I'm of a species that's been called Jellicles, but I severely doubt I would count to many of my kind as one of them."

Vaguely, he wonders why on earth he's saying all this, but if this is indeed a mind-trap and the girl is merely a contruct - embodiment of the mortal soul indeed, although he thinks that his is rather worse for wear and certaining would not look like that - then at least he's not saying anything useful to anyone who'd want to know.

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

"It would, on both counts," she says, "though I'm rather a minor part of the pantheon. I was born a mortal, you see."

A corner of her mouth turns up. "Have you really employed pirates and ninjas?"

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

The Napoleon of Crime nods. "Indeed, at one time or another. As I said, they do have their uses."

At least until they get too cocky and have to be put down, he adds silently.

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

"I expect so. Most people do have their uses, if you're thinking of them as things to be used."

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

His ears flatten against his skull for a minute.

"My dear kitten," he says, in something that could be described as a strained purr, "Everyone has their uses - it merely takes the correct sort of person to bring it out of them. And everyone, including you and myself, can be taken as things to be used."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Riiiight," says Crowley catching sight of Macavity. "Like we needed another talking cat."

[that-depends.livejournal.com]

In the way of all cats when they're not wanted (though somewhat more abruptly than most), the Cheshire Cat appears right at Crowley's feet, and begins grinning down at his snakeskin boots. If they are, in fact, boots.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley shuffles his feet away from the Cat's disturbing look. He's not worried, per se, but claw marks in one's footwear are not suave.

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Sorry, that was me. Forgot to log in.))
Macavity shoots the dark-haired man an annoyed look. "Must I repeat myself? I am not a cat. How many cats do you know walk on two legs, have a mostly human bone-structure and," He adds, a little smugly, "Are taller than you?"

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"And how many humans," retorts Crowley, "are covered in fur, have whiskers and pointed ears on the top of their heads, a black nose, slit pupils, and fangs?" He eyes the cat-human thing. There's no way he's taller than Crowley. Macavity has to be at least two inches shorter, but Crowley decides not to mention it.

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

Macavity spreads his paws, painting a bewilded look on his face. "Whenever did I say I was human? What in the seven basements gave you that idea? Oh, and you missed one thing in your little description. Humans don't have tails."
He waves the long, red plume his own high. It's his only real vanity, in appearances. He sniffs the man - or rather, man shaped being, if he's not wrong, and he almost never is. "Also, I suspect you aren't human either, so I doubt you have a dog to swing in that direction."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"I suspect you keep your suspicions to yourself then, if you know what's good for you," says Crowley coldly.

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

Unconciously, the cat-man takes a small step backwards, raising his paws.

"Very well, then." He's learnt over the years how to back out and cut his losses. Quite often, in the hardest ways. "No offense was meant. Merely curious."

A trait that's been a danger to his kind for some time, he thinks.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Oh-kay," says Mickey cheerfully. "Are you ready to be placed in a land, Macavity?"

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

Although he would fervently deny it later, the Jellicle started at the rat's sudden appearance. Macavity nodded. "Indeed, I'm more than ready."

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

Mickey grins. "All righty. Do ya know where you'd like to live?"

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

With a brief glance at Crowley, he replied, "Probably New Orleans square, if that's quite alright."

Keep your allies close and your enemies closer, he tells himself.

[that-depends.livejournal.com]

The Cheshire Cat materializes, sitting up attentively at Mickey's side. "Ninjas," he says, and his grin widens deliberately at Macavity.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Nope. You're better suited for Frontierland, so I'm puttin' you there," he says with an exaggerated wink at the cat. "Your mailbox'll say Macavity (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/tag/macavity). Welcome to the Happiest Place on Earth!"

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

((OOC: For some reason, I agree with you guys...but I can't think why...))
Macavity glares at the Cheshire Cat, then looks at Mickey and gives what might be a sigh but sounds more like a hiss. "Very well. I shall adjourn post haste, shall I? It seems that my presence is no longer necessary here."

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

((oh, good. :D))

Mickey goggles at him a bit. "I'm sure you can't wait to see all of our exciting attractions..."

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

Macavity's struck by the sudden desire to knock on the rat's forehead to see if it sounds hollow. However, he settles for letting his ears flick back and smiling derisively.

"To be sure," he tells it, a little sarcastically. "Now, if you would be so kind as to simply point me in the direction of my new domain, I shall be gone and out of your tail."