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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 6:43 am
Letting out a long, exaggerated yawn, the large Maine Coon rolled over and lazily slapped one paw against the side of his newly found cardboard box.
Last night had been a wonderful night, as far as nights out on the town went. He'd scored a fantastic meal out of a nearby dumpster, got to ogle more than a few hot looking numbers waltzing down the sidewalk and managed to get not only a few scandalous glances but some drunken chest hugs - at least until the ladies lost interest and returned to their nightly agenda. Ah, well, even the best moments had to come to an end. The icing on the cake had been the broken bottle of bourbon he'd found in an adjacent alley - oh sweet Fate, how she shined upon him so!
It had been far too late to attempt to wander his way back home, especially considering his walk was more than a bit wobbly at that point. So, instead, he decided to take up residence in the very same alleyway as the spilled alcohol, taking shelter in a relatively okay-looking cardboard box that had been carelessly cast aside.
Judging by the sun's position in the sky, it was well past mid-morning. Not that Bob had any plans for the day, no, that was one of the best parts about being a cat. Bob could do whatever Bob wanted to do.Lucyal Friday the 13th + Black Cat = Had to start an RP, SORRY NOT SORRY
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 5:12 pm
Silk was on the hunt. The hunt for corn dogs. Ever since having one for the first time at that mall (before it got spoiled by a stupid pink girl), he was hooked. Even better than milk after cereal's been in it. Sure, yeah, he was sure he could ask Chase and probably get a couple of boxes even, but there was something to be said about snatching some. Today, he was also vaguely aware if was some kind of superstitious day, and that being a black cat seemed to cause some unease to some people. He'd also been taking full advantage of that. He scampered into an alley way after startling a group of nuns by weaving about their ankles, cackling. He saw a cardboard box, and wiggled his bottom, where he then lept on it. He was going to use it as a jump board to move onto the next highest object, but he paused. The side of the box he was on dented a little under his weight, the cardboard a bit soggy from the recent rain, when he sensed something. Right underneath him. It felt like...something familiar, and it was of Chaos. Silk's eyes narrowed, and he went to the edge, where his little head poked over the side, and he glared at whatever was inside. Oh. His eyes widened momentarily, because this was by far the largest cat he'd ever laid eyes on, not to mention--- "Geeze! You're a furry tub of lard, aren't you?" Because that's what he looked like. a furry form of lard with the way he was puddled and lounging about. Ghouliboo BLESS YOU GHOULI YOU ARE AMAZEBALLS BLEEEEESS <333
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:43 pm
One eye slowly cracked open, searching to identify the source of the high pitched, child-like voice addressing him. A tiny face covered in black fur peered at him, gold eyes clearly studying the "fat lard" napping the day away in the cardboard box.
"Would you like a prize for stating the obvious, kid?"
He remained upside down, his second eye opening as he worked on forcing himself out of his current groggy state. His head ached, but it ranked barely a three on the Richter Scale of Headache Levels. How old were they recruiting these cats nowadays? This pipsqueak couldn't be a year old - if that - yet his tiny little menacing self was clearly of the Chaos variety.
His tail swished against the box, creating a low scratching sound as it brushed the soggy texture. Thankfully, the kitten was small enough and the box strong enough to keep him from sinking directly on top of the older cat.
"They call my kind of lard Bob. What do they call you, tough stuff?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 6:24 pm
Silk was squinting at the other cat, and was kind of thinking... He was thinking... This was the first Chaos cat he ran into that wasn't his sister. That in itself was kind of startling, actually. The first other Chaos cat he wasn't related to. Hopefully. Hopefully this wasn't his dad (because secretly Silk had daddy issues because he didn't know who his daddy was). " Bob?" He echoed, sounding very skeptical yet also disappointed with the simple name. "Are you sure it isn't Blob?" Because Blob was a more suiting name. His tailed flicked a bit, but it was unseen from his position on top of the box. "The name's Silk." A pause. "Why are you in a box in a shitty alleyway, Bob?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 8:44 pm
"The Hilton down the street was full up, or so they told me."
Another yawn, another stretch and the long cat slowly began to turn himself over. His mouth made a few loud smack sounds before his tongue poked out, wettening his lips as he countered the rather cotton-mouth sensation going on inside. This kid was already turning out to be a handful, sheesh. Shouldn't he be at home, scratching some poor human runt for yanking on his tail or something? What day was it again anyways? Saturday? Sunday? "But I have a feeling they were just telling me that because they don't serve our kind in those swanky joints."
He grinned to himself, enjoying his own ramblings as the ginger tom finally made his way out of the soggy box, nails clicking against the gravel of the alleyway. Turning around (because it also shielded his eyes from the very bright sun, ow), he peered at the kitten curiously.
"And what puts you on top of a box in a shitty alleyway, Silk?"
[color=white]Lucyal[/color]
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 4:32 pm
Silk snorted. "Or maybe they thought they were crazy, thinking they imagined a talking cat." One eye narrowed while the other widened speculatively at the older cat, very much thinking Blob was too much of a slob, regardless of being a cat or not, currently for the Hilton. "Maybe try sneaking?" He replied, his tone very much implying a duh. "Though I guess you'd have to be blind and stupid to miss a bright red dust bunny on steroids." His nose wrinkled. "And a bath wouldn't hurt either, old man." Man. It seemed impossible, but this cat was even bigger looking when he was out of the box. Silk stared for a moment before he lept down from the top of the box to stand in front of him. He was dwarfed, but that didn't deter him in the slightest. "Looking for---" He paused for a moment, trying to recall the name he heard the people call the treats back at the house. "Corndogs." He blinked once. Ever since he became apart of the team, he didn't look so hard for senshi things. After all, he needed to focus on the team. "Have you awoken any senshi things?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 5:47 am
"A few, back in the day."
They were probably all dead by now, not that Bob had cared to stick around and find out. As a kitten, he too had given the whole ambition thing a try - save the world and all that jazz - but it quickly became evident that the effort and work put into being an efficient Guardian cat had a payout of exactly zlich. Warm fuzzies and thank you's didn't put food on the table or fluff his pillow at night, so why bother?
The insults being thrown in his direction were colorful and amusing, the kitten clearly doing his best to exemplify just how tough he was, despite his small stature. That was fine - he'd make a heck of a tom cat later on in life, if a senshi or one of those youma things didn't accidentally step on him before that time came.
At the mention of food, his own stomach let out a rumble. He laughed as a response to it; well, laughed at that and the idea of such a small tot trying to scour the big city in search of the breaded hot dogs.
"Y'know, a corndog doesn't sound too bad right about now. Pretty sure I saw one of those vendor stalls over on Sixth Street, out by the court house."
After rolling back his shoulder and doing a final stretch, Bob began to make his way out of the alley, the new destination now set in his mind. He paused for only a brief moment, glancing over his shoulder as he called back to the golden eyed kitten.
"You coming, Big Fella?"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 5:05 am
"Don't patronize me, old man." Silk was keeping along side the older cat's bigger gait by moving his little legs rapidly, but it was a fluid motion, and he didn't seem exhausted by it. It was help getting corn dogs, which was good, he supposed, but it also meant picking this Chaos cat's brain---since he had obviously been around a long time. Right. "Back in the day, huh?" He continued the conversation from the alleyway, his eyes narrowing into slits as they left the shadiness of the space and ventured into the bright morning. "Don't do that anymore?"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 5:55 pm
"Been there, done that, wasn't worth the effort. Plenty of senshi waiting to be woken up, not enough means of gratitude for doing it."
As they made their way down the sidewalk, it became painfully clear how quickly people were moving out of the way when they noticed the cats' presence. The reaction was strange - usually he might get a disgusted look or two, but there was always a girl or child willing to pet the stray cat or beckon him over. It took him a few minutes of watching the various scatterings to put two and two together - it wasn't Saturday or Sunday at all. No, it was Friday. The thirteenth. And he just so happened to be sauntering down the street with none other than a black kitten.
Tucking away that little tidbit in the back of his mind, he glanced over to make sure his companion was still keeping up. "What about you? Are you the new up and coming Guardian cat 'round here? Have lots of senshi pandering for upgrades and pens?"
His tail bobbed and waved in the breeze, a fluffy orange flag in the air. "I'd use that to my advantage if I were you. Make 'em earn it."
Lucyal this is how I imagine them btw
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 6:03 pm
Silk shot him a blatant skeptical look. He idly noted the people around them, moving out of the way, but he was more focused on Bob. "What?" He replied, flatly. "There are plenty of senshi?" His eyes narrowed. "Maybe back in your hay day--- the Stone Age---but there's not a lot right now---" He grumbled this last bit, "And I'm actually looking." The kitten was indeed keeping up. Easily. He had plenty of energy to burn. "Yeah---" The kitten seemed to puff up a bit. "I am the new up and coming Guardian around here!" He made a face. "Well--- no, but---" His little nose stuck up into the air. "I have a team." He informed the other with the utmost seriousness and pride. "A strong team." Ghouliboo OMG yes, that is totally them /cries
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 7:55 pm
An eyebrow rose at the kitten's complaint about having a lack of work to do around the city. Ah, that was right - the Order side of things were the ones with the majority of the senshi, while the Negaverse tended to have a more militaristic approach, an anything or anyone goes method when it came to their inductions. There wasn't a terrible lot for a Guardian cat to do, unless one of those inductees ended up having a senshi's star seed locked away inside of them.
"A team, huh?" He couldn't help but grin. This kid's enthusiasm didn't quite hit infectious level, but it was nonetheless amusing to watch. "Sounds like you've put together a decent crew already."
Rounding the corner, the corn dog vendor was off in the distance - visible - but hardly. The fresh corn dogs were plugged into the tiny display, each stick dangling from every individual peg. Big Carl seemed to be having a slow business trying to sell the meat sticks this morning, but the afternoon still promised potential business.
"What sort of skills do you bring to the table, then?" The question was posed in a casual tone, though Bob's eyes were fixed on their current prey, still a good block away or so. His mind was working out the details of his plan while the rest of him attempted to keep up with the conversation. "Can't guard a good team if you don't have what it takes to be a Guardian, after all."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 5:10 am
"Yeah." Silk replied haughtily. " They are. Also, way more than decent--- they're the best team." Also never mind that it was Labyrinthite who put them all together---Silk was the team's Guardian, and a cat---thus logic dictated he totally had a hand---er, paw---in all the things. As they rounded the corner, Silk's nose twitched as he caught the delicious smell of fresh corn dogs, and his felt his mouth salivate. The kitten was fixated on the cart, his eyes starting to go wide with want until Bob's question snapped him back to. "Everything Guardian's can do---" He replied, "Plus I can sense where my team is." This was stated proudly, as it was something he had come to learn. Not every Guardian could sense how far a senshi or agent went, unless they were a team. "But as for my personal skills---" He slid his eyes back to the cart, thinking it'd be good to list the skill set needed for corn dog snatching. "I'm quick, and I can climb anything, and this small size actually does come in handy for get aways." He looked over at Bob. "What can you do?" Ghouliboo fkj,jefkw THANK YOU ;; <3 Ruriska is the biggest sweetie ever! I love this art!
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 5:41 am
They neared the corner where the cart resided. Big Carl was dipping a dog on a stick into the large vat, no doubt to soon pull it up moments later covered in that delicious fried batter. Timing would need to be impeccable, if they wanted to get away with two fresh ones, but Bob prided himself in his particularly good timing skills. As well as one other thing...
"If you hadn't noticed, kid, I'm kind of big." Green eyes twinkled as he tossed the kitten a wink. They were only yards away now, Carl slowly pulling up the stick with a twirl, a golden brown coloring now fashioned around the speared sausage. "And big can make for a good distraction."
With an added don't forget to get two!, the Maine Coon suddenly charged the large man, claws extended as he aimed for the man's apron strings. Tied around his backside, the white cords danced with every sidestep the vendor took - Big Carl had just enough time to peg that last corn dog before feeling the strong pull on his clothing, sending him stumbling backwards.
"What in the ---"
The salesmen had been looking at eye level for his customers, not towards the ground where other customers could have been lurking. This was clearly his biggest mistake, as he now spun and twirled to get the large, mangy looking orange tom cat away from his backside. The large man emitted a series of high pitched shrieks with every sensation of Bob's claws digging into the backside of his pants, the older Guardian keeping an eye out for the youngster while continuing his swipe-tango with the infuriated human.
Lucyal Beauty and grace, thy name is not Bob. Or Carl.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 7:15 pm
"It was the first thing I noticed." Silk replied flatly. "That and the stink." He didn't need to be told what to do though, and could appreciate Bob's no nonsense attitude when it came to business. The kitten was skittering immediately after the older cat, and where as Bob was sinking his claws into Big Carl to distract him, Silk sunk his claws into Big Carl to climb him. The kitten scaled him like a pro-rock wall climber, and then launched off of him, onto the cart counter. It was pretty amazing how a kitten managed to snag two corn dogs off the cart (and carry them none the less), and as soon as he did, he flung himself off the cart and hit the ground running. He let out a muffled yowl, as a sign to Bob that it was time to go, and sped off down the sidewalk.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 8:02 am
He'd give the kid credit - the kitten had skills.
The corn dogs he stole almost equaled his own size, but Silk was clearly not deterred from the size or weight of the breaded snack when it came to ripping two from their pegs and making his way back down to the sidewalk. Bob fought to sneak a peek at his technique all the while being spun around by the vendor.
Silk gave the Getaway Yowl and Bob knew it was time to take his leave and hop off this wild carnival ride otherwise known as Big Carl. Giving one last clawing for good measure, he dropped back down to the ground, made a good swipe to untie the man's shoelace (just in case Carl was secretly some kind of crazy good dasher despite his girth) and slipped away from between the man's legs.
His cohort in crime had already shot down the street like a furry black rocket and Bob did his best to lumber after him, the smell of fresh corn dog lingering in the kitten's wake.
Lucyal Corn Dog Mafia, est. 2016
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