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Bustopher Jones: It’s a little known fact that tuxedo cat’s coats were not the result of selective breeding by humans, but evolved to help them thrive in their native habitat: the black tie gala. Camouflaged in their formal wear, they feed on a diet of cocktail shrimp, caviar, and canapes.
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
Mistoffelees had been trying desperately to be found with his limited resources. He strained his ears, trying to listen for anyone moving nearby. At every sound he kicked at whatever debris was close to his feet. Several times he had caused quite a loud bang echoing around the empty space (as well as kicked up plenty of dust making him cough). But every time, nothing. Were the noises he was reacting to just rats scurrying around? Was he stuck far from any kind of civilisation? Maybe he had been taken far from the city, left where nobody ventured. Maybe he had imagined every noise. Slowly he started giving up, the fight leaving him as well as whatever energy he had managed to gather. He slumped over as much as he could, his eyes unfocusing.
Billina and Bustopher walked in silence, much the blonde queen's annoyance.
"What's the big deal about this Mistoffelees cat?" She asked him adjusting her boa over her shoulders.
Bustopher swallowed the pride he felt about his nephew forcing himself not to brag about him. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno eh's just a popular fellow," He replied gruffly.
"He must be if someone's willing to take him and pay for him. I hope his more talkative then you are."
"I wouldn't know."
The closer they can to ruins the more deserted and grimy the streets became.
"You know the ruins are real nice romantic private place in the moonlight," Billina said posing against a half fallen wall.
"Heh, real romantic," Bustopher said pointing to a half eaten half rotted rat corpse with a pile of old droppings next to it.
"Well," Billina said trying to sound flustered. "I taken you to the ruins and since you have obviously no more use for me I'll take my payment now.
"You'll get it after I come back with my prize."
"What?" Billina asked outraged. "That's not fair! With all those traps you could be killed and I'll be out of a payment!
"Well then better, hope I don't get killed," Bustopher said stepping into the ruins.
"Then I'm coming with you!," Billina said running after him.
Without the purposefully built traps the place was dangerous enough with its crumbling walls and rotting floors. One wrong step could be disastrous. Being careful meant slowing down and taking each bit at a time, however long it took.
Mistoffelees tilted his head, his ears flicking. Was that... voices he heard?? Were they real or just his mind playing tricks? Was this his captor messing with him? He couldn't take the chance of missing out on rescue. He had to find a way of making noise. But he had long ago run out of things to kick, his magic still not responding and his voice would not be loud enough. He did quite possibly the stupiest but only thing he could think of in that moment and rocked his whole body as hard as he could until whatever he was tied to overbalanced and he went crashing to the floor. He felt the wet running down his cheek before he registered the sharp pain of the new injury he had inflicted upon himself. He groaned and closed his eyes, praying to the everlasting cat that had been enough.
"They say the ruins are haunted," Billina told him. "A lot of murders happened here years ago before these were ruins."
Bustopher grunted in response.
"It was human, they'd bring the victims here and kill 'em, man woman, human kittens."
"Human kittens!" Bustopher said incredulously.
"What ever human call their kittens," Billina said indifferently.
"Children," Bustopher told her. "They call them children."
"Children then, they were murdered too. There's stories of a woman in white, the gray man, the crying children." The blonde queen said counting off her claws.
"I'm not paying you extra for the penny dreadful's" Bustopher said side stepping a piece of fallen wall.
"What's the matter is The Bruiser afraid of ghosts," She mocked him before hearing a loud bang followed by low moan of pain. Billina jumped her tail puffed up and she grabbed a hold of Bustopher's arm. "W-What was that?" She spoke with fear in her voice.
"The prize," Bustopher said grimly recognizing the sound his nephew's voice.
Misto never really prayed much. Maybe he should, after all what if when his time came he was not in the Everlasting Cats favour?
But right now he prayed harder than ever that his little stunt worked, that it was friendly and real voices he had heard nearby.
It just couldn't end like this. He couldn't leave Victoria without a goodbye. Nor leave Alonzo with the guilt he knew he would have if he turned up dead. He couldn't bear to think how his uncle would feel, looking down and not seeing Misto playing with his tail, a favourite game of his since before he could even remember.
And Tugger. Things could not be left as they were. The things they said, the very reason Misto had done something as stupid as wander out of the safety of the junkyard and not paid attention to his surroundings. Over something so stupid he couldn't even remember what anymore.
All he could do was wait and pray, one side of his white face slowly turning red as the blood seeped through his fur.
Mistoffelees was laying in a pool of blood was all Bustopher could think and when he and Billina found him. He quickly shook himself back to his senses and hurried over to him, but not too fast.
"Is he dead?" The Blonde queen asked peering over Bustopher's shoulder.
"The damn fool knocked himself out," Bustopher said examining Mistoffelees. "E's been drugged too. I'll have to carrying e'm out," He said as he began to untie him.
"Bring e'm back to my den and I'll fix up that head wound and give e'm something to bring e'm round. The nursing's gonna cost ya extra though," Billina told him.
"Can't very well bring too badly damaged goods back now can I?" Bustopher said as way of agreeing and secretly relived about getting Mistoffelees some medical help.
He threw the smaller tuxedo cat over his shoulder before they began to cautiously make their way back though the ruins.
As Mistoffelees started coming around, he very slowly became more aware of his surroundings. His supernatural senses immediately told him he was somewhere new. A much homlier, warmer place. He definitely felt safer. After tiny little tests, he could move his limbs, even if they did ache. And oh, he was somewhere much more comfortable than the damp rotting floor. He knew he should be opening his eyes, learning where he was and clarifying he was safe but instead he rubbed his cheek against the soft material he was lying on.
Billina's den was neat, clean, and warm, filled with many old downy quilts, comforters, and pillows. With various little broken nick knacks.
"E's coming around now," She said watching Mistoffelees begin to stir.
"Hoy! Wake up," Bustopher said in his best Bruiser voice. It was late, he was tired and hungry and he wanted to get Mistoffelees back to his human so they could get him the V.E.T who knew what was in the drug Mistoffelees was given or what if any parasites or germs he might have picked up. The last thing anyone need was Mistoffelees giving the whole tribe ring worm or a simple cold could develop into the dangerous caliciviruns. Also from his brief examination he concluded that Mistoffelees was dehydrated and judging by how light he felt when carryng him he hadn't been eating. His head wound most likely need stitches too. Best to leave as soon as possible.
For all the times Mistoffelees tried to act as mature and adult as possible, be was still quite young really. And this presented itself at the most inopportune times. Such as that moment, where he simply tried to bury his head and whimpered a rather pathetic little 'no'. He was more comfortable than he had been in a while. And worried this was some kind of dream, really didn't want to risk moving and waking up back in that warehouse.
Bustopher grumbled in annoyance. He took a small cup of water and held up to Mistoffelees's mouth. "Here, drink," He said forcing the water down Mistoffelees's throat.
"That's going to cost you extra," Billina told him. "I got that water imported! It's the only way I can get clean water in this dump."
"Fine, fine!" Bustopher yelled annoyed. "You'll get your money! Now you!" He said to Mistoffelees. "Wake up! So's I can deliver you to your fat old geezer cat! And I'll charge him extra for my expenses!" Bustopher said hoping Mistoffelees would understand his meaning.
Mistoffelees was definitely shaken into the realities of the situation by the sharp voice. He quickly shot up and something in him instinctively told him to stand straight back, paws behind his back in a respectful manner. Mistoffelees had never really done well with being told off, and he had realised he wasn't 100% safe yet. He needed to keep his wits about him for a little while longer at least. "Y... yes sir... sorry..." He waited patiently for the next instruction from the other tom in front of him. His presence demanded the respect, but in a confusingly strange, familiar way. It was like a puzzle, missing a crucial piece. Without it, nothing made sense.
There were a select few who knew about Bustopher's detective work, his sister of course as they had solved mysteries together when they were kittens and even into adulthood on several occasions, his brother-in-law, and several dog inspectors down in Scotland Yard, and Mistoffelees. As a kitten Misto loved hearing about mysteries his uncle and mother had solved and now as an adult he still loved hearing about his uncle's mysteries, but the one thing Bustopher didn't tell his nephew was about his alter ego The Bruiser. Perhaps Bustopher mused he'd tell him about his undercover work once he got his nephew out of here. "Here," Billina said. "Eat this," She handed him some kibble. "And that will cost you too!" "Why don't you make out a bloody list of expenses, then!" Bustopher shouted annoyed. "I may just do that!" Billina shouted back. "Now, you!" Bustopher said to Mistoffelees. "Eat and drink some more to get yer strength up so we can leave this place. I've got business elsewhere."
Mistoffelees really wasn't sure what to make of the two of them. They had saved him, sure but they seemed... rather inconvenienced by it. As the arguments raged on about providing Mistoffelees food and water, he did have half a mind to say he could simply find something when he returned to the junkyard. After all there was never a short supply of rats in such a place. However he found his voice dying in his throat again and he simply thanked the strange Queen and quickly ate. He had to admit, it did help more than he realised.
Bustopher would have like to have been more sympathetic and comforting to his nephew, as The Bruiser he could not afford to be soft. Besides if an enemy suspected that he an bit of affection for anyone…Bustopher dare not think the evil hold they would have over him.
“Alright, you’ve had some food ‘n’ drink in ya. On your feet. It’s time we left.” After settling the bill with Billina Bustopher turned back to Mistoffelees.
“You walk in a straight line in front of me and go where I tell ya to go and don’t you try any of you hocus-pocus mumbo-jumbo tricks my fine  magician. I know all there is to know about you ,your friends your family human and feline and if you think for one moment that you’ll magic yourself away and cheat me out of my payment you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll take one of your nearest and dearest place ‘em in a anti-magic circle and have the fat old geezer pay they are safe return, got it.” He snarled menacingly. “Now move!”
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
Mistoffelees had been trying desperately to be found with his limited resources. He strained his ears, trying to listen for anyone moving nearby. At every sound he kicked at whatever debris was close to his feet. Several times he had caused quite a loud bang echoing around the empty space (as well as kicked up plenty of dust making him cough). But every time, nothing. Were the noises he was reacting to just rats scurrying around? Was he stuck far from any kind of civilisation? Maybe he had been taken far from the city, left where nobody ventured. Maybe he had imagined every noise. Slowly he started giving up, the fight leaving him as well as whatever energy he had managed to gather. He slumped over as much as he could, his eyes unfocusing.
Billina and Bustopher walked in silence, much the blonde queen's annoyance.
"What's the big deal about this Mistoffelees cat?" She asked him adjusting her boa over her shoulders.
Bustopher swallowed the pride he felt about his nephew forcing himself not to brag about him. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno eh's just a popular fellow," He replied gruffly.
"He must be if someone's willing to take him and pay for him. I hope his more talkative then you are."
"I wouldn't know."
The closer they can to ruins the more deserted and grimy the streets became.
"You know the ruins are real nice romantic private place in the moonlight," Billina said posing against a half fallen wall.
"Heh, real romantic," Bustopher said pointing to a half eaten half rotted rat corpse with a pile of old droppings next to it.
"Well," Billina said trying to sound flustered. "I taken you to the ruins and since you have obviously no more use for me I'll take my payment now.
"You'll get it after I come back with my prize."
"What?" Billina asked outraged. "That's not fair! With all those traps you could be killed and I'll be out of a payment!
"Well then better, hope I don't get killed," Bustopher said stepping into the ruins.
"Then I'm coming with you!," Billina said running after him.
Without the purposefully built traps the place was dangerous enough with its crumbling walls and rotting floors. One wrong step could be disastrous. Being careful meant slowing down and taking each bit at a time, however long it took.
Mistoffelees tilted his head, his ears flicking. Was that... voices he heard?? Were they real or just his mind playing tricks? Was this his captor messing with him? He couldn't take the chance of missing out on rescue. He had to find a way of making noise. But he had long ago run out of things to kick, his magic still not responding and his voice would not be loud enough. He did quite possibly the stupiest but only thing he could think of in that moment and rocked his whole body as hard as he could until whatever he was tied to overbalanced and he went crashing to the floor. He felt the wet running down his cheek before he registered the sharp pain of the new injury he had inflicted upon himself. He groaned and closed his eyes, praying to the everlasting cat that had been enough.
"They say the ruins are haunted," Billina told him. "A lot of murders happened here years ago before these were ruins."
Bustopher grunted in response.
"It was human, they'd bring the victims here and kill 'em, man woman, human kittens."
"Human kittens!" Bustopher said incredulously.
"What ever human call their kittens," Billina said indifferently.
"Children," Bustopher told her. "They call them children."
"Children then, they were murdered too. There's stories of a woman in white, the gray man, the crying children." The blonde queen said counting off her claws.
"I'm not paying you extra for the penny dreadful's" Bustopher said side stepping a piece of fallen wall.
"What's the matter is The Bruiser afraid of ghosts," She mocked him before hearing a loud bang followed by low moan of pain. Billina jumped her tail puffed up and she grabbed a hold of Bustopher's arm. "W-What was that?" She spoke with fear in her voice.
"The prize," Bustopher said grimly recognizing the sound his nephew's voice.
Misto never really prayed much. Maybe he should, after all what if when his time came he was not in the Everlasting Cats favour?
But right now he prayed harder than ever that his little stunt worked, that it was friendly and real voices he had heard nearby.
It just couldn't end like this. He couldn't leave Victoria without a goodbye. Nor leave Alonzo with the guilt he knew he would have if he turned up dead. He couldn't bear to think how his uncle would feel, looking down and not seeing Misto playing with his tail, a favourite game of his since before he could even remember.
And Tugger. Things could not be left as they were. The things they said, the very reason Misto had done something as stupid as wander out of the safety of the junkyard and not paid attention to his surroundings. Over something so stupid he couldn't even remember what anymore.
All he could do was wait and pray, one side of his white face slowly turning red as the blood seeped through his fur.
Mistoffelees was laying in a pool of blood was all Bustopher could think and when he and Billina found him. He quickly shook himself back to his senses and hurried over to him, but not too fast.
"Is he dead?" The Blonde queen asked peering over Bustopher's shoulder.
"The damn fool knocked himself out," Bustopher said examining Mistoffelees. "E's been drugged too. I'll have to carrying e'm out," He said as he began to untie him.
"Bring e'm back to my den and I'll fix up that head wound and give e'm something to bring e'm round. The nursing's gonna cost ya extra though," Billina told him.
"Can't very well bring too badly damaged goods back now can I?" Bustopher said as way of agreeing and secretly relived about getting Mistoffelees some medical help.
He threw the smaller tuxedo cat over his shoulder before they began to cautiously make their way back though the ruins.
As Mistoffelees started coming around, he very slowly became more aware of his surroundings. His supernatural senses immediately told him he was somewhere new. A much homlier, warmer place. He definitely felt safer. After tiny little tests, he could move his limbs, even if they did ache. And oh, he was somewhere much more comfortable than the damp rotting floor. He knew he should be opening his eyes, learning where he was and clarifying he was safe but instead he rubbed his cheek against the soft material he was lying on.
Billina's den was neat, clean, and warm, filled with many old downy quilts, comforters, and pillows. With various little broken nick knacks.
"E's coming around now," She said watching Mistoffelees begin to stir.
"Hoy! Wake up," Bustopher said in his best Bruiser voice. It was late, he was tired and hungry and he wanted to get Mistoffelees back to his human so they could get him the V.E.T who knew what was in the drug Mistoffelees was given or what if any parasites or germs he might have picked up. The last thing anyone need was Mistoffelees giving the whole tribe ring worm or a simple cold could develop into the dangerous caliciviruns. Also from his brief examination he concluded that Mistoffelees was dehydrated and judging by how light he felt when carryng him he hadn't been eating. His head wound most likely need stitches too. Best to leave as soon as possible.
For all the times Mistoffelees tried to act as mature and adult as possible, be was still quite young really. And this presented itself at the most inopportune times. Such as that moment, where he simply tried to bury his head and whimpered a rather pathetic little 'no'. He was more comfortable than he had been in a while. And worried this was some kind of dream, really didn't want to risk moving and waking up back in that warehouse.
Bustopher grumbled in annoyance. He took a small cup of water and held up to Mistoffelees's mouth. "Here, drink," He said forcing the water down Mistoffelees's throat.
"That's going to cost you extra," Billina told him. "I got that water imported! It's the only way I can get clean water in this dump."
"Fine, fine!" Bustopher yelled annoyed. "You'll get your money! Now you!" He said to Mistoffelees. "Wake up! So's I can deliver you to your fat old geezer cat! And I'll charge him extra for my expenses!" Bustopher said hoping Mistoffelees would understand his meaning.
Mistoffelees was definitely shaken into the realities of the situation by the sharp voice. He quickly shot up and something in him instinctively told him to stand straight back, paws behind his back in a respectful manner. Mistoffelees had never really done well with being told off, and he had realised he wasn't 100% safe yet. He needed to keep his wits about him for a little while longer at least. "Y... yes sir... sorry..." He waited patiently for the next instruction from the other tom in front of him. His presence demanded the respect, but in a confusingly strange, familiar way. It was like a puzzle, missing a crucial piece. Without it, nothing made sense.
There were a select few who knew about Bustopher's detective work, his sister of course as they had solved mysteries together when they were kittens and even into adulthood on several occasions, his brother-in-law, and several dog inspectors down in Scotland Yard, and Mistoffelees. As a kitten Misto loved hearing about mysteries his uncle and mother had solved and now as an adult he still loved hearing about his uncle's mysteries, but the one thing Bustopher didn't tell his nephew was about his alter ego The Bruiser. Perhaps Bustopher mused he'd tell him about his undercover work once he got his nephew out of here. "Here," Billina said. "Eat this," She handed him some kibble. "And that will cost you too!" "Why don't you make out a bloody list of expenses, then!" Bustopher shouted annoyed. "I may just do that!" Billina shouted back. "Now, you!" Bustopher said to Mistoffelees. "Eat and drink some more to get yer strength up so we can leave this place. I've got business elsewhere."
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
Mistoffelees had been trying desperately to be found with his limited resources. He strained his ears, trying to listen for anyone moving nearby. At every sound he kicked at whatever debris was close to his feet. Several times he had caused quite a loud bang echoing around the empty space (as well as kicked up plenty of dust making him cough). But every time, nothing. Were the noises he was reacting to just rats scurrying around? Was he stuck far from any kind of civilisation? Maybe he had been taken far from the city, left where nobody ventured. Maybe he had imagined every noise. Slowly he started giving up, the fight leaving him as well as whatever energy he had managed to gather. He slumped over as much as he could, his eyes unfocusing.
Billina and Bustopher walked in silence, much the blonde queen's annoyance.
"What's the big deal about this Mistoffelees cat?" She asked him adjusting her boa over her shoulders.
Bustopher swallowed the pride he felt about his nephew forcing himself not to brag about him. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno eh's just a popular fellow," He replied gruffly.
"He must be if someone's willing to take him and pay for him. I hope his more talkative then you are."
"I wouldn't know."
The closer they can to ruins the more deserted and grimy the streets became.
"You know the ruins are real nice romantic private place in the moonlight," Billina said posing against a half fallen wall.
"Heh, real romantic," Bustopher said pointing to a half eaten half rotted rat corpse with a pile of old droppings next to it.
"Well," Billina said trying to sound flustered. "I taken you to the ruins and since you have obviously no more use for me I'll take my payment now.
"You'll get it after I come back with my prize."
"What?" Billina asked outraged. "That's not fair! With all those traps you could be killed and I'll be out of a payment!
"Well then better, hope I don't get killed," Bustopher said stepping into the ruins.
"Then I'm coming with you!," Billina said running after him.
Without the purposefully built traps the place was dangerous enough with its crumbling walls and rotting floors. One wrong step could be disastrous. Being careful meant slowing down and taking each bit at a time, however long it took.
Mistoffelees tilted his head, his ears flicking. Was that... voices he heard?? Were they real or just his mind playing tricks? Was this his captor messing with him? He couldn't take the chance of missing out on rescue. He had to find a way of making noise. But he had long ago run out of things to kick, his magic still not responding and his voice would not be loud enough. He did quite possibly the stupiest but only thing he could think of in that moment and rocked his whole body as hard as he could until whatever he was tied to overbalanced and he went crashing to the floor. He felt the wet running down his cheek before he registered the sharp pain of the new injury he had inflicted upon himself. He groaned and closed his eyes, praying to the everlasting cat that had been enough.
"They say the ruins are haunted," Billina told him. "A lot of murders happened here years ago before these were ruins."
Bustopher grunted in response.
"It was human, they'd bring the victims here and kill 'em, man woman, human kittens."
"Human kittens!" Bustopher said incredulously.
"What ever human call their kittens," Billina said indifferently.
"Children," Bustopher told her. "They call them children."
"Children then, they were murdered too. There's stories of a woman in white, the gray man, the crying children." The blonde queen said counting off her claws.
"I'm not paying you extra for the penny dreadful's" Bustopher said side stepping a piece of fallen wall.
"What's the matter is The Bruiser afraid of ghosts," She mocked him before hearing a loud bang followed by low moan of pain. Billina jumped her tail puffed up and she grabbed a hold of Bustopher's arm. "W-What was that?" She spoke with fear in her voice.
"The prize," Bustopher said grimly recognizing the sound his nephew's voice.
Misto never really prayed much. Maybe he should, after all what if when his time came he was not in the Everlasting Cats favour?
But right now he prayed harder than ever that his little stunt worked, that it was friendly and real voices he had heard nearby.
It just couldn't end like this. He couldn't leave Victoria without a goodbye. Nor leave Alonzo with the guilt he knew he would have if he turned up dead. He couldn't bear to think how his uncle would feel, looking down and not seeing Misto playing with his tail, a favourite game of his since before he could even remember.
And Tugger. Things could not be left as they were. The things they said, the very reason Misto had done something as stupid as wander out of the safety of the junkyard and not paid attention to his surroundings. Over something so stupid he couldn't even remember what anymore.
All he could do was wait and pray, one side of his white face slowly turning red as the blood seeped through his fur.
Mistoffelees was laying in a pool of blood was all Bustopher could think and when he and Billina found him. He quickly shook himself back to his senses and hurried over to him, but not too fast.
"Is he dead?" The Blonde queen asked peering over Bustopher's shoulder.
"The damn fool knocked himself out," Bustopher said examining Mistoffelees. "E's been drugged too. I'll have to carrying e'm out," He said as he began to untie him.
"Bring e'm back to my den and I'll fix up that head wound and give e'm something to bring e'm round. The nursing's gonna cost ya extra though," Billina told him.
"Can't very well bring too badly damaged goods back now can I?" Bustopher said as way of agreeing and secretly relived about getting Mistoffelees some medical help.
He threw the smaller tuxedo cat over his shoulder before they began to cautiously make their way back though the ruins.
As Mistoffelees started coming around, he very slowly became more aware of his surroundings. His supernatural senses immediately told him he was somewhere new. A much homlier, warmer place. He definitely felt safer. After tiny little tests, he could move his limbs, even if they did ache. And oh, he was somewhere much more comfortable than the damp rotting floor. He knew he should be opening his eyes, learning where he was and clarifying he was safe but instead he rubbed his cheek against the soft material he was lying on.
Billina's den was neat, clean, and warm, filled with many old downy quilts, comforters, and pillows. With various little broken nick knacks.
"E's coming around now," She said watching Mistoffelees begin to stir.
"Hoy! Wake up," Bustopher said in his best Bruiser voice. It was late, he was tired and hungry and he wanted to get Mistoffelees back to his human so they could get him the V.E.T who knew what was in the drug Mistoffelees was given or what if any parasites or germs he might have picked up. The last thing anyone need was Mistoffelees giving the whole tribe ring worm or a simple cold could develop into the dangerous caliciviruns. Also from his brief examination he concluded that Mistoffelees was dehydrated and judging by how light he felt when carryng him he hadn't been eating. His head wound most likely need stitches too. Best to leave as soon as possible.
For all the times Mistoffelees tried to act as mature and adult as possible, be was still quite young really. And this presented itself at the most inopportune times. Such as that moment, where he simply tried to bury his head and whimpered a rather pathetic little 'no'. He was more comfortable than he had been in a while. And worried this was some kind of dream, really didn't want to risk moving and waking up back in that warehouse.
Bustopher grumbled in annoyance. He took a small cup of water and held up to Mistoffelees's mouth. "Here, drink," He said forcing the water down Mistoffelees's throat.
"That's going to cost you extra," Billina told him. "I got that water imported! It's the only way I can get clean water in this dump."
"Fine, fine!" Bustopher yelled annoyed. "You'll get your money! Now you!" He said to Mistoffelees. "Wake up! So's I can deliver you to your fat old geezer cat! And I'll charge him extra for my expenses!" Bustopher said hoping Mistoffelees would understand his meaning.
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
Mistoffelees had been trying desperately to be found with his limited resources. He strained his ears, trying to listen for anyone moving nearby. At every sound he kicked at whatever debris was close to his feet. Several times he had caused quite a loud bang echoing around the empty space (as well as kicked up plenty of dust making him cough). But every time, nothing. Were the noises he was reacting to just rats scurrying around? Was he stuck far from any kind of civilisation? Maybe he had been taken far from the city, left where nobody ventured. Maybe he had imagined every noise. Slowly he started giving up, the fight leaving him as well as whatever energy he had managed to gather. He slumped over as much as he could, his eyes unfocusing.
Billina and Bustopher walked in silence, much the blonde queen's annoyance.
"What's the big deal about this Mistoffelees cat?" She asked him adjusting her boa over her shoulders.
Bustopher swallowed the pride he felt about his nephew forcing himself not to brag about him. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno eh's just a popular fellow," He replied gruffly.
"He must be if someone's willing to take him and pay for him. I hope his more talkative then you are."
"I wouldn't know."
The closer they can to ruins the more deserted and grimy the streets became.
"You know the ruins are real nice romantic private place in the moonlight," Billina said posing against a half fallen wall.
"Heh, real romantic," Bustopher said pointing to a half eaten half rotted rat corpse with a pile of old droppings next to it.
"Well," Billina said trying to sound flustered. "I taken you to the ruins and since you have obviously no more use for me I'll take my payment now.
"You'll get it after I come back with my prize."
"What?" Billina asked outraged. "That's not fair! With all those traps you could be killed and I'll be out of a payment!
"Well then better, hope I don't get killed," Bustopher said stepping into the ruins.
"Then I'm coming with you!," Billina said running after him.
Without the purposefully built traps the place was dangerous enough with its crumbling walls and rotting floors. One wrong step could be disastrous. Being careful meant slowing down and taking each bit at a time, however long it took.
Mistoffelees tilted his head, his ears flicking. Was that... voices he heard?? Were they real or just his mind playing tricks? Was this his captor messing with him? He couldn't take the chance of missing out on rescue. He had to find a way of making noise. But he had long ago run out of things to kick, his magic still not responding and his voice would not be loud enough. He did quite possibly the stupiest but only thing he could think of in that moment and rocked his whole body as hard as he could until whatever he was tied to overbalanced and he went crashing to the floor. He felt the wet running down his cheek before he registered the sharp pain of the new injury he had inflicted upon himself. He groaned and closed his eyes, praying to the everlasting cat that had been enough.
"They say the ruins are haunted," Billina told him. "A lot of murders happened here years ago before these were ruins."
Bustopher grunted in response.
"It was human, they'd bring the victims here and kill 'em, man woman, human kittens."
"Human kittens!" Bustopher said incredulously.
"What ever human call their kittens," Billina said indifferently.
"Children," Bustopher told her. "They call them children."
"Children then, they were murdered too. There's stories of a woman in white, the gray man, the crying children." The blonde queen said counting off her claws.
"I'm not paying you extra for the penny dreadful's" Bustopher said side stepping a piece of fallen wall.
"What's the matter is The Bruiser afraid of ghosts," She mocked him before hearing a loud bang followed by low moan of pain. Billina jumped her tail puffed up and she grabbed a hold of Bustopher's arm. "W-What was that?" She spoke with fear in her voice.
"The prize," Bustopher said grimly recognizing the sound his nephew's voice.
Misto never really prayed much. Maybe he should, after all what if when his time came he was not in the Everlasting Cats favour?
But right now he prayed harder than ever that his little stunt worked, that it was friendly and real voices he had heard nearby.
It just couldn't end like this. He couldn't leave Victoria without a goodbye. Nor leave Alonzo with the guilt he knew he would have if he turned up dead. He couldn't bear to think how his uncle would feel, looking down and not seeing Misto playing with his tail, a favourite game of his since before he could even remember.
And Tugger. Things could not be left as they were. The things they said, the very reason Misto had done something as stupid as wander out of the safety of the junkyard and not paid attention to his surroundings. Over something so stupid he couldn't even remember what anymore.
All he could do was wait and pray, one side of his white face slowly turning red as the blood seeped through his fur.
Mistoffelees was laying in a pool of blood was all Bustopher could think and when he and Billina found him. He quickly shook himself back to his senses and hurried over to him, but not too fast.
"Is he dead?" The Blonde queen asked peering over Bustopher's shoulder.
"The damn fool knocked himself out," Bustopher said examining Mistoffelees. "E's been drugged too. I'll have to carrying e'm out," He said as he began to untie him.
"Bring e'm back to my den and I'll fix up that head wound and give e'm something to bring e'm round. The nursing's gonna cost ya extra though," Billina told him.
"Can't very well bring too badly damaged goods back now can I?" Bustopher said as way of agreeing and secretly relived about getting Mistoffelees some medical help.
He threw the smaller tuxedo cat over his shoulder before they began to cautiously make their way back though the ruins.
As Mistoffelees started coming around, he very slowly became more aware of his surroundings. His supernatural senses immediately told him he was somewhere new. A much homlier, warmer place. He definitely felt safer. After tiny little tests, he could move his limbs, even if they did ache. And oh, he was somewhere much more comfortable than the damp rotting floor. He knew he should be opening his eyes, learning where he was and clarifying he was safe but instead he rubbed his cheek against the soft material he was lying on.
Billina's den was neat, clean, and warm, filled with many old downy quilts, comforters, and pillows. With various little broken nick knacks.
"E's coming around now," She said watching Mistoffelees begin to stir.
"Hoy! Wake up," Bustopher said in his best Bruiser voice. It was late, he was tired and hungry and he wanted to get Mistoffelees back to his human so they could get him the V.E.T who knew what was in the drug Mistoffelees was given or what if any parasites or germs he might have picked up. The last thing anyone need was Mistoffelees giving the whole tribe ring worm or a simple cold could develop into the dangerous caliciviruns. Also from his brief examination he concluded that Mistoffelees was dehydrated and judging by how light he felt when carryng him he hadn't been eating. His head wound most likely need stitches too. Best to leave as soon as possible.
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
Mistoffelees had been trying desperately to be found with his limited resources. He strained his ears, trying to listen for anyone moving nearby. At every sound he kicked at whatever debris was close to his feet. Several times he had caused quite a loud bang echoing around the empty space (as well as kicked up plenty of dust making him cough). But every time, nothing. Were the noises he was reacting to just rats scurrying around? Was he stuck far from any kind of civilisation? Maybe he had been taken far from the city, left where nobody ventured. Maybe he had imagined every noise. Slowly he started giving up, the fight leaving him as well as whatever energy he had managed to gather. He slumped over as much as he could, his eyes unfocusing.
Billina and Bustopher walked in silence, much the blonde queen's annoyance.
"What's the big deal about this Mistoffelees cat?" She asked him adjusting her boa over her shoulders.
Bustopher swallowed the pride he felt about his nephew forcing himself not to brag about him. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno eh's just a popular fellow," He replied gruffly.
"He must be if someone's willing to take him and pay for him. I hope his more talkative then you are."
"I wouldn't know."
The closer they can to ruins the more deserted and grimy the streets became.
"You know the ruins are real nice romantic private place in the moonlight," Billina said posing against a half fallen wall.
"Heh, real romantic," Bustopher said pointing to a half eaten half rotted rat corpse with a pile of old droppings next to it.
"Well," Billina said trying to sound flustered. "I taken you to the ruins and since you have obviously no more use for me I'll take my payment now.
"You'll get it after I come back with my prize."
"What?" Billina asked outraged. "That's not fair! With all those traps you could be killed and I'll be out of a payment!
"Well then better, hope I don't get killed," Bustopher said stepping into the ruins.
"Then I'm coming with you!," Billina said running after him.
Without the purposefully built traps the place was dangerous enough with its crumbling walls and rotting floors. One wrong step could be disastrous. Being careful meant slowing down and taking each bit at a time, however long it took.
Mistoffelees tilted his head, his ears flicking. Was that... voices he heard?? Were they real or just his mind playing tricks? Was this his captor messing with him? He couldn't take the chance of missing out on rescue. He had to find a way of making noise. But he had long ago run out of things to kick, his magic still not responding and his voice would not be loud enough. He did quite possibly the stupiest but only thing he could think of in that moment and rocked his whole body as hard as he could until whatever he was tied to overbalanced and he went crashing to the floor. He felt the wet running down his cheek before he registered the sharp pain of the new injury he had inflicted upon himself. He groaned and closed his eyes, praying to the everlasting cat that had been enough.
"They say the ruins are haunted," Billina told him. "A lot of murders happened here years ago before these were ruins."
Bustopher grunted in response.
"It was human, they'd bring the victims here and kill 'em, man woman, human kittens."
"Human kittens!" Bustopher said incredulously.
"What ever human call their kittens," Billina said indifferently.
"Children," Bustopher told her. "They call them children."
"Children then, they were murdered too. There's stories of a woman in white, the gray man, the crying children." The blonde queen said counting off her claws.
"I'm not paying you extra for the penny dreadful's" Bustopher said side stepping a piece of fallen wall.
"What's the matter is The Bruiser afraid of ghosts," She mocked him before hearing a loud bang followed by low moan of pain. Billina jumped her tail puffed up and she grabbed a hold of Bustopher's arm. "W-What was that?" She spoke with fear in her voice.
"The prize," Bustopher said grimly recognizing the sound his nephew's voice.
Misto never really prayed much. Maybe he should, after all what if when his time came he was not in the Everlasting Cats favour?
But right now he prayed harder than ever that his little stunt worked, that it was friendly and real voices he had heard nearby.
It just couldn't end like this. He couldn't leave Victoria without a goodbye. Nor leave Alonzo with the guilt he knew he would have if he turned up dead. He couldn't bear to think how his uncle would feel, looking down and not seeing Misto playing with his tail, a favourite game of his since before he could even remember.
And Tugger. Things could not be left as they were. The things they said, the very reason Misto had done something as stupid as wander out of the safety of the junkyard and not paid attention to his surroundings. Over something so stupid he couldn't even remember what anymore.
All he could do was wait and pray, one side of his white face slowly turning red as the blood seeped through his fur.
Mistoffelees was laying in a pool of blood was all Bustopher could think and when he and Billina found him. He quickly shook himself back to his senses and hurried over to him, but not too fast.
"Is he dead?" The Blonde queen asked peering over Bustopher's shoulder.
"The damn fool knocked himself out," Bustopher said examining Mistoffelees. "E's been drugged too. I'll have to carrying e'm out," He said as he began to untie him.
"Bring e'm back to my den and I'll fix up that head wound and give e'm something to bring e'm round. The nursing's gonna cost ya extra though," Billina told him.
"Can't very well bring too badly damaged goods back now can I?" Bustopher said as way of agreeing and secretly relived about getting Mistoffelees some medical help.
He threw the smaller tuxedo cat over his shoulder before they began to cautiously make their way back though the ruins.
Old Deuteronomy: Now that I have your attention-
Bustopher Jones: You don't have our attention.
Old Deuteronomy: Curry.
Bustopher Jones: I'm listening.
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
Mistoffelees had been trying desperately to be found with his limited resources. He strained his ears, trying to listen for anyone moving nearby. At every sound he kicked at whatever debris was close to his feet. Several times he had caused quite a loud bang echoing around the empty space (as well as kicked up plenty of dust making him cough). But every time, nothing. Were the noises he was reacting to just rats scurrying around? Was he stuck far from any kind of civilisation? Maybe he had been taken far from the city, left where nobody ventured. Maybe he had imagined every noise. Slowly he started giving up, the fight leaving him as well as whatever energy he had managed to gather. He slumped over as much as he could, his eyes unfocusing.
Billina and Bustopher walked in silence, much the blonde queen's annoyance.
"What's the big deal about this Mistoffelees cat?" She asked him adjusting her boa over her shoulders.
Bustopher swallowed the pride he felt about his nephew forcing himself not to brag about him. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno eh's just a popular fellow," He replied gruffly.
"He must be if someone's willing to take him and pay for him. I hope his more talkative then you are."
"I wouldn't know."
The closer they can to ruins the more deserted and grimy the streets became.
"You know the ruins are real nice romantic private place in the moonlight," Billina said posing against a half fallen wall.
"Heh, real romantic," Bustopher said pointing to a half eaten half rotted rat corpse with a pile of old droppings next to it.
"Well," Billina said trying to sound flustered. "I taken you to the ruins and since you have obviously no more use for me I'll take my payment now.
"You'll get it after I come back with my prize."
"What?" Billina asked outraged. "That's not fair! With all those traps you could be killed and I'll be out of a payment!
"Well then better, hope I don't get killed," Bustopher said stepping into the ruins.
"Then I'm coming with you!," Billina said running after him.
Without the purposefully built traps the place was dangerous enough with its crumbling walls and rotting floors. One wrong step could be disastrous. Being careful meant slowing down and taking each bit at a time, however long it took.
Mistoffelees tilted his head, his ears flicking. Was that... voices he heard?? Were they real or just his mind playing tricks? Was this his captor messing with him? He couldn't take the chance of missing out on rescue. He had to find a way of making noise. But he had long ago run out of things to kick, his magic still not responding and his voice would not be loud enough. He did quite possibly the stupiest but only thing he could think of in that moment and rocked his whole body as hard as he could until whatever he was tied to overbalanced and he went crashing to the floor. He felt the wet running down his cheek before he registered the sharp pain of the new injury he had inflicted upon himself. He groaned and closed his eyes, praying to the everlasting cat that had been enough.
"They say the ruins are haunted," Billina told him. "A lot of murders happened here years ago before these were ruins."
Bustopher grunted in response.
"It was human, they'd bring the victims here and kill 'em, man woman, human kittens."
"Human kittens!" Bustopher said incredulously.
"What ever human call their kittens," Billina said indifferently.
"Children," Bustopher told her. "They call them children."
"Children then, they were murdered too. There's stories of a woman in white, the gray man, the crying children." The blonde queen said counting off her claws.
"I'm not paying you extra for the penny dreadful's" Bustopher said side stepping a piece of fallen wall.
"What's the matter is The Bruiser afraid of ghosts," She mocked him before hearing a loud bang followed by low moan of pain. Billina jumped her tail puffed up and she grabbed a hold of Bustopher's arm. "W-What was that?" She spoke with fear in her voice.
"The prize," Bustopher said grimly recognizing the sound his nephew's voice.
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
Mistoffelees had been trying desperately to be found with his limited resources. He strained his ears, trying to listen for anyone moving nearby. At every sound he kicked at whatever debris was close to his feet. Several times he had caused quite a loud bang echoing around the empty space (as well as kicked up plenty of dust making him cough). But every time, nothing. Were the noises he was reacting to just rats scurrying around? Was he stuck far from any kind of civilisation? Maybe he had been taken far from the city, left where nobody ventured. Maybe he had imagined every noise. Slowly he started giving up, the fight leaving him as well as whatever energy he had managed to gather. He slumped over as much as he could, his eyes unfocusing.
Billina and Bustopher walked in silence, much the blonde queen's annoyance.
"What's the big deal about this Mistoffelees cat?" She asked him adjusting her boa over her shoulders.
Bustopher swallowed the pride he felt about his nephew forcing himself not to brag about him. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno eh's just a popular fellow," He replied gruffly.
"He must be if someone's willing to take him and pay for him. I hope his more talkative then you are."
"I wouldn't know."
The closer they can to ruins the more deserted and grimy the streets became.
"You know the ruins are real nice romantic private place in the moonlight," Billina said posing against a half fallen wall.
"Heh, real romantic," Bustopher said pointing to a half eaten half rotted rat corpse with a pile of old droppings next to it.
"Well," Billina said trying to sound flustered. "I taken you to the ruins and since you have obviously no more use for me I'll take my payment now.
"You'll get it after I come back with my prize."
"What?" Billina asked outraged. "That's not fair! With all those traps you could be killed and I'll be out of a payment!
"Well then better, hope I don't get killed," Bustopher said stepping into the ruins.
"Then I'm coming with you!," Billina said running after him.
Bustopher Jones: You know, I used to think there was no one in the world good enough for Mistoffelees.
Rum Tum Tugger: (smiles)
Bustopher Jones: And I still think that.
Rum Tum Tugger: Right.
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
After that display the bartender had to relent. The Bruiser was leaving here with something and at this point he was only stalling which as he knew could result in less to no payment. The coin was naturally more appealing than a black eye. "Alright. I ain't seen any of them jellicle lot around here meself. But, theres a good few places around what might just be holdin who ya want. I seen a few of them 'enchcats round 'ere a lot recently. If its an important one ya best bets gonna be the ruin. 'Ouse wot fell down years afore any of us were 'ere. Will say though," he paused to give a wheezy kind of laugh, "ain't no one got in there wot shouldn't 'ave. Plenty a false entrances an traps about the place. Good luck if ya intend ta."
Bustopher scowled he had a feeling the henchcats the were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer probably moved Mistoffelees from here to double cross him and save their hides from Macavity. "I see," Bustopher said letting the bartender have the coin. "But be warned if this is a double cross..." "It ain't! It ain't!" The bartender hastily said. "Hey, Big Boy," The blonde queen said sliding up to him. "You'll need a guide to get the ruins." Bustopher snorted in response. "The name's Billina," She said. "Name for a chicken," Bustopher grumbled. "I can lead to the ruins and guide you through them, for a price that is." Having a guide would make things easier, but could he trust her? He'd have to if it meant saving his nephew. "Fine," Bustopher said getting up. "But if you have a gang waiting to rob me, their wot be the only heads I'll bust!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Big Boy, now about my price?" "After the job's finished," He told her. "But," Billina began to protest. "Me Old Moggy always said 'Don't pay the ferryman, don't even fix a price, till he gets you the other side." "Alright," Billina agreed. "Let's go.
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
The bartender threw his grimy rag over his sholder and leaned in closer.
"Depends. Whats it worth to ya?"
He wasn't out here looking for favours after all. He didn't want friends. Just customers and information was a commodity, worth more than the drinks he slung.
Bustopher placed a coin on the counter, it a wroth a whole roasted chicken in the animal world. The bartender went to snatch it up, but Bustopher was too quick for him and placed his paw over the coin.
"He's small, black from the ears to the tip of his tail, a Jellicle cat. One of his names is Mr. Mistoffelees. I've been unofficially employed you must say to bring him to someone. Now I's can be a fairs cat when I's wants to be. So I'lls make a deal with you. You tell me where he is and I gives you this coin, now you don't tell me what I wants to know and I'lls get real mean and tear this place apart looking for 'em," Bustopher finished banging on a bar stool next to him with his fist causing to collapse.
The bartender was unimpressed not having heard of The Bruiser.
"Year well I got mean customers too, regular ones too," He smirked thinking his regulars would intimidate the big cat before him.
"Not like me," Bustopher said before braking into song. Followed other cats who know of The Bruiser and didn't want to get on his bad side.
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I say He says he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean Mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I say what I mean That's true, that's true I mean what I say He do, he do I'm so mean I had a dream of beating myself up I broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then I choked myself to death, then broke the choke and woke up That's how mean, I'm mean, I'm mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I practically lost The fight of his life And it took me all night All night, all night But I came out all right All right, all right Because I'm so mean I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I mean that I'm mean He's mean, he's mean I mean what I say He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean I'm meaner than spit That's it, that's it I'm meaner than... That's it, that's it I'm meaner than mean He's mean, he's mean
I'm mean He's mean, he's mean You know what I mean He's mean, he's mean If you know what I mean He says he's mean If you know what I mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He says that he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean He's mean, he's mean
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
Mistoffelees was determined to figure a way out of this, concerned about what panic or worry had come about from his disappearance. Baby steps, he thought to himself. Just try opening your eyes. He never expected such a small task to be so exhausting. Everything just felt so... heavy, eyelids included. It was a small victory when he managed it, however the feeling was quickly extinguished as he took in what he was seeing. Not a lot. A floor. A very dirty, slightly blurry floor. He tried rubbing his eyes only to realise he couldn't. His situation was becoming clearer to him. A slight turn of his wrist confirmed they were indeed bound. That explained the aches across his shoulders. For anyone else this should be a moment of panic. But was he or was he not the Magical Mr Mistoffelees? Famed to get out of all kinds of impossible spaces and situations? He paused to focus then... nothing. And again. Nothing. Was he too exhausted? He wasn't sure. He definitely felt the familiar tingles in his body but it was like it wasn't listening to him anymore.
Ah. This was quite problematic.
The district where the pub that held Mistoffelees was located in a place commonly known as No Man's Land to the animal world, what humans called it Bustopher didn't know and didn't care to know.
The lowest of the low and poorest of poor lived there. Bustopher felt pity knowing this place had been where Grizabella spent the last years of her life there.
As he walked down the street his face and steps menacing, cats scramble to get about of his way. He was not one to be messed with.
The Pub was rundown looking place with a half the customers looking tough and the others looking rundown. As he walked in he heard frighten whispers of "It's The Bruiser!" Good his reputation had made it's way down here.
"Well, hello, big boy," Said a blonde calico queen wearing a red boa walking over to him and taking his arm. "Looking for a little fun?"
"No!" He growled shaken her off him and walking away from her rudely.
"Maybe, you'd rather have with me?" Asked a a long haired orange tom running his paw down his arm.
"No!" Bustopher growled again shaking his off as well and stalking over the bar.
"What it'll be? The bartender a one eyed, one ear gray tom asked.
"Information," Busteropher said in deep cockney accent. "Where is he?"
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It wasn't the nicest place. Most definitely not anywhere you would find anyone of any social standing or upstanding morals. But if The Hidden Paw had indeed been involved with the sudden disappearance of a certain little magician, this is where he would turn up.
Mistoffelees had no idea where he was. He could barely focus. Reality seemed to be stuck behind a screen. All he knew for certain was that couldn't move, he had been left completely alone and he wasn't anywhere he recognised. The smells around him weren't familiar. The air was full of rot, decay and a hint of blood. He couldn't hear anything or anyone either.
Bustopher Jones carefully put on his disguise ,he could not have any slips up not that there ever were. But on this occasion he had to make doubly certain that no one would suspect that The Bruiser was in reality Bustopher Jones!
Mistoffelees's disappearance had been quite alarming, while it was true his nephew needed time away and time alone from everyone once and while he always told someone, but when he had disappeared with out a word Bustopher knew something wasn't right especially when the missing pet posters for him started turning up. Mistoffelees was not a cat who let his family human or feline worry about him needlessly. That was when Bustopher took charge he had let it be known that was offering a large reward for the return or information leading to his return of his nephew. Then as The Bruiser he went to all the under world places that as Bustopher Jones he have stuck out like a puffed up tail. It was an open secret among the criminal world that The Hidden Paw had captive that fit the description of Mistoffelees, but no one dared to betray the Hidden Paw even for the reward. He knew he would have to track down Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer they may not know where Mistoffelees was being kept, but they could give him locations where Macavity kept his prisoners. He disliked having to threaten and strong arm his fellow Jellicles, but for Mistoffelees and appearance sake he had to. After telling them that he wanted the reward and threatening to tell that tribe that they're involved in the catnapping the pair readily give him a list and after searching he finally found where Mistoffelees was being kept. "Don't worry lad, I'm coming."
‘The Dover Boys’ Starters
The world needed this. Also feel free to change names, pronouns, and add in your own words where the blanks are!
“A ____? I’ll STEAL IT! NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!”
“Confound those ______!”
“Good old PU.”
“A gay outing at the park has been planned by the merry trio.”
“Yoohoo! Yoohoo! Yoohoo!”
“Forced to pass a certain public house, a tavern of unsavory repute, our young friends meet the distressing situation with their usual uncompromising, moral fortitude.”
“Coward, bully, cad, and thief!”
“Hark, the _______. Drat them.”
“Double drat them!”
“How I love her…father’s money.”
“They drive me to drink!”
“But let us draw the curtain on this sordid scene and turn to more pleasant surroundings.”
“No, up here! Up here!”
“Help, help! Save me!”
“Oh, how I hate them! I hate ______! I hate ________! And I hate _______!”
“Will no one come to her assistance?”
“It looks like an alert young ______. And that’s just what it is.”
“Sirs/Madams, quote, HELP!, unquote. Signed, ______.”
“P.U., P.U., we’re all for you, yeah, boom!”
“Oh, you haven’t been thrashed enough yet, eh?”
“And now it is time to say goodbye.”
Baroness The Bloodhound: I've seen you handle a good many cases in my time, but I don't know that I ever knew a more workmanlike one than this.
[Bustopher beams with pride]
Baroness The Bloodhound: We're not jealous of you, you know, at Scotland Yard. No, sir, we're proud of you.
[Bustopher seems startled by this revelation]
Baroness The Bloodhound: And if you come down tomorrow, there's not a dog from the oldest inspector to the youngest constable... who wouldn't be glad to shake you by the paw.
Bustopher Jones: Thank you!
[Then quietly and softly with uncharacteristic humility]
Bustopher Jones: Thank you.
I came up with a new Detective Bustopher character, Baroness the Bloodhound of Scotland Yard. She’s an ally of Bustopher’s and a competent detective in her own right, she also a search and rescue dog. She’s the head of the police dogs and is well respected among animals and people.
