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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 6:26:13 GMT -6
-fastforward- The grate creaks open as the black haired man pushes open a sewer grate. He hoists himself out before two large and bloody paws stick themselves out of the hole. It takes two good hauls to draw the big black and white cat out of the hole, after taking up the two wrapped bodies in his hands. No, not those bodies, but the two sleeping/unconscious animals. They look up at the mansion before the grate falls shut with a loud noise and the two retreat into the mansion grounds. Far from a city street, its a beach at low tide, on the edge of a delta. Where sand meets dirt, there's rivulets of water moving with current into the ocean, thats out right now. Far enough out that nobody can see it. "That should be far enough away." the man responds before he plunks down in the sand with a whoosh of breath. A gentle reaching tug on the drifting vet's loop has the cat man joining him in the sand. He's even bloodier now. "I doubt humans will come seeking you in this magical hell hole." Wait. Hell hole? He looks up at the patchy blue and white sky with confusion. 19
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 6:32:03 GMT -6
"Now that there's less idea of certain death following me, why not tell me your story. This is the mansion, it should understand your voice and make it heard." the man waves a hand absently. The cat swings his big furry head over in his direction. He swallows a few times before words finally make themselves heard. Its soft, completely unlike the hulk of fur that he might be. The mansion. The frogs head. the worginu eating said frog's head adn becoming extremely ill. The vet operation. The ohou. The desperation for money. Money that he no longer had... his face and forehead meet his paws. and the humans who put their own greed forth of the life of his animals, just ot get him to pay his bill. And now he's killed two humans. The black haired man listens to him. The cat is shaking as he speaks, but there's a widening smile on his face as his morality just plain cracks like a broken mirror. All his life, humans and such have looked down on him. Down for being a cat person, down for being poor... and took advantage of his nature. It burns at his feet, the innocence of youth and childhood. 20
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 11:38:19 GMT -6
Its a shift, the green eyed man notes, that the scared cat seems to be coming to. It interests him, that the cat's more afraid of what the world thinks. In his own head, every villain bloods someday. "I'll be frank with you then, Katze. I have seen lesser men (and animalfolk) break with their first kill. Its called being blooded in the business. The fact you're able to talk and smile at this second so soon means you have what it takes to have cookies on the dark side of the street." c-cookies? "With how you speak of those you keep close, they mean a lot to you." The cat nods, the bloody smile still pasted on his face. Like he forgot how to frown briefly. The man puts the two dogs into his reach. "This city." he gestures out towards where the gate 'was'. "Its nice on the outside, if you have the money to pay for it. Money makes the world go round, that rotten witch woman wasn't wrong. But it has a chaotic underbelly. Greed and desire run rampant here. Power mainly, some want money, others want ...companionship of others, and some want it all. What do you want." 21
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 11:49:34 GMT -6
He's had to protect himself at least once with pretending to be part of the local 'bad ring'. The triad, he speaks of it. It isn't just a foundation. The wild haired man tilts his head backwards and sideways with a lazy grin. Was he... right? He wants... he wants to be rich and fancy. He wants to give those in his inner circle of creatures a long and healthy life, one that he wouldn't be able to give without money. He has tried to interact with the higher society. You need money to be a monster tamer. You need money to afford to win those 'tournaments' and those 'contests'. Money and time. He's so out of touch with regular society with how they've rubbed him down. He wants to show those who looked down on him... that he can rise. He can be better, and then make them fear him. The wild haired man smiles again. He likes what he's hearing? "You're on the right direction. I think rising above the masses, from your roots would be quite a show. The Foundation... what I'm part of, can at least help you in the right direction." he nods to the two creatures in his paws. "And help protect these." 22
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 13:27:42 GMT -6
There's a coin being shown in his direction. Silver, with a triangle engraved into it. There's a line down the middle, and what could be a circle or just a thumb print in the middle of that. He knows this symbol... and his already wide eyes get wider. "The world isn't a kind place, Katze. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. The only 'kindness' we're shown is being born. Thats all. The rest is earned on your own power. You've seen that. I've seen that." Now that the cat seems to be paying attention, he rubs at the area around his right eye, a brownish powder rubbing off onto his hand. There's a deep scar running through his eye, but that doesn't appear to inhibit his vision. "Surprised?" a headshake of no. No, he's not surprised at all. There'd been rumors. Several rumors if you're dug into the dirt far enough. His paws draw his sleeping animals closer to him. Never, ever meet the green eyed man with a scar over his eye down a dark alley. You won't live to hear about it. The reaper of the alleyways. He's smiling again... but reaches into his coat and produces a clear vial with liquid in it. Alarm. 23
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 14:25:31 GMT -6
The green eyed man shakes the vial, as it seems to have separated its contents, peering closely at it. "Just enough for a dose of two animals." He can see the cat getting defensive. "before you spring, listen. This stuff is liquid smelling salts. Wakes up anything that smells it basically. Rather potent, and good for waking up those who have fainted. The drugs should've worn off by now in your worginu's system, but you won't believe what I say unless I prove it, right?" The long fur on the cat man's spine bristles, Skylos bares his teeth in defense. He might have a very dangerous Triad member within reach of him, and of his worginu, but nobody was goign to touch Kitri again. The scarred man sighs a bit, his reputation literally is preceding him each step of this way. He reaches into his coat pocket, and produces a...rat. Its not dead, persay, but its definitely been knocked out. Uncorking the vial, he waves the vial's content smell in the rat's direction. It twitches, stirs, wakes up, looking confused. "Good morning Moretti." the man addresses his rat. The rat's nose twitches as it cleans its ears and face then looks back at the giant cat, practically crouched over two dogs. 24
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 14:30:54 GMT -6
If the rat shows any inclanation of the weird of the situation, it doesn't act so. "This cat doesn't want people touching his animals Moretti. Can you wave this around to wake up those two pups at his feet?" Silence. The rat regards the giant cat, whose all fur and awkwardly positioned, like he doesn't do four legs often. His posture of the top is way too wide. The man offers the now recorked vial, which the rat takes, holding it close to his chest. "Moretti will open the smelling salts for your animals. It has no negative side effects that I've seen. Moretti is living proof." he bites a chuckle back as the rat whips its tail across his hand as it hops down to the sand. Gritty. ick. Instinct fights mission given as the rat shuffles slowly across, the cat watching him like a regular cat would. But there's something about those eyes that make Moretti want to give in to his instincts and RUNRUNRUNRUN. No, not because he's a cat. Finally, reaching the two dogs, He has to work to uncork the vial, then shuffles forward, keeping the bottle open but not tilted so far as to spill. The two animals stir and wake up at long last. 25 8.0 Kitri 4.0 Kouta
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 20:27:53 GMT -6
Like a mother animal, the green-eyed man watches the mammalian nose and nuzzle the two small pups as they stir and yawn and nose at him in return. The little worginu sways like a drunk as she's propped up on her front paws... miiiight not be as drugless as he thought she'd be. Moretti runs up his leg to go under his coat and come out on his hand, nearly throwing the bottle of smelling salts into his hand. Squeaker squeak squeaken! Oh course, he's never a fan of dogs. Small or big. Thank you. The cat finally growls out, curling around them, letting the two puppies share his body heat. Its like watching a longhaired wildcat but not. Weird. "What do you intend to do for yourself now, Katze." the young man pulls the conversation back to normal. Even if the cat is no longer as wound up as he was, the wild and empty stare in his eyes is... disconcerting. He's kneading the sand like he doesn't realise it. "I don't doubt the humans will start investigating for that building burning down. The Foundation has a reputation on the overworld to uphold, so unless you actually join us, the likelyhood a hand will be extended again won't happen." 26
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 20:36:26 GMT -6
The adrenaline that fueled his body ebbs away... and Skylos' eyes look very distant. He knows nothing but the lab city. Going outside the walls meant having to come back in, and getting back IN is the difficult part. Because one had to exist on paper, and have money. He has nothing, and hiding in the kennel isn't something he can do. Besides, a moderately large cat mammalian with long hair stands out. He wraps his long tail around himself and the puppies, hiding his moderately flat face behind his paws. How'd he manage to be talked into that escape ploy. He makes a rough attempt to clear his throat, as the vet's loop is still around his neck, gesturing with a flat stare. The man startles, or pretends to be?, and asks his rat to remove the loop. The rat squeaks in protest until literally dropped onto the cat's paw. Cat and rat look at each other before he shivers at the feeling at clawed little feet scurrying up him and using his fur as a rope bridge. The loop pulls up gradually to his throat before the rat walks off his face with the loop in its mouth, dropping to the sand, and freeing him. "Oops." the man feigns embarassment. 27
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Post by Skylos on Aug 12, 2021 22:28:01 GMT -6
What does joining you entail... the cat finally asks, staring down the vets loop in the sand as the rat disappears into the man's coat again. Skylos is grateful for the removal, it was chaffing to have a wrap around your neck. He's seen other mammalians sport collars and such, but it gives one a bald ring around your neck, and that is ITCHY. His eyes rove to the man with green eyes. "Well, it would be ah..." he places the tips of his long fingers together, leaning forth somewhat in the sitting position he was in to see almost on top of the tips of his fingers. "Not immediate. One must be presented in front of the bosses, and they judge you. If you are worthy, there is a test of initiation. Pass that, and you are of the ranks, but basically no better then you are now." he explains. There's a pair of sparks watching Skylos from the shadow around the mans' coat collar. Must be the rat. The cat slowly pets his animals and thinks on that. "Every initiation is different, as every person is different. But unlike some of the new desires to recruit, you are blooded." 28
almost at 30, can any roller hold off till I hit 30 please
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Post by Skylos on Aug 13, 2021 2:43:52 GMT -6
Blooded? "It means you have killed before." the man explains. "Some recruits are quite literally children in that sense. Innocent." Teh distant look in Skylos' eyes is back again. "But the point I'm getting at is that I can't tell you what the initiation entails. As long as you don't reveal the secrets of the Triad, you are treated as family and family doesn't leave each other behind. Almost everyone in the Triad is pro-Labs creature, so nobody is going to really look down on you for your choice of inner circle beasts." As he spoke, the worginu opens her mouth super wide and yawns. Lapping the air briefly as she looks about. Big fluffy, she nuzzles the big fluffy. The extra warmth is nice. The big fluffy has a big flat face, with big eyes of two colors. He nuzzles her, and she tilts her head upwards to lick his chin once. She likes big fluffy. Something is curled up in her own shadow though. Looking down, there's a brown on black something. Uh... did she make a poop in her sleep? Sniff sniff sniff. NO, defintely not a poop. Its warm and fluffy too, but has flat hair like she does? Huh? 29
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Post by Skylos on Aug 13, 2021 3:00:19 GMT -6
"My sources tell me there is a Triad supporter who lives in this mansion. Occasionally he'll lend a hand in our direction, but otherwise is more of an...overseer. A council's watcher." The man's voice sounds... to Skylos' ear, mocking. Maybe he doesn't get along with this watcher. He stops nuzzling his worginu's head and looks at the man again. I'll take your test, he decides. Besides, what does he have to lose. His home? Gone already. He'll have to retrieve the twins from his shelter in the kennel, otherwise he has nothing to his name. Not anymore. Katze will be a feared name... a respected name. The timid litttle delivery him who scrapes coppers will look upon him in awe and he'll become rich and fancy. "I'll send Moretti ahead with a message then." the green eyed man remarks with a smile. The rat reappears and hands him a rolled up bit of paper and a pencil. He's practice on writing on his knees apparently, because who wants to try writing on SAND. the black on brown looks up at Kitri in surprise, blinking little brown-black eyes. Its small, almost as small as she is. Definitely a male though. Can smell it. 30 5.0 Kouta
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Post by Nadia on Aug 13, 2021 8:04:52 GMT -6
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Post by Skylos on Aug 18, 2021 4:09:00 GMT -6
The driftwood tower arches over the ...oh, you blinked. Its not a driftwood tower any longer, but a large beach house overseeing the property. Multileveled, with its many roofs replaced by a single large thatch roof. Its hard to tell from the distance if it had glass in the windows or not, or if its just barrier magic around a fence post in the hole. Gates and fence posts at least in games work well as starter windows; glass is expensive. Not only is the beach house large, but possibly multi leveled. Up in the upper levels of the house, a figure leans lazily back in their chair, briefly resting. Every single case, why was it always more paperwork. Its like the Council believes there is nothing better to do in this life; but fill out more paperwork. Can the talk of save the trees, oh no. Its save the paperwork. Squeak swueak! The figure stirs, one gleaming eye opening. There's a rat. On the desk. The apendages raise to murder the vermin on the desk... but... its holding a scroll? Rapid footsteps. Quick gloved hands relieve the rat of its parcel and it darts away before it can be snatched. "There appears to be guests outside, my lord. A cat, two dogs, and the rat's owner." came a smooth response from the gloved hands. Which have no body. 31
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Post by Skylos on Aug 18, 2021 4:16:07 GMT -6
The master of the estate rubs their face with an appendage, grumbling. "Ever since you learned how to use incorporeal hands..." they mutter to themself... used it for literally anything. The figure controlling the corporeal severed gloved hands seemed to be enjoying using this spell at almost any point. However they refused point blank to attempt to serve tea with them. The weight wasn't able to be held. So they had learned with a simple bowl of marmalade and a very goopy desk and clothing afterwards. "A cat you say?" "Mammalian, according to the Rat King's message." the hands replied, unrolling the scroll and passing it over. A quick glance over before its passed back and the hands make it disappear. They gesture to the letter on the table. "Likely related to that on your desk. Perhaps seeing them is worth your time." It isn't a request or an asking. More of a suggestion. A guiding line. Ugh, the Rat King. Who let THAT one into the mansion. Oh, yes. The spacial magic isn't physically picky. "Fine, send for them. I could care less." the master grumbles, taking the unopened letter and slitting it open with ease. The letter inside... is troubling. And what cat travels with two dogs. 32
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