NOTES- Sly Cooper and related characters are property of Sucker Punch. The Macavity name is Andrew Lloyd Webber and/or T.S. Eliot. Nee owns nothing but the games and the promotional comic releashed for Sly 2, as well as the other characters and story... Nee doesn't own much but what Nee does own, makes Nee feel like the richest little snake in the world.
whereismybook - Nee has no idea where your books is. Nee happy you love Nee's fic! Getting all the characters right is most important when dealing with other peoples characters.Sly is by far the character Nee works hardest on. Nee glad you like the way Nee portrays Sly, how does Nee make him more awesome may Nee ask? Nee likes to know what it is Nee is doing well so Nee doesn't mess with the fomula. Hope to hear from you soon.
Winged
sence - WS, Nee is yet to properly review your fic series but Nee has
read it and loved it. Reviewness will be headed your way as soon as Nee
gets a chance. Nee has a Babelfish sibling... YAY! Too many fics have
characters from other countries who speak fluent English, although that
has to happen so people can read it, there should be places where they
let their tongues slip. Sly doesn't like curses mainly because Nee
dislikes it, it also give Sly something else he can tease Carmelita
about.
To quote Nee's good self:
Swearing lowers your IQ i.e. Swear in front of Nee again and Nee'll knock you silly.
Nee
actually said that to one of Nee's friends, so it was okay. Swearing is
as much part of some characters as their history, so however much Nee
dislikes swearing some characters will swear sometimes.
Nee love you to bits for saying that, Thanks.
DarkWarlord - Thanks for noticing the amount of work in the characters, DW. As an actor, the characters are the most important things to Nee. They have been evolving in Nee's mind for years, just glad Nee's finally got a stage for them. Wait till you see the backstory behind two of the characters. Description is something Nee thought was lacking, thanks for the tip, although this is more a character-piece Nee will try to work in more description.
erickdragon101 -Thanks Dragon, Glad you like the whole "Killing Of Nathan Fox Jr" and that little story was difficult to do, as Nee couldn't give away the visual detail as it happened through the radio young Carmelita was listening to. We've already spoke privately about the mistakes. And once more Deadmen is far from over, ain't ready for the funeral yet
Ch11 - The Spanish Vixen
Carmelita didn't like this. Cooper, the master thief, the one who handcuffed her to a volcano, her nemesis and prey, was sitting on the backseat of her car and she'd given her word that she would not arrest him... for the time being. After they'd been driving for half an hour, Carmelita realised something... She had no idea where she was going, turning to the thief, she asked. And silence was her only reply. The oh-so trusting Cooper had fallen asleep.
Annoyed at how confident and cocky the raccoon was being by not feeling the least bit threatened by her, the vixen looked for something to wake the thief from his slumber. Upon opening the glovebox, Carmelita found a small stress ball an idiot from the office had given her one Christmas. One quick throw later and the thief was awake rubbing the top of his head.
"So where does filth like you hide, Ringtail?" Carmelita asked after Sly had had enough time to get his thoughts in order.
"Filth like me? Filth like me? Inspector, I thought you most of all would know, Sly Cooper is one of a kind." The raccoon said, a hurt tone in his voice which he dropped instantly for something more syrupy. "Me thinks the lady needs reminding how special this Cooper can be."
"Just answer the question, Ringtail."
"We decided to meet up Hideout Twenty-Two."
"YOU HAVE TWENTY-TWO HIDEOUTS!" The young lady pulled over and stopped the car.
"Of course, us thieves have to have more than one backup. In fact I own more property than most property developers." The raccoon gave a toothful grin (minus the tooth in his pocket). "As to where it is, take a left down there."
"Look just give me the address!"
"Wouldn't help you, dear enchantress. All the street signs around here have mysteriously vanished. Unless you know this area backwards, you've got no chance."
"So even if the police get a tip off, you're still safe in 'Nowhere Street, Paris'." The vixen had to smile. "For dirty, no-good thieves, you're very smart."
"We have to be. We have the bewitching Inspector Fox on our tail."
"Oh Senõr Cooper, flattery will get you..." She started off in a seductive tone, only to replace it with a shockgun pointing between the raccoon's legs. "...into the back of an ambulance."
"Aren't there rules about threatening a national treasure?"
"Directions. To. The. Hideout. NOW!"
After several very hectic minutes, the unmarked police car pulled up to a old nightclub, The Spanish Vixen. Although it was long closed down, the tatty posters still advertised Flamenco dancing lessons to celebrate Madrid San Isidro. Either Sly had bought this place for the name of it or had re-named it and made the front look older then it was. How the name came to be was irrelevant, all that mattered was it almost made the Inspector snap.
"Usted raccoon arrogante que coge." Carmelita swore in her native tongue as she got out of the car. Sly hadn't shut up for the entire journey, and now this... Having a hideout named after her. Certain lines were being crossed.
"One of these days we're gonna have to get you a swear jar, Carmelita. Honestly I'd make more money out of that in a year then I'd make thieving." Cooper said as he sauntered past the perturbed vixen. He heard the young lady's unladylike remarks about him calling her by her first name as he punched the code into the keypad.
"First time I've ever seen you use a door."
"One of my gang designed the security systems. I only ever break in if I want a real workout, something that in my present condition would not be the best course of action." He opened the door. "Normally here I'd say Ladies first, but if the guys see you first, they'll freak." Carmelita could understand that. "Wait here, she who has the face of an angel." He left her there scowling.
The main room of the hideout still had its old nightclub interior but unlike the exterior, it had been well-kept. The odd spare sock laying on the bar tarnished the immaculate neon-lit room (the Murray liked to keep his 'towers of justice' clean and ready for battle.)
"We have got to get that boy away from those comicbooks... Hey guys! Where are ya?"
"Sly!" Bentley popped his head up from behind the bar. "Sorry, I was downstairs rechecking Murray's leg."
"Rechecking?"
"Did you truly think I'd trust those wannabe doctors down at the hospital with any bodypart of my friends?"
"I'm pretty sure they are actually doctors, Bentley. Not wannabes." The green turtle had quite a few PhD's, all completed through mailoff courses. Not content being the gang's smartest member, Bentley was also the gang's exclusive doctor, dentist and shaman... Well, with folk like Ms. Ruby poking around, you need some well versed in Mojo. "So what's the damage?"
"It was pulled out the socket. Must have got caught on the gear stick as the van was thrown. Apart from that, a few cuts and bruises. But he is still a bit shaken up." The turtle rested his elbow on the bar. "How the ribs?"
"Still there, thankfully. At the moment my jaw hurts more."
"That all?"
"That and my pride, got anything to fix that?" One confused look later, Sly knew some explanations were in order. "I bumped into Carmelita on my way here, and a mouthful of blood and not enough teeth is the last thing I wanna give her..."
Before Cooper could follow up on the obvious pun, Bentley caught it.
"No need to say it, we all know what you want to give her." The genius took off his glasses and gave them a quick clean before putting them back on. "Ever wonder what your father would say if he knew you wanted to date a cop?"
"Hmm... Probably 'Good on ya, son'. All Coopers are attracted to what they know they can't have. Why else do you think we became thieves?"
"Okay, let's get you patched up. Then we can listen to the bug I planted." He said pouring a glass of water so Sly could wash his mouth out before the bit of dentistry,
"You got close enough to plant a bug?"
"Not really, one of my internet buddies knows someone who works at the airstrip which I was able to see our friend escaping to, so in exchange for my copy of the Star Wars Christmas Special, she planted the bug in his pocket."
"You sure she's a woman this time Bent'?" Cooper drank the water rather then swilled his mouth out. The turtle snatched the glass from his friend's hand.
"That only happened once! And this is so you can wash your mouth out." After refilling it, Bentley gave back the glass and placed a spit tray on the counter.
"Correction, it happened twice. But that other one was understandable, the guy did look like a woman." Tired of reminiscing, Sly took a swill of water, spat it out and changed the subject. "So you found anything out on that thing yet?"
"What thing? That thing you stole from Henri?"
"Why can't you believe I was given it?" The thief let out a small laugh.
"Because I know you, Sly. And no, all I can find out is it's old, made of gold but has a lot of advanced circuitry. Now shall we start?" The green guy pulled out some dentistry tools.
"Not just yet, I've got a vixen waiting outside for me." Cooper said. It took the turtle a few seconds to put two and two together.
"... YOU WHAT?"
Outside the club, Carmelita was getting tired waiting. The street was being drenched by the storm which had started about two hours ago on that rooftop. Thankfully the porch of The Spanish Vixen gave her a bit of shelter. Alone with her thoughts she looked up to the heavens and spoke to herself.
"Why am you doing this? Cooper's probably gone out the back and got away. Mind you, knowing him, he would have taken my keys, so I'd have to walk home in this." The vixen put her hand in her pocket to check that her keys were indeed still there, they were. "You should just go in there and arrest them all now... but that would mean losing a potential lead on a gang responsible for more crime than any other... But it means working with the ringtail... he handcuffed you to a flipping volcano for Chris'sakes... but you still trust him... guess some feelings are harder to kill off than others... when I take him down, I'm going to take him down hard, make him pay for putting me through this..."
She heard footsteps getting closer to the door. She asked one quick question before putting her game face back on.
"What would you do, dad?"
Translation Time YAY! For those of you who are wondering what Carmelita said: "Usted raccoon arrogante que coge" is Spanish... What for, Nee won't say. Let's just say it means something nasty and let leave it at that. -http/babelfish. or if that fails ask Google.