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Papers were scattered about the old wooden table that five people surrounded. At the head of the table was a tall man with glassy blue eyes and crystal white hair that brushed his pointed ears. He had his hands propped on the table as he stood over it, scrutinising the papers in front of him.
To his right a man with shoulder length silvery grey hair sitting in his chair backwards, a pencil between his teeth as he concentrated on the worksheet in front of him. There were two other pencils beside the piece of paper with noticeable bite marks indented into them.
Across from him was a man with a lion's head and a bright pink colored mane , his flowery orange eyes darting between the clock and his phone; that his paw-like hands struggled to hold due to their larger size. His foot tapped rapidly under the table and his mane seemed to blow slightly on an invisible wind.
Leaning against the wall behind the lion-man, was a tall to slim woman with hair as bright as fire itself. It also seemed to blow on that invisible wind – how peculiar. Her duller red eyes were locked onto the crystal haired man and a harsh glare bore into the man's soul. He was clearly ignoring the glare and the dagger she was sharpening.
The last of the five was a pale and small man sitting next to the grey one. His striking green eyes were transfixed on the comic he was reading, not seeming to mind that a strand of his snow white hair was in his eyes. The rest of that snow hair billows over his shoulders in slight waves, the ends also blowing …on… that… same invisible wind… - Okay is there a window open at this point?
A cry of frustration cut through the silence that had settled upon the group, the blue eyed man crumpled the nearest paper into a ball, “How do we get back at the damn number two hero?!” There was a slight ripple in the shadows around the room.
Three of the other four had gone still, the snow harried one too lost in his comic to pay mind to their leader's outburst.
It stayed like that for a millennia, the grey one with a pencil half raised to his mouth, the lion in an odd inbetween stage of looking up from the phone that was clinched in his paws, and the fiery one was in the middle of shaping her blade. The faint sound of pages turning was the only sound in the now heavily tensioned silence.
“Well? Have you got anything!” Their leader shouted, slamming his hands down on the table. Some of the papers slipped to the ground at the force.
“We could throw eggs at his house” Two all too innocent green eyes glanced up from their reading.
He got an incredulous look from the short haired man but it quickly morphed into a sharp sneer “ No, you imbecile child something more…cruel, lasting . Not fucking eggs! By all the gods why did I hire you when all you do is stuff your face in your stories .”
“Don’t insult them if you don’t even read them” He hugged the comic to his chest, a look of genuine anguish on his ghostly face,” And I do more than read, do I have to remind you when we got hacked and I saved all our secret info.” He gave the taller man a glare of his own.
The red haired woman pushed off the wall, “We could kidnap one of his kids? We all know Smoke could do it.” She pointed her dagger at the grey man.
The crystal haired man brought a hand to his chin in consideration , while Smoke sunk further into his chair folding his arms on the back and resting his head in between them.
“That is a good idea but… it just seems too easy and simple” He gave a side eye to the scrawny man, “See how much better that suggestion was.”
“Kidnap them all?” She added on while glaring down at something on her rasher sharp nails.
“Still not lasting or impactful enough” his blue eyes burn with impatient rage.
The lion mail guy finally spoke up, “We could turn them into cats and kidnap them.”
A deadly silence covered the room.
“Now how the fuck would we do that?” The grey one said, giving the man an icy glare.
“My quirk” He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Your quirk? You've never mentioned this before so please, enlighten us.” the head was glaring at the lion man
“Well it's a bit odd.” the lion shuffled looked down, ringing his hands together
“FUCKING SPIT IT OUT.”
“The simple explanation is I can turn Bloodlines to cats permanently unless a special condition is met.”
“Now thats what im talking about, Eggs you taking notes?” The White haired man gave the ghostly looking boy a pointed look.
“That's not my name.” The green eyed boy looked up from his comic with a frown.
“Well it is now because of the incredibly stupid suggestions you made”
Eggs pursed his lips but didn't retort.
The man with silvery grey hair paused from chewing on his pencil,“Umm sir what will we do with them as cats?”
“We will figure that out after they’re cats and in our hands.” Their leader waved a dismissive hand
The woman leaning on the wall shrugged, trusting their leader would come up with something, though the grey haired one looked somewhat skeptical.
“Is your main soft?” the snow white haired boy unexpectedly asked.
There was a rumble of a laugh then, “yes, yes it is soft but I don't like it being touched.”
The boy nodded and the meeting was dismissed.